Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.

Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.

AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta.

Love is Blind

Chapter One: A Unlikely Reunion

Draco Malfoy idly flipped through the latest issue of The Daily Prophet, a custom he liked to indulge in during his lunch break. It had been around five years since Voldemort's defeat and he currently was working as a Potion's Master that specialized in healing. While his office was located in St. Mungo's he was private practice and his services required a hefty fee. When he heard someone impatiently knocking on his door, his eyebrow rose. What idiot would be daft enough to bother him on his break? The staff knew he was a creature of habit and as a result they knew when to stay out of his way.

"Yes?" He called curtly, his face still shielded by his copy of The Daily Prophet. The door loudly swung open, causing Draco to peer over the top of his paper revealing a head of red that caused Draco's face to scrunch up in disgust.

"Weasley."

"Malfoy." Ron replied, taking a moment to look about the blonde's office. Draco snapped his paper shut and placed it onto the desk.

"Well, sit down." He ordered while pointing to the chair that sat adjacent to his desk. "Unless you're lost and are trying to wasting my lunch hour."

"Sorry." Ron mumbled as he took a seat. The redhead's leg began to twitch causing an obnoxious tapping sound to resound throughout the room. Draco took a deep breath, doing his best not to snap on the man in front of him. They weren't at Hogwarts anymore and as such the two had to speak with each other in a mature manner.

"How may I help you today?" Draco said through gritted teeth, doing his best to not insult Ron and remain professional. Ron ran his fingers through his hair as if he were about to tear it out, a deep sigh escaping his lips in the process.

"I…would like to hire you."

"No offense, but you seem perfectly healthy in the physical sense. I don't really do mental disorders, but if you take the lift to the-"

"It's not me." Ron interrupted. "It's Harry."

Draco tried to keep his face as emotionless as possible, but inside his brain was scrambling to anything he had read or heard about Potter in the past few weeks.

"Did Hermione Granger punch me in the face in third year?"

"I-I'm sorry?" Ron stuttered, not expecting the blonde to ask him such a question.

"Yes or no. I haven't the time for games."

Ron's face cracked in half with a grin. "Yeah, got you right in the nose it was hilarious. You looked a right knob."

Draco shot the redhead a pointed look causing Ron's smile to fall.

"Sorry." Ron replied quietly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"It's fine. I just wanted to make sure you were really you. As for Potter, I would prefer that he hire me. No offense Weasley, but I can't help those who don't seek it."

Ron nibbled on his lower lip in a nervous fashion, his fist grasping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles had turned white. "Please, you know how he is about getting help and money isn't a problem."

Draco held back the bark of laughter caught in his throat. A Weasley with money? Now that was funny!

"I'm serious!" Ron stressed, seeing Draco's disbelief. "You know, Malfoy, I didn't want to resort to this, but you've left me no choice. You owe Harry a life debt, or did you forget the little Fiendfrye incident? What would everyone think of the Malfoy family if they knew you were denying the Saviour of the Wizarding World help?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Ron merely gave Malfoy a challenging stare, a cocky smile splayed across his lips. "Floo to this address at eight sharp tonight, otherwise the channel will close and the entire wizarding world will know of your discretions."

Draco felt his lip curl into his trademark sneer as the redhead stood and sauntered out of his office. He decided that Granger was a terrible influence on Ron's vocabulary as he looked at the address he had been given.

"Twelve Grimmauld Place." Draco muttered, folding the paper and placing it in his pocket. With a dramatic sigh the blonde summoned his cloak, quickly fastening it while he headed out of the door. Ignoring the constant stares and occasional glare an idiot or two was willing to show in his presence would have to wait. Currently he had to think of a good excuse as to why he had to cancel his dinner date with his fiancé.

…

Astoria smiled calmly as she heard a distinctive pop resound throughout the house. Quickly, she stood from her seat in front of her vanity that sat in the bedroom, while swiftly straitening her dress before dashing out of the room and down the stairs.

"Draco?" She called curiously when she didn't see the blonde. A gasp escaped her as a pair of arms wrapped gently around her waist, a pair of lips brushing against her cheek.

"Hello." A familiar voice replied smoothly against her skin. She turned around, a playful stern look covering her face.

"Hello, yourself. You scared me."

"Couldn't resist, love." Draco smiled softly. "I hope these make up for it." He said, pulling out a bouquet of assorted flowers from behind his back. Astoria's eyes light up, her painted lips practically touching her brow.

"They're lovely, thank you." She planted a small kiss on the blonde's cheek, before she bustled off to find a vase for them. Draco watched as she left, his eyes lingering on where her form once stood. Too bad he had to be the bearer of bad news.

"Sweetheart?" He called quietly as he made his way to the kitchen. "I- I know I promised-"

"It's alright." Astoria replied. The flowers now displayed in a vase that filled with water by a simple flick of her wand. "I know you wouldn't break this promise if it wasn't something really important, Draco."

"I'm sorry, Astoria." Draco sighed. "I'll make it up to you. "

She gave Draco a sweet smile. "I know…if not I guess I'll just have to go shopping."

Draco chuckled in response, once again wrapping his arms around Astoria's slim form. "Whatever you want, darling." In one graceful movement, Draco lifted the girl into his arms bridal style, a grin stretching from ear to ear. "You know I don't have to be at that appointment for few hours."

"Is that so, Mr. Malfoy?" She asked coyly. "Because I do believe there is a boggart in our bedroom closet. I could really use someone strong and brave to banish it."

"Strong and brave?" Draco repeated. "I think I know just the perfect person to protect you from such a beast." He reasoned, carrying her upstairs to their room while placing a few teasing kissing along the girl's neck.

…

"I love you."

"I love you too." Draco replied while buttoning up his shirt. Astoria lay in bed, the sheets covering her as she watched her love dress.

"How long will you be gone?" She asked, her fingers mindlessly threading through her hair.

"Hopefully not long, but I'll let you know otherwise." He answered, as he put his cloak on.

"Draco…"

"Astoria." He sighed. "You know I can't talk about clients. I'm sworn to a confidential contract."

Her lower lip stuck out in a pout that Draco couldn't help but be drawn to. He chastely laid his lips upon hers before hesitantly pulling away. "We can go shopping this weekend."

"Hurry back!" Astoria called after the blonde as he walked from their bedroom. Draco approached their hearth, a fist full of Floo powder clutched in his hand. He took a deep breath before throwing the slivery dust into the dull embers. "Twelve Grimmauld Place." He called out and was immediately engulfed into the familiar green flames.

At first glance Draco thought he had the wrong address because the moment he stepped into Grimmauld Place he was filled with a sense of dread. "Hello?" He called. Draco began to wander further into the dreary home as no one answered him. He should have known Weasley would be late. His body stiffened when he felt a wand being pointed at his back. Sharply, it was twisted into Draco's spin, a low gruff voice startling him.

"Drop your wand, Malfoy."