Hi everyone! Ignis here, Ventus is at work right now, and seeing as I have a particular penchant for typing, I tend to type up most of our stories. And she comes up with all of our ideas.
Anyways, as you've noticed, it's another Harry/Draco, we can't help it, they're just so cute!!!! So, we don't own Harry Potter…it's sad but true.
Yes yes blah blah, THE STORY!!!
A Café Named Desire
Third person p.o.v.
The blond haired young man shivered as he left the safety of his appartement building. A cold gust of air caught him by surprise and lifted goosebumps on his unusually warm skin-he had barely just woken up. His alarm clock had somehow been repetedly thrown against a wall early on Monday morning and had since stopped working. It had therefore not woken him up on time this chilly Tuesday dawn and he was in a rush to reach his usual breakfast haven.
The cold wind did nothing to dash his high spirits. He had a certain joie de vivre that he found a lot of people in this day and age lacked. This was the era of fun after all. "Live for today. Dream for tomorrow." the people around him seemed to say.
He walked non-stop for a couple of blocks, only looking up to make sure that no stray cars were about to run him over as he crossed the street illegaly. A hidden bell chimmed as he pushed open the door to a small coffee shop. The shop was situated on a main and quite busy street, surrounded by many larger stores that made it somewhat invisible. A simple sign was placed above the entrance and on it was printed in bold black letters 'Desire'.
Everything in the cozy shop assaulted his senses at once. The smell of freshly ground coffe tickled his nose, the heat emanating from the crackling fire licked at his dry skin and the calming buzz of lifewas music to his ears-not counting the soft jazz that was playing in the background.
He walked up to the cash and smiled warmly at the woman behind the counter. She gave him a knowing smile back and a wink that said: 'I've been waiting for you.' He let out a low chuckle. There was nothing particularily funny about the situation, but, just like the smile and the wink, it had become a part of their routine.
The woman, Charlene her nametag said, left the cash register for a few minutes and came back with a steaming mug of black coffee. He dropped three dollars into the woman's outstretched hand and muttered a small 'thank you'. He picked up his liquid gold and went to his table near the fireplace. He had, for lack of a better word, claimed the seat as his upon his very first visit to the home-away-from-home café. From that table and that table alone, one could see everyone and everything in the shop.
He scanned the crowd as he had the most peculiar feeling that someone was watching him. A young man with unruly black hair and piercing green eyes sitting a few tables away was staring avidly at him. The blonde made eye contact with him, but the strange man held his gaze strongly.
Shrugging, he picked up his piping hot mug of coffee, blew off the layer of steam and took a sip. Then he unfolded the newspaper that had been lying in front oh him and scanned the front page.
After a while, the man's mug was empty and his newspaper had been read. Looking back to the table where the stranger had eyed him from, he nearly jumped out of his sking when his cool steel gaze met once again the emerald one.
Shaking his head and ignoring the incredulous feeling of being studied, he gathered his belongings and left the small forgotten corner of Heaven called desire.
It was time for his day to commence, much as all of his days had begun these past few years.
To be continued…eventually….
Well, we hope you liked the first chap, sorry it's so short. Please review and tell us what you thought, criticize all you want(so long as it has a point), and we definetly won't say 'no' to compliments if there are any.
