Granger's Café

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.

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Chapter Thirteen: Unlucky for some

Ginerva Weasley was in the middle of a wonderous dream where she was richer than any man she had ever slept with. Including Harry James Potter. Not that he had ever been that good in bed anyways. She smirked in her sleep, a pillow trapped between her naked legs. Her red hair was fanned out across the other pillow she was using for her head, and her make-up from the day before was smudged down her right cheek. She was looking forward to harrassing Hermione's staff when she eventually went into work. She couldn't get fired. She had Hermione squashed right underneath her thumb. Suddenly her phone started ringing from across the bedroom alerting her that it was now daylight. She groaned at the alarm and was about to turn over and go back to sleep when her mobile began to ring out. Who was calling her at this early hour? The sky was still dark outside for Merlin's sake! Growling she snapped her phone open and spoke. "What?"

"Ginny why the hell aren't you in work yet?!" came Hermione's aggressive voice from the other end of the phone.

"I didn't think you opened this early" Ginny slurred in confusion.

"Well on Monday's we do, and you'd better hurry. There's a massive rush and I have to leave soon!"

Ginny sneered against the mouthpiece. "Get one of your other workers to do it!"

"I can't!" Hermione snapped down the phone, "they've all gone up London to get more things for this afternoon's lunch. Now get your arse down here or you are fired!" Ginny opened her mouth to retort to this comment but Hermione beat her to it. "I don't care what you will or will not do to me! Just get down here NOW!" The other end of the line went dead.

Ginny screamed in frustration. This was not how is was supposed to go! She was meant to manipulate Hermione not the other way around! She threw her phone in her mass of bed covers and wondered what she should do. She could always go. The other's might turn up by the time she got there. Then she could manipulate Harry. A sticky smirk crawled onto her lips, as the lipgloass from the night before cracked against the motion. Maybe this day would get better, she thought as her naked body strutted towards the bathroom for a shower.

000

Draco stirred awake as the first beads of dawn broke in to his room through the gaps in the curtains. He winced and buried himself deeper under the blankets. He smiled sleepily with relief and cuddled his arms tighter around his body only to find that there was already a third arm wound around his waist in a protective manner. The arm was tan, muscled and had fine black hairs across it. Draco's heart skipped a beat. Harry was spooning him? He shifted slightly and his eyes shot wide open as he felt Harry's morning wood pressed up against his buttocks. He exhaled, thankful that he was wearing his boxers. His back was suddenly cold so he pressed back against Harry's chest. His stomach flipped. Harry's chest was so toned and smooth, he inwardly felt priveledged to be the one wrapped up in those strong arms instead of that Weaslette.

He peered back over his shoulder and could not help but smile. Harry looked so peaceful in his sleep; black hair in disarray, tan eyelids shut over those emerald orbs. Long black lashes curling skywards. "Beautiful" Draco breathed, snuggling up into the embrace.

"You're awake then?" came a soft, sleepy voice.

Draco frowned and then froze. "You're awake, aren't you?" he looked over his shoulder once again to see Harry, still with his eyes closed, and smiling.

"Just about"

Draco had the descency to blush. "I ... I'm ..."

Harry smiled again, burying his face against the blonde's neck, his warmth breath sending tingles all over Draco's body. "Shh now, lets get some more sleep" the dark-haired mans arms squeezed around Draco's waist sweetly, and soon Draco was curled up within Harry's luxurious embrace.

"Harry?" Draco asked a few minutes later.

"Mmm?"

"Why are you cuddling me?" the embrace began to unwind. "No!" Draco protested clinging onto the arms and winding them back around him, "I like it! I was just asking 'why'?"

Harry chuckled low in his throat, causing a slight vibration on Draco's shoulder. He suppressed a giggle. "Because it's warm, it's comrforting and ..."

"And?" Draco prompted, his nerves on edge.

"I like you"

Draco froze, "y-you do?" Harry nodded against his shoulder. "I- I like you too"

It may have been Draco's overactive imagination but he could have sworn that he felt a pair of warm, moist lips press against his temples. "I'm glad" came the whisper directly in his ear. He drifted back to sleep as Harry's warm embrace removed all fears and doubts of the world around him from his mind.

When he opened his eyes again the warm embrace was gone, leaving him feel cold and exposed. He wondered if it had been a sweet blissful dream but the indentation on the opposite side of the mattress proved him wrong. He sat up slightly, his eyes wide with fear. Had Harry left him? Was he just a piece of cheap comfort for the scar-headed hero? A cold shiver ran up his spine. "Harry?" he called out softly.

"Did you call me?" came a voice from the doorway. Draco watched as the bedroom door swung open to reveal a semi-naked Harry Potter. Draco's eyes roamed over his toned muscles. He swallowed.

"I just worried where you were, that's all" Draco flushed as he bowed his head.

Harry smiled and slid across the bedclothes on his hands and knees. He tilted Draco's chin up and pressed their noses together. "You're so cute when you blush. Don't ever hide it, okay?" Draco was dumbfounded as Harry nuzzled their noses against one another, a charming little smile. "I made us some breakfast if you feel like eating. We have a dramatic day ahead of us" the grin never faded from his lips as he pressed them against Draco's forehead.

Draco's eyes gleamed. "What did you make us?"

"Pancakes and waffles"

Draco pulled a face. "Isn't that too much sugar for breakfast?"

Harry poked his tongue out childishly, "No, not at all" he walked over to the chair that Draco used to throw some shirts on as he decided on which one to where in the mornings. He grabbed two of Draco's baggy T-Shirts that he specifically used on rainy days off. He threw one over at Draco while pulling one over his shaggy mane of hair. "Ready?" Harry asked as glanced down at the blonde sitting cross-legged on the bed in his boxers and straightening the baggy shirt down over his thighs. Harry felt his stomach stir hungrily. Draco looked so gorgeous and ready to push deep into the mattress with Harry's hot passionate body grinding down against him ...

Harry snapped his head out of such thoughts as Draco appeared right in front of him, silver eyes dancing with emotion, breathing low and forcibly steady. "You do look extremely hungry" Draco commented quietly, eyes roaming over Harry's clothed torso. Harry's pupils were small pinpricks as he cleared his throat and nudged Draco in the direction of the kitchen. His stomach growled, but he was not so sure that it was for his fill of pancakes and waffles anymore.

000

Narcissa Black née Malfoy was a cunning woman at the best of times, she just never let it show when her husband was around her. She was a dark woman from a dark family and her head was dark, shielding the love she stored inside, away from prying eyes. She had decorated herself in some muggle clothing from a Market in Camden Town. A long black skirt, thin shirt with a long black pixie hood and flare sleeves with a dark emerald and black corset strapped tightly around her torso. Her smoke-rimmed eyes drew out the silver irises and her loose ice-blonde curls made her look even more evil. And evil is how she felt. She lit a muggle cigarette and inhaled its toxic fumes. She did not care about her health anymore. If Lucius was on her tail then she would be dead before the year was up. She knew it. She had owled the one person she knew who could help her in this crisis. Her eyes lit up but otherwise her face showed no emotion as the man approached, his long matrix styled coat flaring in the cold roaring wind. He stopped about a foot away from her. She pushed herself away from the wall she had been leaning against and stubbed her cigarette out. His voice rolled out like honey, "Narcissa. Have not seen you in a while"

She inclined her head with a thin smile, "Nice to see you too, Sirius"

000

It was midday by the time there was a knock at Draco's door and a hushed bout of giggles from the opposite side. Both Harry and Draco were thankfully dressed. Draco answered the door and smiled to see Hermione and Mona. "Hi you two. Mona I did not know you were coming back so soon" he frowned slightly as he closed the front door of his apartment and followed the two women into the living room.

Mona beamed brightly, her cheeks flushed from laughing, "I'm not coming back just yet. But Hermione offered me some money to bring in my little cousin's birthday party here today to mess with Ginny, so how could I pass that chance up?"

Harry snorted from the sofa. "Oh Hermione you are wicked"

Hermione shrugged with a grin, "no one says Gryffindor's were perfect. We were just meant to be braver than anything else. No one said we couldn't seek revenge" Draco admired the brunette woman. "Besides I woke up at five this morning to screw with that bitches head so I do not see why I cannot have a little fine to pay me back for the three extra hours of sleep I could have had"

Mona giggled, "Mione, are you sure you're not pregnant again?" At this statement the room fell silent and Harry noticed how Hermione's mouth worked wordlessly.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" he asked standing up and resting a hand on her shoulder. She nodded. "Are you ... Are you pregnant again?" she hesitated for a second before nodding slowly.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" everyone chorused.

She flushed red. "Thanks but don't tell anyone yet. I feel as though she'll try and manipulate me if she knew I was pregnant"

Draco nodded in understanding. "That makes sense" he clapped his hands together cheerily, "so who wants to go downstairs and see how much havoc Mona's party is causing?" three hands rose in the air. "Alright. Follow me!"

000

Narcissa smiled and thanked Remus as he prepared her some tea. All three of them sat down on the sofa. She paused and then found what she wanted to say. "So I take it you know what has happened with Lucius?"

Sirius shook his head. "Not a word, Cissa, what has happened?"

"He and Astoria threw Draco in the dungeon and starved, beat and raped him. I helped him escape with a portkey. Now he is out there somewhere in London and I have had no word from him or Scorpius. Not even a death threat from Lucius. I'm scared. It is almost as if I have been erased from the planet" Remus and Sirius shared an awkward glance. The tension in the air thickened. "What?" she questioned, "what is going on?"

"Well, you sort of, have been erased from this planet" Remus eventually said uneasily. He swallowed thickly as Narcissa's furrowed brow only deepened. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled. "You have not seen the daily prophet recently have you?"

"No I have not. I am on the run from a madman who is shagging my sons wife" at this snarled statement both mens' jaws dropped but they quickly regained their composure. Remus went around hunting for the prophet while Sirius grasped his cousins hands in his own.

"Who said life would get simpler after the war?" he asked bitterly.

"Dumbledore" Narcissa scoffed. "And we were all foolish enough to believe him"

He gave her hand a squeeze. "It's alright, Cissa. You're in good hands now. You can stay in the spare room"

She shook her head, "I would not want to impose"

"Nonsense!" Remus called out, having found a copy of the prophet and was returning to the sofa. "We have plenty of room here, especially since Harry moved out"

"Harry?" Narcissa asked as Remus leafed through the paper trying to locate the front page, as it had gotten mixed up in the throw-out. "As in Harry Potter?"

"OF course as in Harry Potter" Sirius chuckled, looping an arm around his cousin's swan like neck. "He moved out a few weeks ago when Miss Granger-Weasley opened her new cafe ... he stays in one of the apartments above the place. No kids though"

"So where does his daughter live?"

"With Hermione" Remus stated. "Harry sees her all the time. He is only staying above the shop to earn enough to buy his own place" he spread the paper over Narcissa's lap and she had only to look at the main title of the article to grab the paper, screw it up into a ball and toss is away in a fury.

"I'm dead?" she screeched, making Remus wince. There were times he hated hypersensitive hearing.

"Yes" Sirius confirmed grimly, "Lucius, somehow, faked your death. Dark magic obviously" he scowled at his lap as though it had just offended him. "Don't worry too much about it. This means that you can do pretty much whatever you like. No one will suspect it's you because ... according to everyone ... you're dead"

Narcissa pursed her lips and thought about this. "It does have a vague up-side. But what if Draco sees the paper?"

Sirius exchanged a look with Remus. His throat was dry. "I ... I don't know"

000

The foursome were heading down the stairs and were greeted of a loud uproar from the front counter. They exchanged looks but no one was at all surprised by the loud noise. Ginny had clearly come in to work. Childish screams were heard over the roar of the adults. Draco snickered earning him a nudge in the ribs from Harry who in turn stuffed his fist in his mouth to stifle his giggles. Hermione threw them both a mock stern look before straightening up and stalking ahead of the trio to stand behind the counter. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE BE QUIET AND WE'LL SORT THIS OUT!" behind her back Mona, Harry and Draco watched her flick her wand. The crowd instantly shut up. Mona stifled a giggle behind her hand, and so she coughed lightly turned on her heel, and made her way to the kitchen. She was intending to make the sandwiches her cousin's party of friends ordered. OF course Hermione had duplicated each of the children, making them eight in total, in stead of four.

Draco and Harry looked on with smug looks on their faces. Hermione yelling at Ginny who looked stubborn and ashamed that she had let her 'plot' get out of hand so quickly. One by one they watched the spelled customers drift out of the doorway and evaporate as they left the perimeter of the shop. Draco smirked as the shop emptied save for Mona's little party of four and an elderly man in the corner sipping some tea. He lent over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "so far I think today was successful, don't you?"

Harry nodded with a grin on his lips, "definitely. Fancy baking some cakes for the children?"

Draco mock scowled. "What am I a girl?"

"Don't be silly" Harry grinned and nudged Draco into the kitchen where Mona was preparing sandwiches. From the confinements of the tiles walls the trio burst into fits of laughter. Mona was doubled over, while Draco was splayed out on the counter, and Harry had dropped to his backside by the fridge all of them gasping for air through their laughter. The image of plastic Ginny sweating and frazzled while trying to serve customers was just too hilarious for words. Mona wiped tears from her eyes and cleared her throat before grabbing the tray of sandwiches and walking graciously out of the kitchen a large toothy grin stretching her lips.

Ginny stormed into the kitchen cursing Hermione under her breath just as Harry and Draco were finishing the cupcakes, sugar icing plastering their cheeks and the tip of Harry's nose. She looked between the two sharing some sort of joke and felt her body tense. She needed to wedge a wall between them before anything did happen, if it was even developing down that path. She flounced further into the kitchen almost slipping in her overly-large heels. "Good morning Harry" she purred in a sticky sweet voice, as she looped her arms around his strong bicep. Draco bristled but ignored it as best as he could, his hear thudding dully in his ears.

"Hi Ginerva" Harry muttered grimly, focusing intently on icing the last of the cakes.

Ginny's giggle trilled out harmfully through her lips. "Don't be silly Harry, my name is Ginny. To you at least" she purred and cocked her legs up his slightly. He jerked his arm to one side, knocking her off of him.

"Knock it off Ginny!" he barked. "I'm sick and tired of this! Just leave me the fuck alone to do my job!"

Draco sighed as he began rolling out some ready-made dough on the flour sprinkled counter where he started cutting out little gingerbread men. He hoped the kids that would rush in at the end of the day would happily grab them. It was a small hope but it kept a weak smile on his lips as he worked. He looked up and caught Harry's emerald eyes over Ginny's head. He snapped his head around to the gingerbread men and flushed heatedly. His stomach did a flip-flop.

"Harry I know you're stressed and I know I have not been the best wife recently" both Harry and Draco scoffed. "But I have been seeking help. And I think I am getting better"

Harry remained skeptical to the end. "Sorry, Gin, you ruined our daughter's childhood. I cannot forgive you for that"

Ginny seethed. "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND THAT DAMNED BRAT THAT MAKE YOU HATE ME?" Draco winced. His ears were extremely sensitive for some reason. "YOU ALWAYS CHOOSE HER OVER ME! i'M YOUR WIFE!"

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Harry yelled smirking down at her.

"I ... w-what?" Ginny stammered clearly taken aback by the little out burst.

"The divorce papers came through this morning. Soon enough I will be Mr. Harry James Potter. SINGLE!" he roared the last word in her face before knocking past her into the main hallway. He was probably going to angrily scrub the toilets until they gleamed like polished granite. Again. Draco sighed inwardly. Why could Harry not find piece. He shook his head. Not that he cared for Harry. Not that much anyway. He heard Ginny sneer behind him and was suddenly aware that they were alone with one another.

Her heels teetered closer and closer. Her breathing grew more distinct. Her sickening perfume became more suffocating to his poor lungs. Her breath tickled his earlobe. "Don't even think about it, Malfoy" she sneered, her hot breath wet against his neck. Draco stood stock still, heart clenching with each word. "That body of his has 'WEASLEY' written all over it"

Draco smirked and turned to face her arms folded across his chest. "I was unaware Ron was bent that way"

Dull chocolate ears narrowed up at him. "You know what I meant!" she shrieked.

He rubbed his ringing ears. "Yes I do" he sighed sarcastically and placed a hand over his hand in mock-hurt. "Hermione and Hugo will be so disappointed"

Ginny cackled a dark laugh, one that did not suit her, no matter how hideously unattractive she already was. "Oh Malfoy did you think he would ever go after you? Are you that pathetic that you would stoop so low as to be gay? Ha! Harry James Potter is not a flaming poof so you can kiss that dream goodbye!" with a swish of her ginger curls that were lacker-ed so stiff that they smacked Draco around the cheek, Ginny Weasley sauntered out of the café with her head held high in the cold October air. The door banged closed behind her earning a few raised heads. Draco told himself he did not care what Ginny said, she had not been there that morning in his bed with Harry, for which he was eternally thankful for. He turned back to the gingerbread men he had been making. They were going to be little 'thank you' tokens for Hermione, Harry and Mona. He had designed them the way he would remember them for now; Hermione with curled chocolate hair and chocolate buttons for eyes, a little red and white icing skirt suit with a chocolate book in her hands. Mona had milk chocolate hair in two little bunches, a white icing blouse and apron over blue icing trousers and bright red icing shoes.

He sighed, "and then there was Harry" he mused bitterly. He had given Harry spiky black icing hair, little liquorice glasses, green jelly beans for eyes and a red icing jumper and dark blue icing trousers. He sighed at the last gingerbread man he had made with the spare dough. It was of him. Banana flavored yellow icing, blue jelly bean eyes instead of grey, a green icing jumper and white icing trousers. They all looked cute. He smiled bitterly. "Cute" he sadly pushed the Draco and Harry gingerbread men together until their stubby hands touched at the tips. He sighed, tears watering lightly.

A single tear dropped onto the blue jelly bean of gingerbread Draco's right eye. The real Draco, now red-eyes and red-nosed, wiped his mouth and eyes before running a hand, messing up his hair.

"He'll never love you" sneered a voice in his head sounding an awful lot like his father. He shuddered, gripping the edge of the counter tightly, his knuckles flashing white. "He has a wife. He has three children. Are you really going to destroy that?"

"H-He left her. It's over." Draco murmured wetly, wiping a hand across his nose.

"He still won't go after you. You're not even a proper Slytherin. You're worthless to the Malfoy name and to everyone around you. You're nothing, Draco. NOTHING!"

Another tear ran down Draco's red face. He was breathing deeply, his shoulders shaking as he gripped the counter even tighter. He pushed away from the counter, hands tangled in his hair. His head was spinning. What was he to do? He could not stay here and hope Harry would feel something ... ANYTHING towards him! He just couldn't! That's when it caught his eye. Something long, pointed and sleek. Thin enough to slip into his sleeve and not cause him any discomfort. 'Perfect' he thought bitterly.

He ducked his head out of the kitchen and checked the hallway both ways. Empty. With a racing heart Draco stole away to his room, the slender knife tucked into his forearm. Once in his apartment he locked the front door and the bathroom door. He needed to be alone. Because when he was alone ... the pain would go away ...

A/N: Well there is chapter thirteen and yes hopefully you found it dramatic and twisted. Also it is a quicker update. See. I am getting better. I will update sooner but be warned I have exams coming up. 3