The white-blond haired boy who I discover sitting on the sofa upon my return from the toilet, smirks.

"Do you often make a habit of breaking into people's trailers to use their toilet?" he drawls, his grey eyes containing a rather amused twinkle.

"Shit, no sorry. I was desperate." I explain, feeling rather mortified. "Besides, I didn't break in, the door was unlocked."

I find it difficult to look directly at him. He is so stunningly beautiful, I am afraid I will blush or something equally embarrassing.

It doesn't help that he is wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his very toned arms and, also what looks to be a tattoo on his left forearm. Although it is so faded it's difficult to tell.

Suddenly, a large, bald man wearing a security jacket rushes, in breathless.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. She just walked in before I could stop her. Please, Miss, you must come with me."

"There was no one anywhere near the trailer!" I argue. "You should have signs!"

"I was in the line for a cup of tea." The security man scowls. "I did shout out, but you just went straight in."

"A cup of tea?" I ask, my interest piqued. "Where? I'm gasping."

"I can make you a cup of tea, if you like?" The trailer boy offers in a beautifully smooth voice.

"Sir, I don't think that's a good idea." The security man says, alarmed. "She could be dangerous."

I laugh. "Dangerous? What are you talking about? I just wanted a piss and a cup of tea, and I went into the wrong trailer."

"It's fine, Gilbert," the boy says. "You can go. I will sort this lady out with a cup of tea."

"You don't have time." Gilbert says, shaking his head. "You need to get ready, Malfoy. And this could be some sort of crazed fan for all you know."

Malfoy? Fan? Surely I can't have heard correctly.

"The Meet and Greet is not for another half hour." The boy replies, his tone slightly sterner now. "I have plenty of time. Now please, go."

"Are you in the team?" I ask, my mouth hanging open.

The boy chuckles and Gilbert tuts. "Your funeral," he mutters before exiting the trailer slamming the door shut behind him.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, Seeker for the Wiltshire Wanderers."

My heart starts racing quite uncontrollably. "Shit, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I'm not a fan of Quidditch."

He frowns. "Forgive me, but why are you here at a Wanderer's game if you are not a fan?"

"I'm here for my daughter. Her father was supposed to bring her, but he pulled out at the last second to go on some business trip with his fiancée."

I just cannot seem to keep the bitterness from my voice as I say this last part. I notice Draco's gaze drop to my left hand where my ring used to be.

"Sorry to hear that," he murmurs, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "Now, about that cup of tea - I've got a confession to make: I don't actually have a kettle."

It's my turn to frown. "Then why did you offer?"

He shrugs, a crooked smile on his lips. "Because I wanted you to stay. I can offer you a bottle of beer. Or wine, if you prefer? I'd gladly join you, but I can't drink alcohol pre game, of course."

Oh my god, is he flirting with me? Surely, not. I've got to be a good ten years older than him. And I'm a mother. To a teenager.

"How old are you?" I ask, feeling extremely flustered.

"Twenty-five. And you?"

"Much too old to be standing here having this conversation."

"Surely not," he says, shaking his head, his eyebrows knitting in confusion, "you can't be much older than me?"

"I'm thirty-five years old and have a fifteen year old daughter. Definitely too old."

I march towards the door, disappointed at not having a cup of tea.

"Don't leave, I don't even know your name."

I pause at the door and turn to face him. He looks genuinely disappointed.

"I think you better start getting ready for that Meet and Greet." I say, giving him a wry smile. "My daughter and her friends are very much looking forward to it."

With that, I yank open the door and hop out.

I finally find the line for the tea, and I queue up thinking about that very strange encounter. Gina will be so jealous, I realize. I get my phone out and fire her a quick text.

Guess whose trailer I accidentally found myself in?

She replies instantly.

If it's Draco Malfoy's I will just die.

The one and only. He offered me a drink.

FUCK OFF. HE IS JUST SO HOT. I HOPE YOU SAID YES.

No. He is far too young for me. But admittedly, he is very easy on the eye.

Give over. If Bill can go and pick up someone up their twenties, then why can't you?

I reach the counter and order my tea, pondering Gina's last message. Why can't I indeed? But the truth is I am terrified of being with someone who isn't Bill. And especially not with someone as beautiful as Draco Malfoy. He could have any woman he likes. Why would he ever want a crusty old woman in her thirties?

After my disappointing cup of tea, I wander the stalls for a bit, glancing over all the overpriced Wiltshire Wanderers merchandise before going to meet Mia, Maisey and Jack.

At the Meet and Greet, I find I'm holding my breath waiting for the players to come out on stage. The anticipation of seeing him again makes sweat prickle at the back of neck. I am like a teenager, I realize, drooling over a sports star who is pinned up on my daughter's wall.

"Oh my god, it's them!" Mia squeals, jumping up and down excitedly with Jack and Maisey. "I'm going to wet myself!"

Indeed, out on the stage stride seven figures, all clad in their green Quidditch robes, ready for the game. Everyone around me goes wild, screaming and crying in hysterical madness.

Grey eyes meet mine, and I find myself biting my lower lip as a helpless smile tugs at my lips.

"What the hell?" Mia says, at once ceasing her screaming. "Did Draco Malfoy just smile at you, Mum?"

"No," I lie. "It was probably someone else."

We line up to go on stage, and I find myself nervous about coming face to face with him again.

"Nice to meet you again," Draco says, smiling softly at me with that same twinkle in his eyes. "Did you manage to get your cup of tea in the end?"

"Yes," I say. "But it was weak and served in a shitty little polystyrene cup. Hardly worth the two sickles I paid for it."

"I'm sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you later by taking you for a real drink?"

"Um, I don't think that's appropriate. I'm here with my daughter and her friends." I say pointing them out. To my horror, Maisey is lifting her t-shirt up and getting Cho Chang to sign her bra.

Draco chuckles softly at my horrified expression. "Bring them along. We are having an after party in the Team's tent. Join us, won't you?"

"What's going on here?" Mia asks, dragging herself away from Blaise Zabini. "Did you say something about a party?"

"Hi, nice to meet you," Draco says holding his hand out to her. "You must be the daughter."

"Yes, I'm Mia. Or Mimi as everyone calls me. I don't understand," she frowns, looking between the two of us, "do you two know each other?"

"No," Draco says, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "I don't even know her name. She seems stubborn about telling me. And after I offered her a cup of tea, too."

"You didn't even have a kettle," I grit, folding my arms crossly in front of my chest.

"It's the last time I'll ever make that mistake." His eyes pierce mine, and my heart skips a beat.

"Her name's Soléne and she owns a bakery in Diagon Alley. You should check it out, her cakes are amazing."

"Mia!" I say sharply.

"Sounds lovely," Draco says, "I enjoy cake, so I will definitely be making a visit."

"Time is up!" A suited man comes onto stage and calls out. "Wrap it up, guys."

Draco stands up, his gaze holding mine. "Nice to properly meet you, Soléne. That's a beautiful name, by the way. Just like it's owner."

I feel my face go hot. Even more so that my daughter is witnessing this exchange. "Thank you. Nice to meet you too, Draco. And good luck with the game."

His smile widens, causing dimples to appear on his cheeks and making him look impossibly cuter. "Thank you. And you enjoy watching. Maybe we can make you a fan of Quidditch yet."

Winking, he turns around and leaves.

"Oh my fucking god, Mother!" Mia squeals. "Draco Malfoy was so flirting with you!"

"No, he wasn't. He was just being polite to the fans. It's what a Meet and Greet is all about."

"He barely spoke to anyone else! And he's famous for being the 'surly' one. Mum, he couldn't stop smiling at you. Oh my god. If you are going to replace Dad, then I wouldn't complain at him being my step dad."

"Mia!" I scold. "That is not going to happen. And you should never have told him where I work. He's going to feel like he has to visit and buy a cake now. So embarrassing."

"Mum, if he turns up to your work to buy a cake, then he's officially in love with you."

"That's not how life works, Mimi. It isn't romantic like in the films."

She looks at me, her face falling slightly. I feel bad. I don't want her to not believe in love. But, at the same time, I need to give her realistic expectations.

Jack and Maisey catch up with us, panting excitedly. "Oh my god, Pansy Parkinson is more gorgeous in real life than on my posters." Jack grins, showing me his freshly signed photo of the Chaser.

"And I can't believe Cho Chang signed my bra." Maisey gushes. "Arghhh - I am never going to wash it again."

"Mum got a date with Draco Malfoy."

Jack and Maisey's mouths hang open in a very comical fashion.

"I did not get a date with Draco Malfoy," I hiss. "He just enquired as to whether or not we are going to the after party. And we are not, by the way."

"Muuuuum," my daughter whines, "that's so not fair. Everyone at school will be so jealous when they find out we partied all night with the Wiltshire Wanderers."

"We are not having this conversation, young lady." I insist, wagging my finger in her face. "You're too young and I'm too old."

Something I need to remind Draco of, clearly.

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