Harry Potter makes it his daily routine to grab a black coffee from the Deli just around the corner from his house. The barista is a beautiful blond man, that not only has the most gorgeous eyes Harry has ever seen, but the snarkiest comebacks too.
So, is he really only going there for the coffee, or is there something else that he would like to taste?
The tinkle of the doorbell told Draco that a new customer had entered his Deli. He looked up and saw a mountain of a man. Black hair, that he was stunned to say didn't even look brushed. There was no wind out today, so why the just shagged look? Green eyes, bulging muscles, an earring in his left ear, he looked ravishing. He was on the phone, how rude! He would have to have some serious words with the man. Either talk outside, or not at all. No manners, honestly!
Being a spoilt brat he demanded that attention be on him always. For a customer to walk in while he was on the phone was, in his opinion, ill mannered. His Deli was not the place for casual hook ups, and business meetings. It was a place where you started your day, and whatever your order of beverage, he made it with extra care and love.
He prided his Deli on being spotless, and his smile is what brought the customers back every single time. He had seen this man before. He came in every morning just before 8 am, and ordered a very boring, very strong black coffee. No sugar, no milk. Just blegh!! Maybe his life was as gloomy as his coffee, he thought. Perhaps he should change it, and not say anything. He smiled a wicked smile at the thought, and waited for the man to finish his phone call.
When he did, he turned around and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at the man behind the counter, who had his eyebrows raised, and his arms crossed against his chest. He looked pissed, but he also looked quite stunning, with his mercury colored eyes. Wondering what he was angry about, but knowing that it was not his place to ask, he ran a hand through his hair and placed his order.
"Good morning. My name is Harry Potter", he said holdiing out a hand. Draco ignored the hand, and pulled a face that said, just get on with it.
Seeing that he wasn't going to receive a hand shake, he spoke again. "Could I have a strong black please? No sugar and no milk", he asked, taking his hand back.
Slamming the cup down at his disgust of the same order, he started pulling out sachets of his strongest coffee, and tipped it into the cup. He walked towards his machines, and placed the cup into the slot for the hot water, and turned his back on his customer.
Harry was eyeing the man, and wondered if he had been the one to anger him.
"Have I done something to offend you?", he asked sincerely.
The blond man turned his way and scoffed, "Your mere presence offends me Potter", and gave him his cup of coffee. Harry frowned, because that was shitty behaviour coming from anyone, and especially towards a customer, paid for his cup, said thank you and left. Walking towards his office, he tilted his head and had thoughts about what had pissed the man off to warrant him saying those words.
Draco now knew who the man was. Harry Potter. He owned the whole street apparently. He would buy derelict buildings, renovate them to pristine condition, and then re sell, or rent them out. He remembered when he had wanted to open his Deli, he had met with a woman called Hermoine Granger, and the rent being quite amicable, he had signed a two year contract. He had been here for no less than 6 months, and he loved it.
So this was the man who owned his building. He had heard stories of how he would visit his patrons, the people who would rent from him, waiting to hear if there was anything that he could do to assist. Was there anything wrong with the building, and if you have any problems, please don't hesitate to let me know. Oh yes, he had heard all the whispers about Harry Potter.
