Draco was counting down the hour until his shift was over. The day was literal hell. First, he was called into work on a day he specifically requested off, so he could move his things over to Hermione's. Second, on his way to work, he tripped. To make matters worse, a hell's angel on a motorcycle nearly killed him at the crosswalk.

"Fuck, my life," Draco muttered as the little bell at the door signaled another customer walking in. Draco quickly glanced at the clock, he barely had a minute left on his shift. Draco contorted his face to somehow resemble a smile to welcome his customer, but it soon vanished as he realized who it was.

"Hi sweetheart, I'd like a tall frappe. On second thought, give me a decaf double, non fat, extra-dry cappuccino."

"I'd like you to leave," Draco said, curtly. "We're closed."

"Ah, Draco, that's not how to treat your paying customers."

"You're right, but it is how I treat scumbags like you." Draco narrowed his eyes, daring the other man to challenge him. Draco gripped the end of table, the only thing separating him and his ex (if you can even call it that). "Get lost, Nott."

The man who towered over Draco, laughed. "Or what?"

"Or I'll-

Draco's reply was cut short when the bell rang again.

"Oy, Malfoy!"

Draco had never appreciated Ron's untimely interruptions before, but for this moment, he could have kissed him for walking in.

Ron licked his lips as he took in the scene before him. He was never one to look for a fight. Of course, no one asked him for one before. Draco thought it had something to do with Ron's body build, which kind of resembled a truck with red hair and freckles.

"Weasley, what brings you here?" For one brief moment, a terrifying blank image of Hermione raced through his mind. "Herm-

"'Mione's fine," Ron assured, as he came into the shop and sat at one of the stools that were arranged close to the counter, but not before sparing the other occupant of the room with a suspicious glare.

Draco nodded. "What can I get you?"

"I thought you said the place was closed? Aren't you going to offer him the same courtesy to leave?" Theodore bit out.

"And who are you?" Ron asked, his mouth full with a danish that he helped himself to.

"None of your business," Theodore said between his teeth.

"Okay, whatever." Ron shrugged, then grabbed a cookie. "So, Malfoy, you didn't forget about treating Harry and me, did you?"

"Oh, right, of course. How did it go?" Draco untied his bistro apron as he came round the counter. He pointedly ignored Theodore as he passed by him.

Theodore sighed as he threw his hands in the air. "Fine, Draco, have it your way, but you'll be sorry."

"Excuse me?" Draco answered, innocently.

Ron took another healthy bite of his cookie.

Theodore shook his head and promptly left.

"One of your conquests, Malfoy?"

"No, just a loser who thought I owed him my time."

Ron laughed. "Who needs your time anyway?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "So, where do you and your boyfriend want to go for dinner?"

"I want five star treatment. Let's go to the Cauldron." Ron smirked.

"The Leaky Cauldron is hardly a five star restaurant. So, where is he?"

"He came by motorcycle and he's staying at the inn. So he said he'll meet us there."

"Did you say motorcycle?" Draco asked as he exited the café with Ron following from behind.

"Yeah, why?" Ron shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for Draco to close up Ollivander's, the coffee shop.

"No reason, just hate the damn things." Draco cringed at the memory of getting splashed with water earlier that morning by a motorcycle that went too close to the curb.

On the way to the Leaky Cauldron, Draco pulled out his notebook and added to his list.

4. Drives a four-wheeled vehicle

TBC

In this story, Ollivander's serves as the coffee shop that Draco works at ;)