The Coffee Shop

I forgot to put in a disclaimer last chapter, I do apologise…
Wooooo Everything belongs to JK

Here's chapter seven, luckily significantly bigger than the last

Chapter Seven

Once again Harry found himself back at his usual table, slightly more dressed up than usual, but wearing a facial feature that told anyone that he was anxious. Slowly chewing on his pencil, he lightly observed his latest sketch not particularly satisfied. There was something missing that he couldn't quite pin point at the minute, but he was hoping it would come to him later.

"Not bad Potter", came the slight sneering voice of Draco Malfoy.

Startled Harry span round, dropping his pencil on the floor, a slight blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thanks", Harry replied closing his sketchbook and picking out his pencil.

An awkward silence settled, and uncomfortably Malfoy pulled out his chair, and continued to sit in it. Harry idly tapped his pencil on the mahogany table…

"What can I get you two then", cheerfully asked one of the waitresses breaking the silence. She wore a pair of casual jeans, with a t-shirt, but also wore a small apron round her waist. Holding a small pad of paper and a pen she raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"Just a chocolate chip cake for me"…

"And one latte for me please", Malfoy finished with a small nod. As the waitress left, he coughed softly, gaining Harry's attention. "So… how long have you been living round here?"

"I travelled a little before settling down here three years ago", Harry said while still tapping his pencil.

"Oh! Where did you travel to?"

"We are not discussing that again", Harry groaned, but at seeing Malfoy's face he sighed. "I first went to Australia for a while, I'd never gone to the beach before, and so that was a new experience. I did a little sight seeing in Italy before joining an art colony in France. My great adventure ends with me taking art and languages at college, and later university", he laughed. "Not very exciting compared to your travels but at least I didn't ramble for half an hour!" Harry added well naturedly.

"I do not ramble", Draco said indignantly, but before he could comment more their orders arrived.

"Thanks", Harry said while flashing a cheeky grin at Malfoy. He proceeded to do his usual ritual of picking out the chocolate chips, and put them on the edge of the plate. Smiling a little pushed them towards Draco. "You are salivating…" he offered in explanation.

Malfoy attempted to draw himself up, but admitted defeat and grumbled while nibbling on the chocolate chips.

"How you can't like them is inhumane".

"They get stuck in my teeth! It's a horrible sensation".

"The idea is to let them melt on you tongue like this…" In demonstration Malfoy stuck out his tongue, and screwed up his nose a little. After staring avidly at the melting chocolate on his pink tongue, Harry realised that Malfoy's eyes were cross-eyed in concentration.

Laughing he looked out to see grey eyes glaring at him in mock hurt.

"I'm extremely offended that you've taken for granted this very rare chance to be taught this art. Why you don't feel privileged is beyond me!" Malfoy sniggered while taking a quick gulp of his latte.

"We've changed so much", Harry said almost sadly looking at him, but not looking completely at him. Flashes of the past swam at the front of his mind, the seven years of rivalry, the battlefield, Ron and Hermione... Abruptly he cut off his thoughts to look back at Malfoy, finding the same nostalgic expression.

"We have Potter… I'm afraid I have to go now, maybe if you not busy we can do this again tomorrow?"

He didn't wait for a reply before drinking the last of his coffee, and pulling out his chair; but before he could leave Harry called out something that made him slightly falter.

"I'm not busy, but I think this fifth meeting will deem you worthy of calling me Harry if you can overcome the past".

With a slight nod that was almost missed by Harry, Malfoy opened the door and left.

Turning back to his half eaten cake, Harry looked at Malfoy's empty cup while going over the events of the morning. They were both still somewhat trapped in their pasts, but he hoped that maybe in the future he could develop a friendship with the Malfoy he'd seen today. Or even more, with the Malfoy he'd seen at the library. It seemed that he carried a lot of facades, and Harry was suddenly determined to find the real Draco Malfoy.

With a swift burst of inspiration, Harry opened his sketchbook, and immediately found out his fault. After sketching for a few more minutes, he took his pencil off the page and inspected his work.

"Your best yet I'd say", Said one of the waitress' Harry was familiar with, while collecting Malfoy's cup. Staring at the cup, Harry couldn't agree more.

A/N It's two in the morning, and I'm surprised at myself how long it took my too do this. Only lil minutes here and there throughout TWO DAYS…. It's a miracle, seriously. I have the attention span of a goldfish!