My Singer and I - Drarry/Harco Love Story

Chapter 4 - Suspicions

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'll be sure to update chapters as often as I can from now on!
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~Skylah Abby

No one's POV
It's been a week since Harry first saw Draco at that cafe. He has started to go and get a drink from that small cafe every day after his work shifts, and listen to Draco's soft voice.
Everyday as well he would try to talk to Malfoy but he would always manage to sneak away.
He was a snake.
"This is ridiculous!" Harry thought on his fifth trip that Friday. "He keeps scurrying away before I can even say 'hi'!"
Harry decided to leave it be.
"Malfoy was probably just embarrassed that he was caught singing by his biggest enemy and accidentally admitted to being gay, right?"  The word 'enemy' stung like a bee sting, but that was just the reality we had to accept. "That's all we are. That's all it is. A little hid he dose in his spare time. He doesn't need me stalking him like a creep!"
Although he tried to shut them out, the tsunami of questions and theories flooded his mind as he went to the counter to pay for his drink.
"That'll be $5.50 please!" The lady at the counter smirked rudely.
As Harry was fumbling with his things, he then noticed the waitress was the same one that would scowl at Draco and the other waitress when they would have a conversation.
"Could she be the one that was stalking on me and Malfoy the other day?" Harry thought.
Then he scowled at himself.
"This is just a nice lady doing her job!" Harry thought, disgusted he would even a accuse someone that he hadn't even met like that.
"Here you go," Harry said finally, with a small smile.
"Thanks..." the waitress said awkwardly.
But before he could walk no more then 2 metres away, he heard a call behind him.
"Wait!"

He turned to see the waitress staring at him coldly, but then looking away when she got a reply.
"Yes?" Harry asked, patiently.

"Well it's just....kind of creepy how you continuously come here everyday to watch Draco sing," the waitress stopped, like she was in a movie and was portraying dramatic effect. "And then try and chase after him and get his attention like some type of stalker!"

She smirked at Harry's blank face.
Inpatient for a reply she spurted out, "I mean it's obvious he doesn't want to talk to you! He's a MALFOY and you're a POTTER!" She said 'POTTER' with disguise, reminding Harry of his old Hogwarts memory's with Malfoy.

"Yep, this one's defiantly a Slytherin," Harry thought, a slight smirk forming on his face.

"Look I don't won't to cause any disruption!" Harry said, his voice in some anger after what the waitress had accused. "I just think his singing voice is sweet and want to talk to him. Is that such a bad thing?"

"It IS when you come here EVERYDAY and look at him like...like....like THAT!" The waitress spouted, offended and trying to find the right words to say.

"Rachel, that's enough!"

The supposably to be Rachel and Harry both turned to see a quite annoyed Draco standing there with his arms crossed. His outfit was the same to which he was wearing on stage which consisted of a unbuttoned black jacket, a white shirt and blue jeans. He looked stunning.
"Stop pestering our guests!" He argued.
"Y-You're right, I'm sorry Draco," she put in a large smile, face red. Draco sighed.
"It's fine."
Rachel stumbled away leaving Draco and Harry standing there alone.
"Well if that's all, I'll leave you in peace Potter-"
"Uh wait Malfoy!" Harry said before he even stopped to think about he was going to say next. He was silent for a minute trying to find the right words as an inpatient Draco looked back at him. "Look, yesterday-"
"Is all said and done," Draco finished and started to walk towards the door.
"Wait Malfoy!"
"No Pottah! I've got places to be," he fumbled.
"So you're in such a hurry you can't have a quick proper conversation?" Harry argues grabbing his upper wrist which made Draco flinch. "Please Malfoy, for Merlin's sake-"
Malfoy was just about to retaliate but then in a split second he caught a glimpse of the clock.
"Shit I am so late, he's going to be furious," Malfoy muttered, hoping he was quiet enough.
"Late for what-"
"Pottah I REALLY have to go!" Malfoy said with frustration and specks of fear in his voice. He flung his wrist away from Harry's and ran out the door as fast as he could. Once Harry reaches the door he was just met with a cloud of floo powder in his face.