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Fake Names and Coffee

So @TyrionsLeftBrain asked someone to try an finish a Drarry one-shot they started writing. My poor writing skills probably won't make it good lol, but I tried. Defineatly go read Tyrion's books! He's a great writer.

This whole first part was written by Tyrion. The ** is where I take over.

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When Harry sees Malfoy for the first time since the war, it's at a café he frequents during his lunch break. He looks every bit as handsome and aristocratic as he did when he was younger, except for the glaringly obvious change in his demeanour.

The café is a bookshop-café and Harry loves it. The smell of the old books that line the walls and the delightful coffee makes him feel instantly relaxed. So much so, he had one of the rooms in his house turned into something similar. Considering he'd been going to the place for almost three years, he'd worked his way through most of the crimes and thrillers.

Malfoy is sitting at his usual table on the comfy armchair, legs tucked under himself and book in hand. The coffee in front of him is steaming but he doesn't think the blond even remembers the coffee, nevermind the café he's in, with how engrossed he is in the book. He's proven correct when one of the patrons knocks his mug over with a startlingly loud crack that shatters the ceramic mug and he doesn't even look up from the book.

Or maybe he's just really good at blocking out his surroundings when it suits him.

"Hey, Evan!" the barista, Fleur, calls from behind the counter. Harry had taken to using a fake name in front of Muggles; he may have mostly gotten over the war but publicity is still something he continues to deal with, and people who shouldn't know his real name but do make him uncomfortable.

"Hey, Fleur. The usual, yeah?"

"'Course. Also, I'm sorry about your seat. The cute guy over there took it."

"I'd noticed, but that's fine." He doesn't realize he's not looked away from Malfoy until Fleur asks him if he knows him.

"Uh, yeah, old school friend." That is a lie but it doesn't matter much.

"Were you close?"

"Not really. He hung out with a different crowd typically but we crossed paths enough."

"Is he foreign, do ya know? I dunno where his name's from but it doesn't sound like any I've ever heard." Malfoy flips the page.

"No, he's British." He could've said 'from Wiltshire' but he doesn't know how much Malfoy has revealed about himself and doesn't want to invade his privacy. He knows what it feels like.

"Oh. Well, were his parents, like, Greek or something?"

"Greek?" She steams his milk.

"I dunno, it's an old language, isn't it? Where would you say 'Ladon' is from?" Now that is interesting information.

"Considering who his family was, I'd say Latin. They had a whole naming thing - usually constellations or flowers or something. You like him?"

"Well, he's cute. Doesn't matter anyway. I could bet my life savings he's bent."

"What makes you think that?"

She shrugs. "Just... Just feels like he is, you know? A feeling. Here ya go. Why don't you talk to him, get reacquainted?" It seems like an innocent enough suggestion, but he knows Fleur better than that.

"I'm not setting you two up if he's straight. Besides, he's always been a prude. I don't think I ever saw him so much as look at someone with interest. But I'll sit with him."