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Thanks to whichever one of the Squad suggested the cafe name. I can't remember who it was :P

Word Count - 564

Movies Are A Good Substitute To Murder

Harry pushed the door of the cafe open and walked inside, surprised to find it much busier than normal. Then again, he supposed, it was Friday. He usually visited on Thursdays, but Ginny had had a meltdown about her latest break up, and so Harry had done the best friend ritual of shit movies and lots of ice cream with her instead.

He walked up to the counter, ordering his usual tea, and smiled when Abe grunted at him.

"Worried about you yesterday," the owner admitted.

"Ginny broke up with her boyfriend," Harry explained, shrugging his shoulders.

Abe grunted again, and as he always did, waved off Harry's money and told him to go sit his ass down.

Harry had been a regular fixture at The Floating Goat Cafe since he was a young teenager. It had been his escape from the daily torture of living with his relatives.

He watched as yet more people streamed through the door, all chattering excitedly. Frowning, he accepted his cup from Colin. He was about to ask what was going on when Albus walked through the door in a pink, orange and blue monstrosity of a jumper.

Ah.

Something to do with Albus then.

Harry snorted to himself, wrapping his hands around his mug. He loved watching the sibling dynamic between Abe and Albus, he'd never realised that brothers could be so different until he'd made their acquaintance.

A ding sounded, and the chattering crowds quieted. "Shall we begin?" Albus called cheerfully, to the sounds of applause and wolf whistles.

Harry was taken aback when people started moving tables, and even more so when a hot blond man slid into his booth across from him.

"Hi," Harry said, watching the man curiously for an explanation.

"They say you and I only have five minutes, but I can tell we're going to need longer. Shall we get out of here?"

Harry blinked, looking around the cafe once more. It dawned on him that he'd been a bit stupid to not realise exactly what was going on.

Especially considering the date.

"This is a speed dating event, isn't it?" he asked, meeting the blond's eyes once more.

"Yup. And you're the hottest guy here, and i don't want to be here, so I thought I'd take the chance."

Harry laughed. "What are you doing here, if you don't want to be here?"

"Meddling friends," the man muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Fair."

"So… wanna get out of here? I wasn't lying about you being hot."

Harry blinked. "I don't even know your name."

"Draco. Let's go."

Harry allowed himself to be led from the cafe, shrugging his shoulders when Aberforth looked at him, nodding his head inquiringly at Draco.

They'd just closed the door to the cafe when it opened again, Abe's narrowed eyes resting firmly on Draco.

"You hurt him, I'll hunt you down," he warned. Turning to Harry, his gaze softened. "Come see me tomorrow. I'll make some treacle tart."

Harry smiled. "Sure, Abe…. and thanks."

When Aberforth returned inside the cafe, Harry turned to see Draco watching him with a small smile. "You must be pretty special to get that sort of reaction from him. Aberforth is legendary for being an uncaring git."

Harry shrugged. "So… what are we doing?"

"Well, I can't murder you like I planned, Aberforth will kill me, so how about a movie?"

Written For;

Meet Cute, Day 10

Days of the Month - World Bartender Day - Aberforth

Serpent - 33; Hoop Snake - Mug (object)