"I'll have a glass of water."
Summer O'Riley spun around to face the demanding customer. This action was followed by a furrowing of eyebrows, as this was the last place she thought she'd bump into this particular man.
"Coming right up, Mr. Malfoy." The man's eyes snapped up from whatever was interesting him on his fingernails and met with hers, confusion and mild panic gracing his chiseled features. As they made eye contact, she watched as recognition slowly began to register in his face.
"What the devil are you doing here, O'Riley?"
Summer leaned across the counter, setting an ice cold glass of water in front of him, and whispered, "I'm undercover". She stood back up, straightening her apron, "I'm doing an interneship with the Prophet. I'm investigating... muggles." She whispered the last word, her hand shielding her mouth as if telling a dirty secret. "Besides," she started as she grabbed damp rag a pretended to be polishing a glass, "I should be asking you the same thing. I'd assume this was much to low a place for you to even dare stepping foot."
Draco smeared the condesation on the rim of his glass with his thumb before responding, his lips pursed in an impatient manner, "I'd say that's none of your bloody business, O'Riley."
Summer shrugged a shoulder and finally set down the now sparkling glass she'd been polishing. "Whatever you say, Malfoy." She smirked, her irish accent thickening as it always did when she was being sarcastic. The truth was, she knew exactly what he was doing in a muggle coffee shop the saturday before starting 6th year.
The bell above the door rang out, signaling an incoming customer. Bellatrix LeStrange stepped through the door, looking very out of place in her layers of black petticoats and lase, her hair and eyes as wild as ever. At least Draco had had the sese to dress down, wearing jeans and a simple blue button-down shirt. Bellatrix sauntered up to the counter with a foul look on her face. "Let's make this quick, Draco, the smell of these muggles is making me sick - Oh! Ms. Riley," her voice turned from disgusted to sticky-sweet before Summer could blink, "I had forgotten about your.. erm.. position here. How are you, dear?" Draco watched on, a confused look on his face. How did his aunt know this girl? He had barely recognized her at first. Damn, she had grown up over the holiday.
"I'm well, Bellatrix, and yourself?" Summer replied curtly, addressing the generally revered woman by her first name, only causing Draco's confusion to grow. Bellatrix looked uncomfortable, even flustered. She spoke quickly and sweetly, batting her eyes in the sickening manner she usually reserved for one person: The Dark Lord. Draco cleared his throat, touching his aunt's arm, which apparently snapped her back to reality.
"Just lovely, dear. Right, well, we'd best be off. Come, nephew." Bellatrix's voice had returned to normal and her nails dug into Draco's arm. "Ms. Riley," Bella bowed her head in a respectful manner, receiving an out of character smirk from Summer. The pair then turned and retreated from the cozy shop.
Summer wiped the counter where Draco's glass had left a ring of cold water and bit her lip as she watched the pair exit her workplace. "He'll understand soon enough," she sighed inwardly to herself.