Chapter the Third (finally)
"No, you've got it all wrong. Negli means in not on! That piece definetly doesn't go there!"
"For your information, Malfoy, negli means both in and on!"
"Which one of us spent his summers sunbathing on the coast of the Mediterranian?"
"Malfoy, just because I had a deprived childhood doesn't mean I can't read Italian! And I'd rather not have any mental pictures of you sunbathing, (A/N I would.mmmmm) thanks all the same."
"This is pointless. I give up!"
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were sitting on the floor of their coffee shop three weeks before it was shedualed to open, attemping vainly to operate the cappicino machine. Not that hard a thing to do, really, but the instructions were all in Italian.
"Me odio te!" Harry exclaimed, punching the shiney coffe/cappichino maker. The thing started vibrating violenly for a few seconds, then made an awful screeching noise.
Harry and Draco waited with baited breath, staring cautiously at the huge machine.
There was a long pause and then-
"Coffee!" Harry exclaimed, grabbing a mug and putting it under the spout where the dark black substance was coming out. It stoped automatically when the mug was about ¾ full.
"Er.that's great but how do we get it started again?"
They looked at it for a few seconds, foreheads creased in thought.
Draco grabbed a mug and put it on the small black platform under the spout. Coffee came out and filled his cup with the same amount that Harry's had.
"Awesome." Harry said, ever the articulate one.
"Seven hells Potter, please refrain from using such crude language around me."
"Sure thing Malfoy."
The sat down at one of the tables, facing eachother. Although they had only owned the coffee shop for a week, they had gotten a lot done. Draco handled everything business. He made sure that they had a permit and he had shedualed the health inpecter to come in next week. He had also gotten a license from the city of London for owning an eatery and had gotten the place insured in case of an accident (A/N I have no idea how to run a business. None of this is acurate but humor me and pretend it is).
They had both agreed to let Harry be in charge of the people or custormer realted affairs. He was hiring staff sometime within the next two weeks and then still after they opened the coffee shop.
"Where did you learn to speak Italian anyway?" Draco asked Harry.
Harry mumbld something incoherant into his coffee.
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
More mumbling.
"Come now, it can't be that big of a secret. Where did you learn? Promise I wont make fun or anything."
"Um.I had a summer fling with an Italian guy."
Silence.
"Lucky bastard!"
"What?!"
"Wish I had an Italian guy."
They stared at eachother in silence for a long time.
"Didn't know you were gay." They said at the same time.
Harry smiled.
"Yeah, I didn't really know it myself, it took me till the end of my 7th year."
"I knew from the time I was really young. No one else did though. Severus and Dumbledore knew. My father found out, which was part of the reason he wanted to kill me."
Until this point, they hadnt talked about Hogwarts or anyone they knew from school at all.
There was a reason for this, a reason for them carrying around wands, but never using them, for thinking about the people who died but never visiting their graves.
There was a reason, but they didn't want to talk about it.
Silence reigned and an unasked question hung in the air:
'Why did you leave?'
A/N Yes, I am evil incarnate for not updating in months but school is over now and I've got all sorts of time. For the love of pie people, review and I'll update! Scout's honour. In the next chapter:
The coffe shop gets named, someone gets hired, and the shop finally opens! There may be some small D/H action but no kissing. You will find out why they left, but not soon. Um what else? OH! A wonderful surprise that I'll put in if I get reviews! It involves rain, a small apartment and a power outage. This is gonna be oodles of fun! XX Darky PS Thank you so much for all the reviews/offerings of mash potatoes. Y'all rule!
"No, you've got it all wrong. Negli means in not on! That piece definetly doesn't go there!"
"For your information, Malfoy, negli means both in and on!"
"Which one of us spent his summers sunbathing on the coast of the Mediterranian?"
"Malfoy, just because I had a deprived childhood doesn't mean I can't read Italian! And I'd rather not have any mental pictures of you sunbathing, (A/N I would.mmmmm) thanks all the same."
"This is pointless. I give up!"
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were sitting on the floor of their coffee shop three weeks before it was shedualed to open, attemping vainly to operate the cappicino machine. Not that hard a thing to do, really, but the instructions were all in Italian.
"Me odio te!" Harry exclaimed, punching the shiney coffe/cappichino maker. The thing started vibrating violenly for a few seconds, then made an awful screeching noise.
Harry and Draco waited with baited breath, staring cautiously at the huge machine.
There was a long pause and then-
"Coffee!" Harry exclaimed, grabbing a mug and putting it under the spout where the dark black substance was coming out. It stoped automatically when the mug was about ¾ full.
"Er.that's great but how do we get it started again?"
They looked at it for a few seconds, foreheads creased in thought.
Draco grabbed a mug and put it on the small black platform under the spout. Coffee came out and filled his cup with the same amount that Harry's had.
"Awesome." Harry said, ever the articulate one.
"Seven hells Potter, please refrain from using such crude language around me."
"Sure thing Malfoy."
The sat down at one of the tables, facing eachother. Although they had only owned the coffee shop for a week, they had gotten a lot done. Draco handled everything business. He made sure that they had a permit and he had shedualed the health inpecter to come in next week. He had also gotten a license from the city of London for owning an eatery and had gotten the place insured in case of an accident (A/N I have no idea how to run a business. None of this is acurate but humor me and pretend it is).
They had both agreed to let Harry be in charge of the people or custormer realted affairs. He was hiring staff sometime within the next two weeks and then still after they opened the coffee shop.
"Where did you learn to speak Italian anyway?" Draco asked Harry.
Harry mumbld something incoherant into his coffee.
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
More mumbling.
"Come now, it can't be that big of a secret. Where did you learn? Promise I wont make fun or anything."
"Um.I had a summer fling with an Italian guy."
Silence.
"Lucky bastard!"
"What?!"
"Wish I had an Italian guy."
They stared at eachother in silence for a long time.
"Didn't know you were gay." They said at the same time.
Harry smiled.
"Yeah, I didn't really know it myself, it took me till the end of my 7th year."
"I knew from the time I was really young. No one else did though. Severus and Dumbledore knew. My father found out, which was part of the reason he wanted to kill me."
Until this point, they hadnt talked about Hogwarts or anyone they knew from school at all.
There was a reason for this, a reason for them carrying around wands, but never using them, for thinking about the people who died but never visiting their graves.
There was a reason, but they didn't want to talk about it.
Silence reigned and an unasked question hung in the air:
'Why did you leave?'
A/N Yes, I am evil incarnate for not updating in months but school is over now and I've got all sorts of time. For the love of pie people, review and I'll update! Scout's honour. In the next chapter:
The coffe shop gets named, someone gets hired, and the shop finally opens! There may be some small D/H action but no kissing. You will find out why they left, but not soon. Um what else? OH! A wonderful surprise that I'll put in if I get reviews! It involves rain, a small apartment and a power outage. This is gonna be oodles of fun! XX Darky PS Thank you so much for all the reviews/offerings of mash potatoes. Y'all rule!