Cold Socks ~❆~ A Drarry advent-calendar

Tuesday 6.12

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I looked out and watched the rain dripping down the window.

It was the 6th of December and six days ago that Harry came and visited the café. It was weird but every time I went to work I hoped that he was there... I had the afternoon to evening shift from 1pm to 7pm while Blaise came in the morning to midday from 5am to obviously 12am. 

I looked at the clock over the door and saw that it was already 12am. I hadn't showered yet so I quickly finished my morning coffee, got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. When I finished I put on alight pink t-shirt with 'Princess' on it and some jeans.

I then grabbed my phone and keys from the sideboard in my hallway and put on matching pink sneakers. I briefly thought about wether I should pick my warm, dark green coat or the black denim jacket that I wore the last days. I then settled for my jacket and put it on.

As I walked through the rain with my transparent umbrella, having a Pinterest moment, I thought if I should ask Ron for Harry's phone-number but then decided against it... it would be weird since we only met once. 

I was late when I got sight of the café and jogged the last meters. I closed my umbrella and then entered. Blaise served some customers. I scanned the room someone specific gut he wasn't here. "Hey Blaise! What's up?" I greeted and then heard the bell rang whenever someone entered. "Hey Draco! Hi Harry!"

I turned on my heel and there he stood. In a black, long coat, curly hair in a messy bun and tall black dragon skin boots. Not to forget the maroon and gold scarf he had thrown back lazily. Harry stood there casually and greeted Blaise back. -And damn! He looked fabulous, jet again...-

"Hey Draco!" "Oh, hi Harry!" I responded and took of my jacket. I hung it up behind the counter and asked "So Blaise, something special?" "Nope nothing I have to go now. Bey you two." and before he left he winked at me. I stuck out my tongue at him but he was already gone.

I turned around to Harry "So? What's up?" He just started laughing.

"What?" "Sorry but your t-shirt..." I had to smile. "Well, it was a birthday gift from Pansy..."

I took a order from a customer that just entered the coffee shop and Harry, who still giggled, asked "Can I help you with something?" "No not really." I gave the wizard his order "Here you go sir. Have a nice day!" I then asked Harry "Do you want anything?"

"No. I actually just came to talk with you. I think we didn't get the time to speak on- err... it's jeudi in french..." He said. "Ah, I mean Thursday!" He corrected himself.

I was surprised. -But true, we got interrupted last time.- "Yeah... so? How has been you're life so far?"

"Pretty well. I've gone through many therapies in France and learned what I want for my future. Now I'm back in London to continue my life... At the moment I'm working as a journalist but I don't think that's long term... I'm still trying things out."

"As if you have to work." I grinned at him and went over to a table to clean it. "I thought you paid of with defeating the Dark Lo-" "Ey!" He punched me on the shoulder. "Sorry!" I put up my hands.

A new customer entered the café and sat down at a table. I went over to him and asked for his order "Hello. Do you already know what you want or do you need some time?"

"No. I'll take a cappuccino and a piece of the daily cake please." The wizard said. It was a good looking young man in his thirties.

"Sure. Anything else?" "You're telephone number?" I laughed and wanted to respond but Harry called me.