Late Blooms | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 4

Couple days later, Draco paced around his Manor, fingers drumming impatiently on his phone. He had meticulously planned this date, ensuring every detail was perfect. He sent a quick text, his usual confidence faltering just slightly.

"Ready?"

"I am."

"Send me the address."

The seconds felt like hours until his phone buzzed with my reply. I sent him the address, biting my lips in excitement.

My heart pounded as I fixed my hair and wore my desired dress that flattered my body. I took a deep breath, composing myself. My makeup was looking fine. I sprayed some perfume on me and grabbed my purse. The main door of the house swung open, and I stepped out.

I wore a long, body tight dress that clung to my curve, shimmering subtly under the soft lights that lined the path to the mansion.

As I approached him, each step measured and graceful, I saw him staring at me with his mouth agape.

Draco felt something shift inside him. He'd never been so instantly captivated by anyone. His usual cool demeanor wavered, replaced by a growing obsession with the vision before him.

"Hi, Draco," I said, my voice smooth and melodic. I felt giddy seeing him. He was wearing a full black suit with his hair styled back impeccably. He looked handsome. He is handsome.

"Hello, doll." He managed, offering a genuine smile. "You look stunning."

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself. Shall we?" I smiled back, a hint of a blush coloring my cheeks.

Draco extended his arm, and I took it. With swift, practiced magic, we apparated together, arriving at the entrance of an exclusive, opulent restaurant.

We were greeted by a man with a bow tie, leading us to a private table. Draco pulled out my chair like a gentleman as I thanked him. As we sat down, I felt Draco's lingering eyes on me.

"You're staring." I jested, smirking at him as his eyes went wide in realization. He blinked and shook his head.

"Sorry." He apologized as the waiter gave us the menu and poured us the finest wine they had. "You're just really gorgeous."

"Why thank you." I giggled, scanning his features. "And for you, it's not hard to get lost in those eyes."

Draco's eyes widened slightly, a rare blush creeping up his cheeks. He cleared his throat, a small, pleased smile playing at his lips.

"Well, that's certainly nice to hear." He replied, his usual cool demeanor slipping just a bit. "You're quite captivating yourself."

His every word, every gesture, only deepened my fascination. The dim lights casted a warm glow over his features, making him seem almost ethereal.

"So, um... if you don't mind my asking, what do you do? Haven't heard about you or seen you before even though the name sounds familiar."

"Well, my parents are Aurors. They fought in the war alongside Kingsley Shaklebolt and Harry Potter." I went on telling him about myself, feeling comfortable and invited by a man after quite a while.

"Oh, really?" He took a sip from his glass.

"Yeah, and I actually don't do anything." I continued, embarrassed a bit. "My parents still have me under their roof but I taught Potions in Hogwarts for a year before I quit."

"Oh, wow, you taught Potions? That was my favorite subject." His eyes lit up after I mentioned it. "You've got to tell me more about your brief stint as the Potions professor at Hogwarts. I can't believe it."