7. A Scorpion in the Coffee Shop

Money had never been a problem for me. My family had a lot of it. I lived in a mansion and I just had to ask my father if I ever wanted to something. I had never even needed something. I always got it before I could even think about it. I wasn't bragging about it or anything like that. Money wasn't the most important thing for me. I knew that you couldn't buy happiness but for the first time did it have a significant. According to this stupid magazine, called the Quibbler, the right way to give something by heart was to earn the money you brought it with. I took it to my own hands and simply decided: I needed a job and with the money I gathered I would buy something nice to Rose.

I was really surprised how easy it was to get a job. I basically only needed to walk into the one of the coffee-shops in Hogsmead, talk to a costumer who asked me if I had any girlfriend (Why did random girls ask me this question? It had to be because they didn't know me. Girls who knew me seemed to ignore me), take her empty cup from her table and then get to the desk were the owner had stood and watched me. It was also the owner who asked me to apply for the job. I could, of course, only work a few hours at the time on Hogsmead weekends. This terms were accepted and I started to work.

The first two Hogsmead visits weren't a success. There wasn't many customers in the shop and the few it was were only girls. The third time was almost full. It seemed that, when the time pasted, people found out about this place by gossip. There maybe was a tiny chance that the rumors of me working there had come out and that this was the reason of more guests. Who wouldn't want to watch a Malfoy work? A Malfoy that had always made everyone else work for them. I however hoped it was because of the shop. It was more the likely reason. I stood, leaning a bit against the desk, tried not the meet any of the other students eyes. It was then I saw it. Rose entered the shop.

She had cut her hair a bit off the shoulders and styled her hair with a clip. Wow. She looked more stunning then ever. Her new hairstyle fit her perfectly. Her eyes didn't wander off to me but she couldn't have entered the shop without knowing I worked there? She sat down in a corner, in a sofa, with a book in her hand.

"Would you like to order something?" I asked, try not walk to fast towards her but how could I not? Her aura was like a sun and I was, a humble human, who craved it. I saw Rose look up from her book. Finally she decided to look at me. She was determined and put down her book for a while. For the first time did Rose actually pay attention to me. There was a first time for everything.

"Oh, yes." she said, quite glad. Had something happened? It had to, she wasn't like this if something hadn't happened. "I would love a cup of chai-latte, do you have that? It's not very usual in the wizarding world." Chai-latte? Well, I had heard about it before so probably. I nodded. Something inside annoyed me. Why didn't I know what had happened? I probably shouldn't had taken this stupid job. I sighed a bit.

"Anything else? Me, maybe?" Oh, shit. My bad pick up lines were coming back. I had thought I had grown up from them but that wasn't the case. I could hear some girls in the background giggle.

"No. A piece of blueberry-pie maybe? Oh.. no scratch that. I'm fine with just the chai."

"Are you sure? I happen to be very good at.." She didn't let me finish. She wasn't eager to hear what I was offering her. She looked down now at her hands that were all over her book she had with her. That... wasn't a book. It was a magazine, the Quibbler. It wasn't the latest but the one I had read before I got this job. No, had Albus told her my plan? She talked.
"No, I'm fine."
"It's on the house." Literately it was on the house.
"Thank you but as I said, I'm fine." She picked up her magazine and now started to read. It was now my queue to leave. I turned around, almost in a defeat. All this work I had done and this was the only outcome I could get?

"Another time, perhaps." Wait... had I just said that? No. I hadn't. I touched my lips. Yes, they were sealed. It was... I thought that it was my words but it was her words. Did... did Rose Granger-Weasley just say perhaps?! I turned around as fast as I could and color from her cheeks started to show. Wow, this job was the best thing that ever happened to me.