Disclaimer: see first or previous chapters, I'm lazy!
A/N I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile! School/ exams are really getting in the way. I was literally for two days there having no time to do anything but write an essay for science... But now I llive! and hopefully I can get like.. two more updates done before friday is out. I need to finish a..lot of stories hehe! I'd like to thank all reviewers, and this is sorta like a semi update for this story to.. there's more that I'm working on as we speak.
Draco got up early that day, dreams of Harry and Mathew dancing in his mind. It had been the worst sleep ever. He didn't know what was wrong with Harry, but he wanted to. The Harry he knew had been buried off, carted into a Hearse and buried.
And Draco wasn't sure if he was allowed to find him underneath that black shroud of his pain filled past. It didn't seem like he was invited to know Harry's new secrets, and he hated that. Harry never had held anything from him before, but now he was.
Draco didn't want to get up, but the smell of what was distinctly morning came over him. Refreshing, cold, but just warming up. He wasn't too sure this morning smell was as sweet as it usually was, though.
Things never used to be so complicated. Seeing someone with Harry never hurt before, and now all he wanted to do was cry. He would have been glad that Harry had found someone else before, but now he only wanted to rip Mathew apart into tiny little pieces and throw him to the birds.
Draco sat up in bed, the mattress sagging a bit in the middle. Harry really didn't use this room often. Draco sighed and opened the blinds, the sun glaring into his face, not giving him the hope and joy it once did.
Eyes, Mathew, pain, pleasure. Colours mixing into one big tapestry, sweeping up into a waterfall where he lays there, looking so beautiful. Who's he? Not too sure yet, cannot tell because it's not Mathew, Mathew doesn't have longer hair.
Almost wish it was Mathew, he's at least somewhat easy to read. This mans form is rigid, looking at the waterfall as it makes loud noises. Walking up to him, looking into his face. Seeing tears stream down the rosy coloured cheeks.
Who has rosy coloured cheeks? Remember, I know this person, I know this person…
Harry woke with a start, not realizing he'd been crying in his sleep. 'Why the hell would I be crying?' Harry looked over and saw one reason to cry, he was late for work. Not that late, but he had to get his sorry carcass moving.
Harry whipped his eyes quickly, getting up and doing what he always did: threw something on without a thought of how it looked on him. He really did need to get down to the restaurant before his boss blew a gasket.
Harry rushed out of his dark closure, plowing into Draco, with only one thought in his mind when he fell onto the floor. 'Shit I'm so LATE!' Harry looked at Draco apologetically before bringing himself to his feet and stuffing shoes onto his feet.
"I'm so sorry Draco, but I'm really, very late. I'm gonna be running to the restaurant today!" Harry said before slamming the door open and rushing out into the hall. Draco looked at the open door in a daze.
"Hmmm, I'm going to need to find out where he works." Draco said to himself, picking himself up and closing the door carefully. He smiled to himself secretly; Harry Potter didn't have a chance in hell at staying clueless by the time Draco would be done with him.
Harry raced down the sidewalks, clearly ignoring anyone discomforted, or out right cursing him as he sped past, and reached the restaurant late, oh so very late. Not enough to get him fired. He hoped.
Harry barged his way into the restaurant, running into the back to get his uniform on. The boss looked up, noticing Harry's once again late arrival. He was too busy taking orders to hobble around and yell at Harry, who incidentally also was the cause of his sprained knee.
When Harry returned, uniform and all, he met Larry McLean's very red angry face, not to mention tightening mouth that just spelled 'Harry Potter, you are in for the lecture of your life… again.'
"Mr. Potter, I've had this talk with you, I don't know what else to say. STOP BEING LATE YOU DAFT SOD! IF YOU ARE LATE ONE MORE TIME I WILL FIRE YOU!" Larry screamed, his face going redder, if at all possible. His short mousy hair flew across his face, and his lean build seemed to hunch over in fury.
"Yes Mr. McLean." Harry said, knowing this line by heart, Larry unconvinced this had hit home, just shook his head and sighed.
"Potter, I mean it this time." Larry said, sounding dead serious. Problem was Harry didn't really care, if he was stuck being a waiter he was stuck being a waiter. If he was stuck being an unemployed waiter, even better. He'd never have to get up in the morning again.
"Yes Mr. McLean." Harry responded once again, looking at his tables and assessing them in one go. He'd hate to be near table four; the girl who was sitting there looked stuck up. He was glad Marie got stuck with that one.
"Well HOP TO IT YOU LAZY TWAT." Larry screamed, and Harry looked at everyone to see if they heard this. No one was looking their way except for that blonde haired girl, who was in no way a natural blonde. The rest were regulars, in other words they knew this fight off of the back of their hands.
"Morning Harry." Mr. Taylor said, looking at his much in need of a refill coffee cup.
"Morning Randy, have a nice night with the wife?" Harry asked, not interested but he'd talk to the regulars, at least they kept him some company for sanity during the day. Harry went and grabbed a hot coffee pot from behind the counter and went to refill the coffee cup.
"Of course, nothing like the missus and the dog house." he said with a grin, to which Harry nodded understandingly, pouring the coffee into the cup. "Thank you Harry."
"Ah yes, ye olde dog house. Where men have lived in for centuries." Harry responded, not looking up when the bell on the front door of the restaurant clanged, signaling a new customer for the day. He'd let Marie get that one.
"Harry, you lazy bastard." Marie hissed as she moved across the tables to the door, greeting the newcomer. "Hello may I take your order please?"
"I'd like a cup of coffee for now please." Harry heard the voice, but wished he'd never heard it. He knew who that was: Blaise Zabini. Harry looked up, to see Blaise, some younger male, and Draco, who was staring at Harry with a smile. 'Haha, you found me.' Harry thought, not too sure why he was resentful to the fact.
'Why do I know Blaise again? Oh right, he was Draco's boyfriend… why the hell do I suddenly hate the man? God, can't control my emotions today, maybe I slept wrong.' Harry thought to himself, setting the pot back down on the back counter.
"And I'll have a biscotti please. Draco would you like a menu? They have lovely pastries here." the other male said, the one Harry didn't know. Oh they'd been here before, why the hell had he never noticed? Oh right, he never noticed anyone normally.
"Yes, a menu would be nice." Draco says. He sounds pleasant, well he always sounded pleasant but he was being so nice to her. And she's not even a witch. For some reason that's too weird to comprehend for Harry. 'Why do I always think Draco should be rude?' Harry thought.
"Harry would you get the menus out from under that box there." Marie asked, and Harry gave her a pathetic look. "Harry, I know you hate it, but like Larry said, you have to work!" Marie said, laughing at him.
"Fine, fine." Harry muttered under his breath, grabbing a few menus and stalking up to the table. He didn't want to see Draco today; he was still awkward about last night with Mathew.
"So you really are this lazy when you're working?" Draco asked, eyes mocking him and smirk laughing outright in his face. Harry glared at him.
"Draco shut up and order something to eat." Harry snapped, not sure why Zabini was smirking at him for the comment. He in truth didn't know why he said it. Actually, yes he did, but no chance in hell was he going to admit it.
"Harry, please be nice the customers, whether you know them or not. Larry'll have your head." Marie said, sauntering away to collect dirty dishes from table seven.
"One of these days I'm gonna.." Harry seethed out, only to feel a little pinch on his bottom. "AIIEEE!" Harry bellowed looking at the culprit, one very satisfied Draco Malfoy. Harry thought it was because he'd gotten Harry embarrassed, but that was only half of it. Blaise knew the whole truth, and was rolling his eyes at Draco.
"What happened?" Larry asked after rushing in, and everyone in the small restaurant was looking at him. Harry blushed, glaring at Draco, and stuttered his way out of his outburst.
"Potter, one more mistake, just one, and I will sack you arse." Larry growled before returning to the kitchen, probably to yell at the cook some more. Larry loved yelling. Harry was a good person to yell at.
"Draco, please, never do that again." Harry said, meaning pinch his ass in public. He wouldn't mind in the least.. and that's where that trail of thought ended as he kicked himself mentally and left to fetch a cup of coffee for Mr. Taylor.
Harry should have known today would be a bad day. It was so damn sunny outside.
Review, I know this chapter is.. umm.. okay I hate this chapter, it's not much of a chapter, but I got more so yeah, a little preview think of it as?