love over lattes // drarry

001

Surrey was a quiet town; every single family living there were posh people who didn't want to seem out of the ordinary.

Children were told to be obedient and disciplined in return for lots and lots of pampering.

Adults remained polite in front of their neighbors but whispered cruel things behind their backs, rumors flying from house to house.

The Dursleys were one of those people. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley pampered their son with every luxury they could afford with Vernon's earnings from his drilling company and Petunia never gave up a chance to feed his already plump and round body.

Harry Potter lived with them too but he was only considered an extra. He was barely given any attention by his extended so-called family and he was quite content with the fact too.

The lanes of Privet Drive were usually silent, occasionally filled by the small chitter chatter of young children laughing or crying.

It was quite extraordinary when a new coffee shop opened up not even two lanes far from No. 4 Privet Drive.

The coffee shop was bright and lively, decorated with obnoxiously bright and loud colors and stickers featuring people drinking coffee.

Many old women frowned over the people who owned the cafe, tutting over how atrocious it looked.

Harry had heard some rumors and whispers that Aunt Petunia had mumbled over the phone to their neighbor Mrs. Figg about how the owner wore a skirt.

Harry had frowned that day, wondering what's so wrong with wearing a skirt.

The next day, Harry had gone to inspect the shop himself. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his baggy trousers, trying to seem inconspicuous. He tried peeking in through the windows but he could only see teenagers flooding the tables.

No sign of any people wearing skirts.

"Oi! Glasses!" A black haired girl scolded from the door, "Stop lurking." She crossed her arms. Her black eyes narrowed dangerously at him, her lips bent into a frown.

Harry squeaked, "Sorry- yeah. I was just leaving." He cleared his throat and ran back to his house. His sneakers squeaked against the pavement as he ran back, embarrassment flushing over him.

He probably shouldn't go back unless he wanted to be sent away by the scary black haired girl with the mean voice.