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Summary: It's been two years since the end of the Second Wizarding War and the end of New Moon. Draco is a Quidditch player and meets Bella in a Coffee Shop in London. Bella is a Muggle. (Bella/Draco). Hope you like it!
Broomsticks and Coffee
Chapter 1
I'm heading to a meeting at the Ministry of Magic. The Undersecretary for Magical Sports called this meeting to agree on suitable dates for the teams in England for the national Quidditch tournament, and as the current captain of the Greenwich Quidditch team, the London Lightningbolts, I have to attend.
It's been two years since the Second Wizarding War and one year since my graduation from Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United Kingdom. They were difficult years for my family. A few months after the end of the war, and living as fugitives due to our connection with Lord Voldemort, my father decided to turn himself in to the authorities so my mother and I could have a normal life, since, after all, we had committed no crime. My father is currently imprisoned in Azkaban.
After my father's sentencing, I returned to Hogwarts to complete my final year. I wanted to stay home a bit longer to support my mother, but she insisted.
Despite everything, it was one of my best years at school. I was no longer anticipating a war, I no longer had to fulfill any mission for my father or the Dark Lord, just attend my classes and be with my friends.
It was also an excellent year in terms of sports. Our Quidditch team won the cup that year, in the final against Gryffindor. Potter and his team couldn't believe it. We were ahead by 50 points when I caught the Snitch, and that was it. The Slytherin crowd was ecstatic; we celebrated for weeks.
After leaving Hogwarts, I went to tryouts for the professional Quidditch team in London, and since then, I've been the Seeker. And just a few months ago, I was named Captain of the team, after the previous captain retired and I was the player with the most support for the role.
Back to the present, I'm on my way to the Ministry of Magic for this coordination meeting. And I had to come in nothing less than the Underground! Surrounded by Muggles. You can't Apparate into the Ministry, so I have to use the visitors' entrance on Great Scotland Yard Street. It was a quaint experience using the Underground and seeing Muggles up close. Their ignorance about what's really around them amuses me. They have magical places in the middle of their cities and they don't even realize it.
I got off at Charing Cross station, and looking at my watch, I see I'm more than an hour early. I'll have to wait. Perhaps in a Muggle café, how bad could it be?
Walking a block, I find a small café beside Trafalgar Square. Luckily, I have some Muggle money with me. I approach the counter and wait in line behind someone ordering an Americano. What the hell is an Americano? We're in England, for Merlin's sake!
When it's my turn to order, I notice the Muggle girl on the other side of the counter. She's quite ordinary, pale complexion, chocolate-brown hair tied in a messy bun. She's wearing a bit of makeup, nothing excessive. When I see her dark brown eyes looking expectantly at me, I lower my gaze to her lips and realize she's talking to me.
"Sorry?" I say like an idiot. At this, she smiles slightly and repeats.
"How can I help you, sir?" Interesting, she's American by her accent. What do I want? I don't know anything about Muggle food or drinks.
"I'll have an Americano," I say with a mocking smile. What a stupid name for a coffee.
"For here or to go?" to which I reply, "For here, please."
She notes it on the screen in front of her, then looks back at me with a smile. She has a nice smile. What are you thinking? She's just a simple, ordinary Muggle.
"Please have a seat, sir, I'll bring your coffee to your table when it's ready. What's your name? So I can enter it in the order."
"My name is Draco," I tell her, then pay for the coffee with my Muggle money.
"Okay, take a seat and I'll bring your order."
I look for a place to sit and decide on a small table by the window. I can't help but look in the direction of the Muggle girl. She's turned away from me preparing something in some machines, I imagine to make coffee. Curious Muggle inventions. Despite her sweater hiding part of her figure, I can tell she has a hot body. The jeans she's wearing hug her curves and hips perfectly. Maybe I could have some fun with her? Nothing serious obviously, she's a mere Muggle after all. I can't help but imagine her naked body on my bed.
With that thought alone, I feel my pants tighten. Just at that moment, she turns and walks in my direction, so I try to conceal my erection by moving my chair closer to the table.
"Americano for Draco," she says, then places a mug on the table in front of me.
"Thanks…" I say, waiting for her to tell me her name.
"Bella, you can call me Bella," she says back with a shyer smile.
"Thank you, Bella," I say with a crooked smile. "Tell me, Bella, what brings you to London? I noticed from your accent that you're not from here."
"I'm studying at university here. I moved from Washington, USA a year ago," she says while playing with her hair on one side of her neck. I don't know her, but I can tell she's nervous. That makes me smile even more crookedly.
"It must be a big change for you. The weather in London is awful."
"Not really. I'm used to the weather; it rains a lot in Washington too. But this city is nothing like Forks. Here there's always something new to do and explore. Everything is so different from what I'm used to. Everything is new. It's something I love about this city," she says, her eyes filling with joy. I smile mockingly at her innocence. We may be the same age, but she obviously knows nothing of the world and has not lived through anything like I have. She hasn't seen death, the cruelty of people like Death Eaters when they torture someone else. She hasn't seen the Dark Lord himself like I have, nor been part of the brutality of a war.
"Well, Bella, I hope it's not too disappointing when you realize that not everything is so wonderful in the world. Thanks for the coffee," I say cruelly to end the conversation. At this, she frowns but says nothing before returning to the counter.
What a naive girl. Though I'm not sure if that's what bothers me, or maybe it's envy. Envy that she can see the world that way, without having seen as much darkness as I have.
Not wanting to think more about it, I take out my newspaper from my briefcase, which I previously enchanted so the images don't move, like in a Muggle newspaper.
I begin to read to distract myself, while I drink my coffee waiting for the time to pass so I can go to the Ministry of Magic.
I didn't talk to Bella again after that, though I couldn't help but look in her direction every few minutes. And I couldn't help but smile crookedly the times I saw her looking in my direction too.