A/N: Chapter 2 is up! I guess I've forgotten to mention it was H/POV in Chapter 1, but I guess all of you knew. Anyway I will try to remember to write down who's point of view it is from now on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 2 Would you leave me alone?
D/POV (Sorry I repeated the scene, but I just have to let you know what Draco's thinking!)
He saw her the moment she entered the café.
Of all six billion people on earth, it had to be Granger. He swore under my breath.
But apparently she hasn't even given him a glance. He watched her nervously as she walked around, and eventually picked a seat near the window. She looked at the snow for a moment, and pulled out a novel from her bag. Figures, he snickered silently. Nothing in the war has changed a bit of her old self.
She was about to look this way so he hastily turned his back to her, pretending to scrub the cups he's scrubbed a few minutes ago. Cautiously he stole a glance at her again, but he needn't worry, because her undivided attention was clearly grasped by her book.
Suddenly she raised a hand, and Jon, his colleague went up to her to take her order. He heard her ordering a hot chocolate, and he went back to scrubbing the cups for a third time.
"Malfoy," Jon called at him fifteen minutes later. "Take this to the customers, please."
"Alright," He grumbled, taking a tray and filling it with a cappuccino, a cake, and a damned hot chocolate.
Slowly, he walked up to where she was sitting. Just as he arrived, she looked up.
"Here's your chocolate, miss," He said coldly.
It was easy to tell she was astonished at his appearance. He himself was quite shocked that he was in this position.
"M-Malfoy?" Okay, here comes the questions. He said nothing.
"Why're you here? You're working here?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
"Good afternoon to you too, Granger," He answered, dissatisfied.
"Since when do you work?" She said imperiously. God, how did Potter and Weasley be friends with her?
"As much as I'd love to chit-chat, I have work to do." He walked off quickly, but he could feel her stare from behind his back. And when he took orders from a lady near her, Granger snapped her fingers at him.
Okay, that woman has crossed the line.
One simply did not snap fingers at a Malfoy.
"Waiter," she yelled. "Waiiiiter!"
This woman's impossible.
Reluctantly, he went to her.
"Yes, miss?"
"I'd like… Um, I have no idea, what do you recommend?"
"Uh… A muffin?" He said the first thing that popped up his mind.
"Oh, okay."
"What flavour?" To keep up his professionalism, he took out his notebook to jot down her order.
"Um, chocolate."
"Got it," He said.
"So, why did you work here?"
He turned to leave.
"Jerk," He could hear her low mutter. He secretly smirked to himself. Looks like we're back to our old schooldays.
"Malfoy, please take this to that lady over there." Jon handed Draco a chocolate chip muffin,
He has never feel so revolted to see a muffin.
"Well, Jon, maybe, you could do it for me, couldn't you?" he said questioningly, scratching the back of his neck.
"No can do, see me with this soufflé here? Plus isn't that girl over there hot?" Jon patted Draco on the back with a knowing smile.
"Right," Draco grunted.
"Here you go, Granger," He put her muffin in front of her.
"Malfoy!" She tugged at his shirt.
This woman's getting on his nerves. One simply does not pull a Malfoy's clothes!
"Granger, I'm working!"
"A girl can be curious!"
If she bats her eyes like that one more time I'm so gonna avada kedevra her, he thought.
He tried to hold his temper when he ignored her and walked off.
"Oh, waiter! I want to order!" She just wouldn't let him go, would she?
"At your service, Granger, name what you want." One more question I'd stab my pen into her nostril, he thought evilly.
"I want to know why you're working here," She named her "want".
"No clue, have you?" He couldn't help snickering, looking down at her dead-curious face.
"Just tell me already!"
"Sorry, I'm working."
"What time would you be off the clock?" She asked. Whoa, was that a pick-up line?
"Eat your muffin, Granger." He answered shortly.
He couldn't believe this.
She was actually waiting for him to get off work. What a stupid witch. Hasn't she got anything better to do? Oh well, she didn't seem to have date. Look at her, sitting over there all by herself, reading a book and munching that terrible muffin, wearing her cardigan and jeans, looking nothing special, same old schoolgirl look back in those days at Hogwarts…
And Jon called her hot. Poor Jon had no idea what he was saying. Draco snorted at the thought and went back to pouring coffee.
He was never the man to work. Having not worked a single day in his life, it took him a whole month to get used to this whole café thing. At first he really hated the idea, and he blamed his father for all of this.
H/POV
She kept waiting.
She has long finished her book and it was lying on the table.
She just had to know what the hell is Malfoy doing here. As a stubborn Gryffindor who had solved so many mysteries in Hogwarts alongside Harry and Ron, she was determined to get to the bottom of this.
And so she waited and waited, from noon to evening. Finally, when the wooden clock on the wall hit ten thirty, when all of the customers have left by then, Malfoy came out from the counter wearing his own clothes. Hermione stood up at once, dumping her book inside her bag, and walked over to Draco.
"Hey," she said.
"Leave me alone," he simply said, and walked out of the café.
She followed suit. She had to know.
"Can we talk?" She asked.
They walked silently on the pavement side by side. The night was cold, and chilly wind kept blowing to their faces. Hermione's cheeks were red and Draco's lips were going pale.
He stopped. "Here?"
"I don't mind if you don't mind." She shrugged.
"Maybe a place warmer," He offered her his arm. She draped hers around his without hesitance.
In a flash, all that was left on the pavement was the sound of the strong wind whirling some fallen leaves into a dance.
Hermione opened her eyes.
She looked around. Draco has already taken off his jacket, putting it onto a chair. What they were in was a living room. She was very surprised that Draco has chosen to bring her to his home. With walls covered in grey wallpapers, and a sofa that was in dark green, the house was quite modern. She glanced around to find a fireplace, a square black table and a couple of chairs. The house was not big, and there was just enough space for one person to live alone. She was very curious why, with all his father's money, couldn't Malfoy have afforded a much more luxurious place to live in. But reminded that he now worked in a café, things might not be as good as they used to be.
Silently, he lit up the fireplace with a flick of his wand. He sat by the fire and looked up and stared at her. She looked down, not quite daring to look him in the eye, and played with the hem of her cardigan. Not sure what to say, she went over and sat down by his side. She had to get him to open up.
"So… why did you work in a café?" she eventually broke the ice.
He still hasn't answered her yet, but he leaned in closer...
A/N: I know what you're thinking, but it's not what it looks like. But anyway review please, and I'll owl you a muffin hahaha.