The Coffee Shop

Wow… my fifth chapter, this must be officially my longest story ever, lol… Actually, it may not be, but oh well! I'm now going to be concentrating in expanding the size or the chapters, and developing the plot :P

Updates should be more regular, and to make it easier on me, I think this will be a trilogy!

Hope you enjoy this chapter, and please review

Chow for now!

Chapter Five

Groaning, Harry threw a hand over his face as the sun seemed to be directly glaring at him. Derek had most likely come back from his shift, and opened his curtains much to Harry's dismay. However his mood brightened as the faint smell of breakfast wafted through the slightly open door. When arriving home from his shift, Derek always made breakfast for himself and Harry, before collapsing into bed. Harry then proceeded to inhale the said food, and leave to work or sketch.

Stretching, and wincing at the sound of his body cracking, Harry rolled out of bed, to land with a thump on the floor. He wasn't particularly a morning person, and standing up he predictably found his morning coffee on his bed side cabinet.

Wincing at the tepid taste, he gulped it down as fast as possible while pulling a large t-shirt over his head, and putting on some thermal socks. Deeming himself suitable for breakfast Harry stepped out of his bedroom and followed his nose to the compact kitchen.

Standing by the cooker in his uniform was Derek, and he was cooking a variety of foods, but Harry's favourite on toast, scrambled eggs. Grinning slightly, despite it only being seven in morning, Harry perched on a stool and awaited his eggs.

"How was work", he asked lightly, while faintly bouncing in his seat. Derek just sniggered, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Yea it was great, met a certain blonde though… you might wanna do something else, the eggs may take a while".

Harry hummed quietly, before the implications of what was said processed.

"Certain blonde? How did you know it was Malfoy?

Derek just smirked as he scooped Harry's scrambled eggs on top of his toast, and silently grated some cheese on top.

"How did you know it was Malfoy", Harry repeated.

"Firstly he mentioned how "the muggle idiot is ripping him off", then continued to ramble and insult most of the stock in the garage. Of course he did match your extremely detailed description. Stormy grey eyes, with hints of silver-"

"OK, ok, that's enough now! It wasn't that detailed!" Harry spluttered.

Derek just silently laughed and joined Harry and started to eat their breakfast.

Derek had just left the kitchen to go to bed, and Harry had just turned the tap on, intending to do the washing up. It was only a couple of plates, and a frying pan so he'd still have time to have his shower.

Harry set about his task, his hands efficiently robbing the plates of their dirt. His mind however wondered off to one Draco Malfoy, someone he never even expected to see again. He'd gone to great trouble to make sure he's never be found again, especially by Hermione and Ron, and the possibility of Malfoy finding him, and spending the day with him was a complete shock!

He'd disappeared minutes after destroying Voldemort. Not killing, destroying. With the reoccurring thought of being a murderer, Harry left the wizarding world for good, having previously settled his affairs.

Finishing the dishes, Harry once again stretched, and grumbled about getting old. Heading towards the bathroom, he stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned torso.

Pushing the door open, he switched the shower on, and waited for it to heat up before shedding the rest of his clothes and getting in the shower. Sighing deeply he ran his fingers through his hair as it instantly got wet. The steady, fast stream of water relaxed him, and soothed his aging muscles. Grabbing his scented shampoo and conditioning mix, he poured some in his hand, and continued to lather in his hair.

Closing his eyes to avoid the soap, Harry's thoughts once again drifted to Draco Malfoy. He was slightly curious to whether they would meet at the coffee shop again.

A loud chime echoed in the house, signalling it was half eight, and quickly Harry turned off his shower and dried himself off. Tying the damp towel around his waist, he hurriedly left the steamy bathroom to run to his room. Every morning the clock chimed, giving Harry half an hour to get ready for work.

Quickly putting on his boxers, Harry stole the first hairbrush he saw, coincidentally being Derek's, and brushed back his still wet hair. Tying back his long hair, he then pulled on a pair of black jeans and a green jumper. The winter was coming in fast, and already a cold wind was settling in Bristol. Sliding his feet into a pair of Doctor Martens, he grabbed his keys from a hanger, and slid on his long coat. Feeling in the pocket he found his fags and headed out the door.

His walked to work only took around five minutes, but the bitter wind pierced at his skin angrily, and turned his skin a faint pink. Harry wished he could've worn his scarf, but somehow it had mixed with someone else's clothes and turned it puce colour. He didn't really care what people thought of him, but… puce!

Stepping inside the local library, he deposited his coat on a staff coat rack and looked to find a fellow employee. Harry'd been working here part time as he went to university, but didn't quite have the heart to move on once finishing. It wasn't as if he needed the money, his parent's inheritance was enough, but it got him out of the house regularly, and he enjoyed making small talk with the locals.

Smiling, Harry clipped on his name tag, and walked towards the staff desk and picked up the stamp. Already customers were waiting to take out books, and it was Harry's turn today for the Out customers.

Laughing, Harry's colleague, Jenna continued to read her book; it was rare that customers came in the morning to give books back. When he finished with the small line of customers, Harry turned to her.

"Laugh at my pain, you'll have loads of books later while I'll get to relax", Harry sniffed jokingly.

Jenna started to reply when the light tingling of the door opening sounded. Their conversation stopped, and they looked to the new customer.

"Oh for god sake, why the hell are you frigging stalking me", screeched Harry! Jenna looked at him shocked, as Harry was a normally calm person.

"I don't stalk Potter, just calculate. And of course attach certain tracking… devices on clothing".

"That counts as stalking to me. So you were definitely at the garage last night then?" Harry asked angrily. He'd been hiding for too long to be found again, especially by Draco Malfoy. He was surprised something as petty as a tracking charm went past him, but he'd been away from the wizarding world for so long, and didn't need to always be alert.

"Indeed, seems one of your acquaintances was wearing your jacket", Draco sneered vaguely.

Harry quickly looked at Jenna, and she put down her book and made herself busy on the other side of the room.

"Why are you doing this", hissed Harry, and he dragged Draco to quieter section of the library.

"Why Potter, all I want to do is take you out to lunch, does that cause the need for bodily harm", Malfoy replied with an arched eyebrow.

Harry looked down to see his hand on Malfoy's wrist in a death grip, blushing he let go, and put his hand safely in his jeans pocket. When he realised what Malfoy had said his eyes widened and he looked at him in shock.

"What the hell, you waltz in here like you own the world, and want to take me to lunch? No way… I've got better things to do then to listen to you babble on about you travels. Now if you don't mind, I've got to go back to work".

With that Harry proceed to storm away from Malfoy, but unfortunately walked straight into the nearest bookcase.

A/N Hello readers that managed to finish this chapter until the end… Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review, CHOW!