Drarry Drabbles

Social Casualty

If there was one thing Draco Malfoy enjoyed after a long shift at Saint Mungo's, it was his favorite comfort meal, served by his favorite waitress, while sitting in his favorite booth at his favorite diner. Her name was Delilah, and she could read Draco's mood better than most. She knew he was a "doctor" and understood when he wanted to speak some days or be completely left alone on others depending on how his shift had gone.

Rolling his shoulders, and then his neck, he stopped in his tracks when he saw none other than Harry Potter, in his diner, and in his booth. Of course, fate was cruel and had a malicious sense of humor. It was packed with no empty tables.

"Good evening Draco, I'm afraid we're booked solid at the moment. There should be a free table in a few moments."

"I actually know the man sitting in my booth, I'm going to go and join him."

Not one for ruining his routine, Draco had no other choice but to walk over to Harry in hopes the other man was finishing up. He didn't expect to feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

"Potter," Draco greeted. "May I sit?"

Harry's head snapped up and tilted in confusion.

"Malfoy? What are you- Sit."

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts, a scowl returning to his face.

"Hands on the table, palms facing up," Draco demanded.

Raising an eyebrow Harry did as told. He knew better by now than to refuse an order by Healer Malfoy.

"Close your eyes, breathe when I tell you to do so."

Draco delicately placed his hands on top of Harry's and projected the feeling of calmness onto Harry. After a few minutes Harry's demeanor had reverted back to normal, and Draco removed his hands.

"How did you- You amaze me everyday, do you know that, Malfoy?"

Draco was taken very off guard by the genuine compliment.

"Careful Potter, I might actually begin to think that you don't hate me."

"I don't hate you though. I don't think I ever really did."

Before Draco could respond, they were interrupted by Delilah.

"I was wondering when you two would finally meet. I've never had two customers with the same favorite table who come in so often. I do believe today is Draco's day, but Harry seems to have beaten you to it. A table freed up if either of you want to move?"

"I was here first and I don't mind if he stays, but since it's your day I can move? I don't mind."

"It's fine. We've known each other for years anyway. What's the worst that can happen?"

They both had already experienced some of the worst that could happen.

"Excellent! I'll put your usual orders in. Anything else?"

After declining, she set off towards the back as Harry silently began to brood again.

"Talk to me Potter."

"You came to eat, I don't want to disturb you."

"You already disturbed me by taking my table. Brood any longer and someone is going to give you a modeling contract."

"Was that a joke?"

"Yes Potter. I am capable of telling jokes. You'd know if... well it doesn't matter."

"I'm sorry. I'm not upset with you Malfoy. It's just Ron, well, being Ron I suppose," Harry muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"He's upset you again?"