Wistful Thinking
Draco sat at the window seat in his favourite coffee shop. It was a small table, with two chairs. And one of these days he knew that there would be another person across from him. They would share a slice of mocha chocolate cake, and both have coffees. They would converse over everything, and nothing, and leave together perfectly content. But for now, Draco was alone with his thoughts. He leaned back on his chair, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
'The day Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy chat over a cup of coffee is the day Voldemort surrenders himself to the Ministry,' Draco muttered under his breath.
Inspiration for 'Wistful Thinking' came from a man I saw in much the same position Draco ended up in. He was in a small café, in the window seat (that's how I saw him), with his hands behind his head, leaning back with his eyes closed. This could normally be a relaxed position, but what I saw on his face was resignation and defeat. That sparked this short paragraph. I'm considering taking this one further. We'll see.