DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or the other characters that you recognize, just my own story, the rest is J. K. Rowling's.
Also, sorry this chapter is short, I'm still getting used to writing.
Harry took Malfoy's advice and opened the shop again the next day. Not even 5 minutes after he opened, the git himself walked in.
Harry groaned, "Yes, Malfoy?"
Malfoy looked incredibly uncomfortable, which was a first, then he muttered something.
Harry sighed, "What was that?"
"Would you like to go out sometime? Not like a date! "He clarified when he saw Harry's face, "I meant like, as friends. For a pint or something?"
Harry still looked shocked, but nodded, "Sure, I guess we could do something like that."
Malfoy smiled. The smile was genuine, not malicious. Harry had never seen the man so happy, except when he looked at Braxton.
"Great! Uhm... How's this Friday?" Malfoy asked with caution.
"Friday is alright, I guess," He was still confused and shocked by the suggestion.
"I'll see you then, Potter," He said and then swiftly left before his face became red.
Well... this is awkward... Harry thought as he continued to bustle about his shop.
