love over lattes // drarry

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The cafe kitchens were their go-to place whenever they wished to have a small date or spend time with each other.

Draco or sometimes Harry, if Draco allowed him, cooked a lovely meal for the two of them. The kitchen, like the cafe, was colorful, thanks to Pansy's creativity the entire fridge was filled with magnets, post-its and scribbles, the cupboards were painted akin to the windows of the coffee shop. 

Draco went around the kitchen, sunlight filtering through the small gaps through the drapes. He cooked as Harry talked about his days.

"You should move out soon," Draco huffed angrily when Harry confessed about his living condition with his relatives. "They don't deserve someone like you. You're too kind for them, love." Draco kissed the side of his head. 

"I will. I'm turning eighteen this Saturday and I have enough money to rent a small flat." He smiled, "I'll be free then." 

"That's great." Draco grinned and then squeaked suddenly, "It's your birthday this Saturday!" 

"Yes?" Harry said slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have planned a party for you!" He threw up his hands. Harry shook his head.

"I don't want a party. It's not that big of a deal." 

"You're turning eighteen! That's a very big deal!" 

"I'm not really fond of parties, besides I don't have any friends either that would come." He explained nonchalantly. He had attended enough of Dudleys birthday parties sitting in the corner or cleaning up after his devilish friends. 

Draco bit his lip, he really hated Harry's family. He sighed, "Alright. No party. But you've got to let me treat you." He kissed him. 

"Treat me?" Harry smiled into the kiss, his fingers caressing the dimples in his cheek. "A fancy dinner and such, and this time neither of us are going to cook." 

Harry laughed and Draco kissed him fiercely.

"Draco?" Harry asked between kisses.

"Yes?" Draco asked. 

"You like me, right?" He said with a curious tilt of his head.

"Of course, is that even a question?" Draco laughed softly, cradling his head and giving him a loving look. Harry blushed, "But, why do you like me?" 

"You're beautiful." Draco ticked them one by one with his hand. "You're sweet, you're so wonderful and unique, you're truthful," He said with a teasing glint, "You're very kind and did I mention that you're incredibly sexy." He ran a hand over his arm, biting his lip. 

Harry was completely red in color, "But won't you want someone else? Someone your age or someone with less childhood trauma?" He asked, putting his head in his hands.

"Oh shut up, Potter. I don't care how old you are, unless you have a problem with dating a twenty year old. Besides, you turn eighteen soon, you can date whoever the heck you want." He tapped his thigh sternly. "And you're not the only one carrying trauma, love." He confessed.

"What do you mean?" 

"Let's not talk about it right now." Draco waved him off and Harry decided not to prod, he could ask later. "So, it's settled that you're a perfect boyfriend and I really care about you no matter what,"

"Onto birthday planning." Draco clapped his hands twice, "What's your favorite food?" 

Harry wanted to kiss him. So he did.

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The birthday dinner went absolutely wonderful, after they filled their stomachs and hearts to content they left for Harry's house to collect his belongings so they could shift to the new rented apartment.

Vernon, Petunia and Dudley roared in distaste as Draco strutted into the living room, wearing a mini skirt and picked out chocolate ice cream from their fridge for their ride. 

"Oh shut up, you buffoons." He stuck out his tongue and ran out. Harry followed suit, his bag dangling off his shoulder. 

The three came to the front door, red-faced and furious. 

"Thank you for nothing you motherfuckers." Harry flipped them off as Draco drove off towards his flat, laughing loudly as the Dursleys screamed curses at the car.