-{The Muggle and The Malfoy}-

- Part 2 -–

He looked around the small shop not quite knowing where to go from there. He didn't really know what kind of Muggle coffee he would like. He stood staring up at the menu board above the till not noticing the Muggle behind the till had actually spoken to him. "Sir?" the man asked breaking Draco out of his thoughts. The blonde wizard looked at him taking in the dark brown hair and glasses of the guy before him. He narrowed his eyes at the man who was probably his own age. "What did you want?" the guy asked seemingly annoyed. Draco grimaced inside realizing just how much this Muggle reminded him of Potter.

"I don't know," Draco replied shortly. "Well there is a queue, perhaps you wouldn't mind standing to the side while you think about it," the guy shot back, definitely not going to be winning any prizes for customer service. The Muggle behind Draco, an elderly lady, shoved forward to make her order when the cashier motioned to her not waiting to see what Draco said.

Draco stepped away brushing off his arm subconsciously where the woman had touched him. "Do you like it sweet?" a voice asked behind him. He turned around quickly and came face to face with the blonde waitress. He opened and closed his mouth trying to think of something to say. She smiled at him and he could see by the light behind her bright blue eyes she was trying not to laugh at him. Normally he would be furious about a Muggle wanting to laugh at him but he just found himself blushing slightly. He cleared his throat before replying, "Umm sorry what?" he asked.

She chuckled and motioned to the menu board, "Do you like your coffee sweet? Or are you a dark coffee drinker?" she asked in response. He made an 'O' with his mouth feeling like an idiot. "Umm, I like it sweet, I just…haven't had coffee in a long time and don't know what kind of things there are now," he replied trying not to say, I don't drink disgusting Muggle beverages. She smiled at him warmly and he felt a something strange stir inside him. He put it down to the fact he'd been touched my so many Muggles that day. He must have one of their dirty diseases.

"Well then, may I suggest a salted caramel latte?" she suggested, "There is enough milk that the coffee isn't too strong and you don't have to fight through the foam and the salted caramel syrup gives it a nice sweet burst of flavor," He smiled at her and nodded. "Sounds lovely," he replied and pulled the Muggle money out of his pocket, "Will this be enough?" he asked still not understanding how paper was worth anything. She giggled and nodded, "That will be plenty," she replied, "Now I better hurry, looks like Henry needs some help," she stated motioning to the Potter-like guy struggling with the queue and making the drinks. She rushed round behind the till and started making the orders. Draco smiled to himself and joined the queue to order his Salted Caramel latte.