AN- OK Bro Hams, I am writing something new. I have been working on HPMOP and it's really heavy and plot driven… and like complicated… so now I bring you straight forwardnessssss! I am a snake… people… sneeple

Here's how it works. Sometimes when I feel like it I am going to write about a page (with out AN's) and that's it. It might not be updated a lot… but it's here so, yeah.

The Coffee Shop

The occasional jingling of a bell was the only sound that interrupted the soft din of chatter. None of the topics being discussed could be discerned from one another, But Harry was confident that he was not the topic of any conversation in the café. If he was in the Three Broomsticks his name would be on the lips of every person, but here in a muggle coffee shop no one knew who he was.

This was the precise reason that Harry came to this place, he even fiddled with the idea of moving completely into the muggle world, but dismissed it when he thought about the hole he would be leaving in magical society if he left. He wasn't completely sure what his function in the magical world was yet, but from what everyone told him, it was very important that he figure it out.

Harry took a long sip of the high quality dark roast in his white cup. No one would believe him, but he thought the muggle world made better coffee. Something about taking the time to do it by hand made it taste richer, the flavor had more depth, and this shop was the best in London. He also loved being here because no one from the magical world would…

The jingle of the bell on the door interrupted Harry's thoughts.

A slim, young, blond man walked in through the door, it took all of Harry's will power not to spit his coffee all over the table.

Into the muggle café walked Draco Malfoy.

The blond man looked around the cafe with less sneer then Harry would have expected. When Silver eyes were about to travel over Harry's position he practically threw himself to the floor to avoid being noticed. It seemed to have worked because Draco walked to the counter to order without glancing back.

What in Merlin's ball was Draco Malfoy doing in the muggle coffee shop?

He watched as the pale almost, twenty year old, walked to the side of the bar where his drink would be served. Harry studied the other man's back and he leaned slightly on the gold railing that went around the edge of the room, his fingers swept over the dark oak counter as if checking for dust.

When Draco's order arrived Harry looked directly down at the table to avoid notice. When the sound of a chair scraping the floor floated across his senses he very slightly tipped his head up. From the top of his vision he saw Malfoy taking the seat across from his own.

"Hello, Potter."

Draco's drawl stretched Harry's sir name in a way he found unpleasant. He looked up and groaned as he confirmed he was not losing his mind and Malfoy truly was sitting with him.

"Don't sound so elated to see me Potter, you might cause people to think you enjoy my presence."

Draco's smooth sarcastic tones and relaxed but still proper stance, had an ease about it that Harry had never be able to acquire. He was in his element no matter what his surroundings, Malfoy was always on higher ground.

"What are you doing here?" The words came out of Harry's mouth before he could stop them, simply the idea of Malfoy in the muggle area and seeming comfortable was so ludicrous he had an unfortunate case of word vomit.

Draco smirked, "I am here because I was informed that you might be here."

-"Do you like Coffee?"

"Only with my oxygen."

-Lorelai Gilmore