AN- I know these chapters are short, I use this story to clear my mind for my big fic HPMOP… but I do like this story

For those waiting for a new HPMOP, don't worry it is coming and it is becoming a monster chapter!

The Coffee Shop? 6

Harry hadn't felt this bad in a long time, it was very odd that the feeling came from treating Draco Malfoy poorly. Why did he stoop to picking on Draco? Especially about something as private as his pratronus form.

It felt like all the years of resentment bubbled up and he just word vomited everywhere…

Harry looked down into his empty glass, He was a light weight…

He raised his hand and gestured to the bartender and then asked for a refill of whatever he was drinking. He had no idea what it was since he had little experience with muggle liquor, but he knew it was good.

Harry rarely drank and when he did, he had to do it out of the public eye, so this muggle bar was where he went on occasion. The few times he had been here he asked the bartender to make him a surprise, and every drink had been very different but they were all good. He didn't even know the bartenders name, he always just mentally referred to him as the nice-hair-guy.

As soon as his fresh drink arrived Harry started in on it, he was halfway through when he felt someone take the stool next to him. He lazily glanced at the person invading his personal space and was surprised to see Ron.

"Hey, mate." Ron casually threw his arm around Harry.

"wha' you doin here?" Harry felt himself slip over the words… maybe he should slow down on the drinks.

Ron squeezed Harry's shoulders, "well, you see… I got the weirdest fire call a little while ago."

"Oh, really?" Harry was curious now.

"Yeah." Ron gripped his shoulder as if to keep him in place, "It was from Draco Malfoy."

"WHAT?!" Harry yelled louder than intended as he tried to pull away, but he was firmly stopped by Ron.

The bartender hurried over to investigate, he glared at Ron before smiling sweetly at Harry, "Is this guy bothering you?"

Harry frantically shook his head as a blush rose on his cheeks.

"No, everything is fine."

The bartender looked skeptical but walked back down the bar.

Harry rounded on Ron, his friends was still keeping him from getting up.

"Why would Draco call you?"

Ron became a bit angry, "Draco is it? He actually called Hermione while I was at her place. Why is he calling Hermione?"

"What did he say?" Harry needed to know if Draco was still angry.

"What does that matter?! He shouldn't be calling Hermione! Even if it's to ask about you! And why the fuck is he asking about you!?" Ron grew louder as he ranted.

While Ron was getting more and more upset Harry was figuring things out. Somehow Draco got in contact with Hermione and that's how he found out about the coffee shop!

"AND he's coming here right now!" Ron finished.

The final words sank into Harry's preoccupied mind… coming here now…

"What did you just say?" he asked.

Ron sighed in exasperation, "He asked Hermione where you would go if not the coffee shop, and before I could stop her she told him about this place."

Harry tried to jump from his seat and leave but Ron held him firmly.

"Oh. I don't think so, I want to know what's going on." Ron smirked.

"Oh, shit" Harry picked up his half-finished drink and downed it.

"Nice Hair Guy," he called out to get more…

"The drinks fortify us. The drinks give us strength. The drinks get us drunk."

-Lorelai Gilmore