Warning/Disclaimer: blah slash blah, can't claim a darn thing blah blah, fights and coffee of sorts even more blah.
Angry Coffee
It wasn't uncommon for the couple to fight. They often did. Nothing really changed since their school days except they were no longer enemies, but lovers. Despite the fact they were very much in love, they would fight just as bad as when they were at Hogwarts. Needless to say, seeing Draco in a muggle café that morning was nothing new. New in the sense that he had never stepped foot in the place just a block away from his shared flat with Harry, but one of them escaping after a fight was perfectly normal.
Now, a muggle café was not the first place Draco would have chosen to hide out in, but he was so riled up he hardly noticed he had entered the place until the smell of coffee hit him full force. Dazed for a second, Draco realized he had no muggle money. Maybe the piece of plastic Harry told him to use would work. Whatever, he really didn't care then and ordered the first thing on the menu. Why, he had no idea seeing as he really didn't like coffee at all.
Sitting down with his drink, Draco buried his face in his hands. Another argument, another day, another escape. At times he secretly wondered if his relationship with Harry was not quote on quote healthy, and Merlin knew most people disapproved of their relationship, but he still loved the man. Sure they would always have arguments; it was only natural for them. When two people are so completely opposite it is inevitable disagreements will happen, and to give credit to themselves, Harry and Draco had toned it down substantially with their infamous fights. Draco heaved a heavy sigh as he tried to remember what exactly he and Harry had been arguing over. He couldn't recall for the life of him though so he opted to take a sip of the cooling coffee in front of him.
The twenty six year old blonde cringed at the sugariness of the flavored coffee beverage. Waste of money the thing was. Draco began craving a nice cup of tea. Not just any tea though, the very tea he had sitting at home which he had imported from the Orient. Well, there was no way he was going back just yet. Perhaps he could choke down the monstrosity he purchased and go home. All thoughts of that were dashed when the door to the café flew open and a ruffled and breathless Harry Potter burst through.
Draco's breath hitched in his throat. Harry never came to seek him out or vice versa. They always kept their respectable distances until they cooled off enough and made up later. Harry broke the unspoken rules though as he stumbled over to where Draco sat, other patrons staring with curiosity.
"Draco! I've been looking everywhere for you! Why'd you come here?"
Draco kept his hands wrapped around the warm cup and his eyes trained on the caramel colored liquid. "I don't know, just did."
"Come home please. I'm sorry."
"You are? Well good." Draco sniffed haughtily as he stood. "I don't like this rubbish anyways."
"Let's go home. I have some tea for you already."
"Good. Come on Potter." Draco took Harry's hand and they exited the café.