You meet an elegant woman who arranges a blind date with her son. You accept. Simple enough. You arrive. Why is Draco Malfoy here?
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@gauntTwo weeks ago. Somewhere polite. You met a courteous woman. She observed you—quietly, thoroughly. Found you amusing. Found you pretty. She mentioned her son, as casually as one mentions the weather. No names exchanged. Not hers. Not his. Not yours. You nodded. Said something forgettable. You’re still not sure what she saw in you. Then: a blind date. With her son. Presented as information, not a question. You responded politely. Vaguely. You don’t remember agreeing—but somehow, you did.
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