Harry wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his sleeve, his other hand working furiously to scrub out the wine stain his Uncle had 'accidentally' spilled on his shirt that he was supposed to wear.
He had specifically ironed his best shirt for his next visit to the cafe, he wanted to look his best if he wanted to get to know the blond-skirt-wearing-beautiful owner.
He scoffed as the red stain refused to dissolve, his face crumpling and his confidence evaporating. He had bought the shirt himself, with the money he had earned while running errands for the elderly in his neighborhood.
He abandoned the shirt in the back of his closet and settled on wearing a green t-shirt and blue denims.
"Where are you going?" Petunia asked accusingly from the kitchen, her face twisted into a grimace.
"Out." He said simply and left without another word. He ran a hand through his hair, they were still messy after hours of combing.
How would such a beautiful person even notice a messy person like him?
Would he even remember Harry?
Harry frowned to himself and stopped in his tracks just two steps away from the door, maybe this is a bad idea and Harry should stay away from him. He felt droplets at the back of his neck, hissing he moved under the shade of a nearby tree.
He groaned and leaned against the tree, cursing every grey cloud in the sky for making it rain.
"Glasses?" Came the familiar voice from nearby. Harry looked up to find the black haired girl and the blond standing together under an orange umbrella.
She grinned and walked closer to him, her friend trailing behind her, his eyes raking over Harry's little wet t-shirt and his slightly bulged biceps.
He blushed.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair and mustered up a small grin, "Hey," He said nervously. The two moved under the tree with him. She closed the umbrella and set it aside.
"I'm Pansy," She smiled, "You are?"
"Harry," He smiled and looked expectantly at the blond.
"I'm Draco." Harry noticed that he wasn't wearing a skirt, but a tight pair of trousers with a black shirt.
Draco. A beautiful name, for a beautiful person who could pull of anything from a skirt to trousers.
"Why are you standing here?" She asked.
"I was coming down here for a coffee and then it started raining." He shrugged helplessly.
"Well you won't get a coffee anyway, cafe is closed on Thursdays." She gestured her hand to the sign on the door.
"Oh okay then, I'll just wait here until it stops raining to run back to my house."
Pansy sighed, "Sucks to be you, I have a taxi coming to pick me up." A loud horn interrupted whatever she was going to say next.
"All right, I'll see you two around. Bye Harry, bye Draco." She smiled and kissed Draco's cheek and ran towards the yellow car.
It was a few moments before Harry realized that he was alone with Draco. He scrambled to start up a conversation but couldn't think of anything.
"You live close to here?" Draco asked. Harry sighed with relief.
"Yes, just a few lanes down. You?"
"Same." He grinned.
Harry felt elephants doing the conga in his stomach. "That's great!"
"How old are you?" Harry asked, turning his face to look into his grey eyes.
"I'm twenty."
"Me too." Harry said, without thinking.
"Oh?" Draco smiled brightly, "Do you have your own place or—?"
"Yes, yes. I do." Harry lied further, his tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. "I do, too." Draco said cheerfully, "We should hang out sometimes."
"Yep. Definitely." Harry said, his heart dancing happily.
Another honk interrupted their conversation, "That's my ride." Draco said, looking at it.
He was going to leave but he turned back at the last moment, "Do you want me to drop you?"
"Really?"
"Yes, it's no problem." Draco smiled, "Come on." Harry reluctantly obliged and strutted forward and joined Draco in the taxi.
