P is for Public
AN: This one's cute and fluffy. XD Except I kept trying to type "nurse" instead of "waitress" for some reason. I hope I caught every one 0_o And just a fun little sidenote, I've actually tried Butterbear at the Wonderful World of Harry Potter Amusement Park at Universal Studios Florida. IT WAS HEAVEN D8
It could be seen as a partner to C for Confession but it's meant as more of a stand-alone.
Draco squeezed Harry's hand gently, smiling at the smaller boy. "Ready Harry?" He asked and Harry smiled back, slightly nervous but beaming. "Ready Dray." Harry stated and Draco nodded before reaching out and taking hold of the door handle in front of them, holding Harry's hand the entire way. People looked up, then went back to their business. Then, just as quickly, they turned back around and stared at the young couple. The relationship was very common knowledge, very high profile, and was the talk of the English Wizarding World. However, no one had seen the hot pair out in public, openly displaying affection. But there they stood, holding hands in the doorway to Madam Rosmerta's, a well-known lover's hot spot of Hogsmeade. After an awkward pause, Draco and Harry made their way to a secluded booth and sat across from one another. "Hello, how may I help you? What drink do you want?" A peppy waitress asked, staring only at Harry. "Um, I want a butterbeer please. Draco?" Harry saked, blushing lightly and Draco smirked. "Butterbear as well please." Draco stated, his eyes solely on Harry. "Right, I'll bring that butterbeer right out!" The waitress chirped and flounced away towards the kitchen.
"Does she seem a bit . . . odd to you?" Harry asked, placing his hand surreptitiously on the table top. Draco reached out and laid his hand on top of Harry's, giving him a knowing smile. "Not necessarily. It's normal for girls to become star struck like that. Especially when they're around you love." Draco muttered, chuckling at Harry's tomato-red face. "Sh-she does not!" He stuttered, face adorably naive looking. Draco just laughed and shook his head. "You are too cute sometimes Harry." Draco stated and Harry pouted at him, but said nothing. "Here we go! Here's your butterbear." The waitress came from seemingly nowhere and Harry jumped nearly out of his seat. "O-oh! Thank you miss." He laughed awkwardly as the waitress placed the buttebear in front of him, leaning over so that her chest was almost in Harry's face. Then she promptly turned and slammed the other butterbeer in front of Draco, spilling a bit of the sweet drink. "Oh. Sorry." She said, her voice and face totally unemotional. "It's no problem ma'am." Draco said cooly, pulling his wand from his sleeve. With a simple sweep of the wand, the spilled mess was gone.
The witch merely rolled her eyes at him and turned back to Harry. "So do you know what you want to eat yet?" She asked and Harry glanced at Draco. "Are you ready to order Dray?" He asked cutely, head tipping to the side a bit. "I'm ready if you are Har-Bear." Draco answered sickeninggly sweet. He saw the waitresse's hands tighten around her magic pad, the quick-notes quill working overtime and at a rapid pace, writing down her innermost thoughts. Draco had an inkling that he didn't want to know what the words on the pad were. "Um, I guess I'll have the chicken." Harry stated and the waitress gave him a thousand-watt smile. "That's a very good choice Mr. Potter! You're going to love it!" She squealed and Harry leaned away from her, looking a bit scared. "Um . . . yeah." Harry muttered, glancing at Draco. Draco just sat there, smug and trying to hold in his laughter at the situation. "I'll have the pasta please." Draco told the woman and she frowned at him like he was the most annoying person in the world. "Yeah, whatever. I'll be right back." She snapped and stomped off, her heels clicking menacingly on the floor.
Harry's eyes were wide and disbelieving as he looked after her. "She's . . . she's being so horrible to you Dray!" He exclaimed, looking fit to burst into tears at any moment. "It's okay Harry, I'm used to it." Draco admitted as he took a drink from his butterbear. "But it's not fair Draco! Why is she acting this way?" Harry asked, sounding incredibly upset. Draco looked at him from over the edge of his drink. "Harry. Just look around! No one is happy I'm here with you, that's why. It's because I'm a Malfoy. Death Eater's son and dark family born pureblood. And you're a Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, one-third of the Golden Trio, and incredibly, cutely naive. They hate me for stealing their hero away from them." 'And their eligible sons and daughters who could marry into the Potter-Black money.' Draco thought, but he didn't dare state this out loud, knowing it would only upset Harry even more. From the corner of his eyes Harry surveyed the room and realized it was true. Throughout the room, people would periodically throw dirty looks Draco's way, and in the case of one table, even crude hand signs. "But they don't even know you! They know nothing about you!" Harry exclaimed adamantly, grasping Draco's hand. Suddenly Harry's face darkened. "And I can date whoever the bloody hell I want!" He hissed and Draco felt a jolt of pleasure run down his spine. The moments where Harry was outspoken and brazen always affected Draco something fierce.
After a few more minutes of Harry brooding sullenly, the waitress returned with their food. She placed Harry's in front of him almost reverently, then practically threw Draco's at him. Harry's face flushed with righteous anger. "Would you like some parmesian Mr. Potter?" She asked, giggling inappropriately as she appeared behind his shoulder. Without prompting she leaned over and promptly rested her, admittedly large, bosom against his back and shoulder. Harry squeaked and almost threw himself from the chair. However, Harry was so polite that he tried to cover it up as coughing. Draco, seeing the whole exchange, stiffened and narrowed his eyes, slowly returning his drink to the table. When the waitress repeated the movement, Draco cleared his throat loudly. "I would appreciate it if you would remove your . . . appendages from my boyfriend's body, please ma'am. You are making him rather uncomfortable." Draco said, voice even and controlled though his eyes spoke a different story. The waitress scoffed, face twisting into an ugly mask of what was once beauty. "Shove off Death Eater."
Draco nearly said something, he was at the edge of his patience with this woman, when he saw the look on Harry's face. "Excuse you!" He snarled, whipping around in his chair. "I believe that you owe my boyfriend an apology! And not just for that last, totally inappropriate remark, but for the way you've treated him the entire night!" Harry said, getting to his feet. The waitress looked dumbstruck, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Draco was amused to see that Harry was the same height as the rather small waitress.
"But he's-!"
"Been nothing but courteous and proper all evening! I don't know what your problem is, but you should know better then to go and insult someone else's boyfriend and shamelessly flirt with someone who's taken you . . . you . . . skank!" Draco coughed loudly, trying to cover his nearly uproarous laughter. Harry rarely used such language, and seeing him get all riled up was rather amusing. Draco stood and wrapped an arm around Harry, trying to be of comfort to him. "Wha? How dare you-!" The waitress started, one hand flying up to the top of her bosom and the other on her hip. "No, how dare you. It's none of your concern who I date. It's no concern to any of you! It is my life and I will live my life the way I want!" Harry exclaimed to the room, throwing his hands up in exasperation. The room was quiet, quiet enough to hear a quill fall. "Merlin I love you!" Draco laughed, kissing Harry's cheek sweetly. Harry, as if only just noticing what he'd done blushed and ducked his head, twisting the tip of one foot nervously into the ground. "'S not my fault they're all too nosy for their own bloody good." Harry muttered, sounding sheepish.
"No, it most definitely is not Harry. What say me and you go on to Honeydukes? We'll steal down to the kitchens tonight for a bite." Draco whispered in his ear and Harry smiled at him. "Of course." With that, they paid for the meal, grasped each other's hands and left Madam Rosmerta's, leaving behind a dumbfounded crowd.