A/N: Plot bunnies sure are a stubborn bunch… I don't know where this plot bunny came from, but writing it down seems like the way to go. Besides, I haven't written anything decent in ages… which really disappoints me. I'm close to shouting "what the hell is wrong with me?" and bashing my head against the wall…

Warning: OOCs, slash, slight language, alternative universe, EWE (because its ew… though the kids ain't :D), and anything else that I may have missed and you caught…

Disclaimer: Oh look at that, my birth certificate doesn't say that my name is J. K. Rowling… I wonder what that means. *sarcasm*


The bakery was just as cheerful on the inside as it was on the outside. The décor was of the softest colors of the rainbow, somehow able to mix together without looking too ridiculous or out of place, almost looking retro. The walls were the same, an ocean of colors spreading out in curling waves to match the décor. There was a sugary smell in the air, fully punctuating the fact that this was a bakery, and all the pastries in their display cases looked good enough to eat off of the floor.

In fact, if Draco wasn't a civilized member of society, he would've done just that.

The blond had been strolling down Diagon Alley, looking for a place to grab a bite to eat. He had finished his morning shift at the Apothecary and since he didn't want to be holed up in the shop with dozens of disgusting potions ingredients as company, he decided that eating out would be the best way to go. The Leaky Cauldron would be too crowded at this time and so will Florean Fortesque's, so he walked further down the Alley to see if there were any other places to get a meal.

That was when he came upon a little bakery near the end of the alley. The sign above christened the shop as Sweet Delights and there were little cartoon pastries surrounding the two words. The windows displayed several cakes, both frosted and with fondant, and there was a sign on the door that signified that the shop was open. Feeling his sweet tooth tingle, Draco did not hesitate to step into the shop and he was delighted to be blasted with cool air and the scent of pastries.

After sweeping his eyes over the décor, Draco looked at the display cases and felt his mouth water. There were whole cakes there just waiting to be sliced and eaten, cream puffs standing proudly, cookies in racks, bread that was still hot from the oven, and so much more sweet delicacies that Draco did not know where to start. There was even a rack of candies on the counter holding both magical and Muggle sweets and Draco felt himself eyeing the chocolate bars there.

No one was manning the register, but Draco could hear music playing softly behind the door that led to the back and presumably the kitchen. He took his time looking over the displayed sweets until he couldn't take it any more and he reached out to tap the service bell that was sitting next to the register… twice.

"I'll be right with you!" cried a voice from the back and the music ceased playing. There was a slight clamor from the back and Draco snorted a little and rolled his eyes, thinking about incompetent employees. But he was soon cut off from his thoughts when the beads that hung from the doorframe were pushed aside with a clatter and a tall, dark-haired man stepped into the shop. Normally Draco wouldn't even think about a man that was only manning a little bakery but this one was different.

The man stood a couple inches taller then Draco and was obviously an active man considering how his slim muscles showed through the deep green shirt and white apron that donned the name of the bakery. His jet-black hair was long, just brushing along his shoulders, and it was tightly tied at the back of his head with his long bangs covering his forehead. Perched on his nose were fashionable black thick-rimmed rectangular glasses and they hid a pair of bright green eyes that had widened at the sight of Draco.

Draco's own grey pair widened as well for even with the changes bestowed upon the other man, he could still very much recognize Harry Potter.

An awkward silence hung between the two until Harry blinked and shook his head slightly, as if to snap himself out of his stupor. Then, putting on a professional smile, he said to Draco, "Welcome to Sweet Delights, how may I help you?" and he waited patiently for the answer.

Draco himself had a tougher time coming back to his senses for dozens of questions flew through his mind like they were being shot out of a cannon. Last he heard about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the (rightfully) proclaimed Chosen One, was that he had left the country to travel. And that was about five years ago, soon after the Final Battle against Voldemort at Hogwarts. No one had heard about him since and though he wasn't actually forgotten, there were other (lesser) topics to rave about.

"Mal- Sir?" Harry said, catching himself before saying Draco's surname. It seemed he wanted to be strictly professional about this little meeting. After all, he was the employee and Draco was a customer and he didn't want anything to ruin his new business, even if it meant being polite to his school rival.

Draco visibly composed himself and frowned a little at Harry's inquiry. "Please don't do that Potter," he said with the slightest hint of a grimace on his face. "It's weird that you have such a professional air around you, especially towards me. Just… be your usual self. I won't do anything to ruin your business if that's what you're thinking."

Harry blinked owlishly at him, and then an amused smile worked its way onto his lips. "If you say so Malfoy," he said, his voice discarding its professional tone and sounding much lower then Draco had thought. "But the question still stands; how may I help you?"

The blond cleared his throat and shifted his footing a little. "Yes, well," he began, suddenly feeling nervous because in all honestly, he didn't know how to act around his rival after five years of not seeing him and especially after the war. "I just came here for lunch and I can't seem to decide what to eat because everything looks delicious." Harry's smile widened at that and Draco mentally berated himself for complimenting Harry.

"Would you like me to recommend you some cakes?" Harry asked, his eyes dancing with mirth and that smile never leaving his face.

Draco felt his face go hot but he furiously willed it to cool down. He did not want to look like an idiot in front of his rival. "If you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all."

Harry then moved from the register to the display case that housed about ten different cakes, each looking more delicious then the last under the warm light that engulfed them. Draco moved with him, standing in front of the display and waiting for Harry to acquaint him with the pastries. The latter proceeded to name each cake and tell him of the mix of flavors and what toppings there were and the filling and whatnot. Draco listened attentively, admitting that they all looked delicious but he wasn't inclined to take a slice of one or the other. But that changed with the last cake that Harry pointed out.

"And this is admittedly my favorite; the Triple Chocolate Cake," the dark-haired man said, waving a hand at the handsomely brown cake. "Two layers of chocolate cake with dark-chocolate filling, semi-sweet chocolate frosting and chocolate chips to top it off." Harry then chuckled a bit. "I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a chocoholic."

Draco hummed in interest, his eyes still on the cake. "Then I think I'll take a slice of that one," he said, finally having made his decision. "Also a couple of your sugar cookies."

"Sure thing," Harry said with another smile that somewhat irritated Draco. "Would you like that for here or to go?"

The blond initially wanted to eat in the little bakery (there were three tables and a couple chairs for those who wanted to eat inside) but after seeing that Harry was the one that no doubt owned the shop he had quickly changed his mind. "To go please," he said before turning to eye the candy bars.

Once Harry had placed a slice of cake into a plastic container and the cookies into a small bag of confectionery paper (both tied with green ribbon lined with silver), Draco turned to him and pointed at the chocolate bars. "Are these Muggle sweets Potter?" he asked.

Harry looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, thought it'll be okay for witchards to have a taste of Muggle sweets for once. They might not be magical, but they're good all the same."

Draco managed to rein his sneer and instead, asked another question. "Witchards?"

At this, Harry laughed and Draco was nearly taken aback. Harry never laughed around him unless it was to his humiliation. "It's a combination of witch and wizard. I picked up some terms on my travels and they're sorta stuck on me."

Draco hummed again and, pushing aside his disdain for Muggles, he grabbed two chocolate bars with the name Snickers and Hershey and placed them on the counter. If Harry was surprised that Draco Malfoy, of all wizards, would buy something Muggle made, he didn't show it and proceeded to ring up the blond's purchases. Draco silently handed over his money, but he was surprised when Harry only took half and handed the rest back.

"What're you doing Potter?" the blond asked, looking incredulous.

"Fifty percent off for those I know from Hogwarts," Harry smiled. "But that's only for the first time. Next time you buy something, it'll have to be full price."

Draco didn't cease looking incredulously at Harry, but he nodded his thanks anyway and took his purchases before turning towards the door.

"Thank you and please come again!" were the words Draco heard as he left the shop.

Draco only hurried along. Harry's attitude slightly freaked him out so he didn't think he'd be coming back to the bakery any time soon.

But he'll soon learn that his curiosity was going to get the better of him...


A/N: So… please leave a review? This is my first Harry Potter fic and I've wanted to write some Drarry for ages! And even though I feel that it's a little meh and rushed, I'll leave it like this. Hope you liked reading it and again, please review! X3