Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me!
Pairing: Draco/ Harry
Author's Note: Enjoy and don't forget to review and give me suggestions in ways I can improve on my story
Chapter One: Excuse me, are you asking me out on a date?
It was one of those days that all you wanted to do was to relax at a café with a coffee in hand. That was just what Harry had in mind.
He frantically searched for his wallets and keys which are always missing in action.
"How did you, gotten into here" he's mused by the fact that his keys had fallen into the fishbowl.
He fished out his keys and flipped off the droplets of water and placed them back into the pocket of his pant.
Keys? Check.
Wallet? Check.
Laptop? Check.
"There, time for a cup of coffee."
With that, he stepped out of his flat and headed down the street to visit a nearby café that was opened just a few months ago.
Harry had just finished his latest project and decided to give himself a break, away from his manager. He'll like to enjoy his few days break before doing interviews with different media company for advertising.
Well, it wouldn't be long before his latest work will be on the shelves of all bookstores.
Yes, Harry Potter is now a writer.
Not working in the Auror Department of the Ministry of Magic but living in the muggle world plainly as Harry James Potter.
"Welcome !"
Harry stepped inside the café and fall in love with the café itself.
Interior designs of the place made one felt being at home and also with the arrangement of tables and couches were placed in such a way that everyone will have their own private space without being interrupted.
The ambience was lovely; with the soothing lights and classical musical being played softly throughout the café.
"Nice place" he praised after surveying the whole area and his thoughts were being interrupted by the next word.
"Thank you for your praises, Potter"
Harry was shocked by the use of his last name, or rather, the voice that he hadn't heard for awhile.
He turned around and came to meet a former friend that he hadn't seen since the war.
"Malfoy!"
"Is that all you could say after so long?" Malfoy smiled and it wasn't those smirks that were thrown to him during school times. It was a real smile that sent fluttering to Harry's stomach.
Harry was lost in words and didn't know what he was supposed to say to the ex Slytherin.
"Come on, Potter. I'm not expected to treat poorly to the customers."
Harry was being led to an empty seat at a corner that's being hidden from sight of others.
"So what would your order be?"
It took minutes before the sentence was registered into Harry's brain.
"Erm. Black Coffee will do. Thanks. "
There goes Draco Malfoy taking his orders and walked away.
XOXO
"What the hell was that. " I wondered.
Just awhile ago, standing in front of him is the ex-slytherin in a MUGGLE CAFÉ.
While being deep in thoughts, Draco Malfoy was already backing with my order in hand.
"Black Coffee, Potter. Enjoy your time here."
He was about to turn around and leave when I called for him."What's the matter? Another order? "
"Are those the only things in your mind after meeting a former- friend."
Malfoy laughed at my statement and glance an eye at me.
"You're a customer, and I worked here. Of course, taking orders for customers is the only thing I had in my mind."
"Oh and I couldn't remember that you are a friend of mine. We call each other by our last name. Unless you had forgotten, friends don't call each other by their last name, only enemies do that"
Before I could argue back, he had already turned and had walked towards another lady whose asking for attention for her orders.
"Damn, Malfoy. Never changes."
I was bothered by him. Why is he here in the muggle world, which he hated so much? Where had he been all these years after the war? I find myself seeking for answers that only he could give me.
XOXO
Draco Malfoy had always been a complete mystery. Right from the start, when he changed side and decided to work as a spy for the ORDER. After winning the war, he didn't fight for any claims of glory but left without a word.
However, I still remembered clearly the short conversation that I had with him a few days before the fight with Voldemort.
"What changes your mind to fight against the Dark Side?"
"Does it matters?"
That questioned myself, "Does it really matters for the reason that he helped to fight against the Dark Side?"
Silence was lingering between us. No words being exchanges but the occasion sound of the ripples in the lake.
"I'll tell you when the war ends."
"What?"
"I'll tell you the reasons that make me change my mind to fight against Voldemort; to fight along with everyone."
"Why after the war?"
"Distractions. Neither us could handle the distractions now. It is better to tell you after the war."
He walked off after the few words.
Just like how he walked off from me now.
XOXO
"Still around?"
I eyed at the source of the voice.
"I believe that's not the way, you should be treating your customers."
"Shouldn't you be asking me, whether I would like a new cup of brewed coffee, instead of hurrying me to leave?"
"I didn't say that" he exclaimed
"Well, your tone and use of words sounds like that" I accused.
I looked up from the screen of my laptop and looked straight at Malfoy.
He's wearing the uniform of the cafe along with a white apron over him anf it seems like his lean body hadn't lost touch from quidditch, with his lean muscle standing out from his tight shirt.
Those face features of once being a kid was long gone, only to be replaced by the maturity of an adult.
As for his hair, it's not long and being tied up in a ponytail like I had known but was cut short.
To say the truth, I rather like his new hairstyle.
"What time are you off from work?" I asked with my eyes back on the screen.
"What?"
The next question came abruptly that, myself didn't realize t it came out from me.
"Malfoy, how about having dinner with me, after your work?"
"Excuse me? If others didn't know, they will be thinking that you are hitting on me." Malfoy stood there having the teasing smile on his face.
"Precisely. I am asking you out on a dinner date."
HA. That will wipe off the smile on your face, Malfoy.
"Stop joking around, Potter." He wanted to stride off from the room.
My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, as they stretched themselves out and grabbed for Malfoy's arm.
And let's just say that what happens next was all purely an accident.
I didn't know that Malfoy will topple down so easily on me and our lips brushed lightly against each other. Everything just stopped at the moment we kissed.
Isn't it great that we were hidden from sight?
To be continue (:
Author's Note : Alright, I didn't know how did I end up writing this fic. THIS wasn't the original plan that I had for my story. It was suppose to be a one –shot and an AU .However, I love the way the story goes now!
Enjoy and review if you like my work. It gives me more energy to write more !