The Coffee Shop 3

Malfoy's face contorted into something much more synonymous with his name, at least in Harry's experience. He wondered if he was about to be yelled at in public.

"What gives you the right to know anything about Severus?" Draco spat the words like a bad taste.

Harry wasn't surprised by the sudden turn in attitude, it was incredible that Malfoy had been as civil as he was so far. He kept his cool and leveled his green eyes on the blond, He kept all of his emption out of the gaze while he waited for Malfoy to stop seething.

Draco slowly calmed under the steady glare, when he was composed enough to listen, Harry answered.

"You would be surprised." Was all he supplied.

Any anger left in Malfoy seemed to fall away, the answer was so ambiguous it seemed to have caught his curiosity and he deflated slightly.

"I guess I might be surprised, apparently I didn't know as much about him as I thought." Draco sounded very forlorn and it pulled at Harry in an odd way. He felt like he could relate because of how he felt when he learned that James's wasn't a saint.

"The things I learned were… shocking." Harry didn't know what else to say, so he started at the beginning.

"I was there when Snape died."

He didn't get to continue, the moment those words were spoken Draco focused in on Harry like a hawk, his eyes were tight around the edges with obviously restrained pain.

"You were there?" He asked weakly.

Harry nodded, "The reason I know enough to clear his name is because I was there when he died… I… he gave me his memories before…"

"Why you?" Draco said so quietly Harry almost missed it.

"I was convenient, there wasn't much time… but also, I think he felt I should know some of the things he showed me."

Harry remembered the image of Dark eyes losing their light and the sound of soft words 'Look…at…me.'

The memory affected Harry more than he expected, talking about it was something he had never done. The emotions he was feeling must have been easy to read because Draco paled slightly, he didn't say anything and allowed Harry to continue.

"The first memory that he left was about my mother." Harry looked down at the table, remembering two bright happy children (Snape less so) and then thinking about their fates was… difficult.

"Your mother?" Draco sounded rightfully confused.

Harry nodded shallowly, "Yea, they were friends before Hogwarts, his family lived near my grandparents."

"Were they close?" Malfoy was trying to be delicate, Harry thought his kindness was strange but appreciated it.

"They were best friends." Harry let a soft smile lift his lips, Draco was still looking at him and his pale skin became lightly dusted pink. Having such an intimate conversation with a rival must be kind of embarrassing Harry concluded.

"Coffee please, and a shot of cynicism"

-Lorelai Gilmore