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Cafe

Draco Pov
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Today I'm meeting Harry Potter at a muggle cafe... usually, I wouldn't go to muggle London unless it were essential. But this seems necessary. Why else would Potter himself reach out to me personally unless it were anything less than an emergency? Being close to him could give me privileges that not everyone but the golden trio has.

Getting to Muggle London is easy, it's getting to where you need to go without people finding out that you're a wizard, and that's the problem. The bustling of the street and the people who don't know what the words "excuse me" are don't help. Everyone is so rude it's no wonder no one likes Muggles, not even Potter himself. I finally arrived at the cafe, it was a cozy little place, and coffee brown paint was not spared while making it. I sat at the booth furthest from everyone else and waited for Potter to arrive. 15 minutes later he walks to the booth "You're late." I say as he sits down, "I'm five minutes early!" he exclaims "And to every pureblood that is late." I reply and he rolls his eyes "especially for me." I smirk as he groans.

"Look Malfoy, I called you here to tell you something important... or rather ask you." his voice shakes, and he twiddles his thumbs nervously. My eyebrows rise in curiosity, "And what might that question or statement be?" I question and his face turns red. "How about I ask after tea, yeah?" he asks though it's more of a statement than anything. He orders a green tea and I order a jasmine. We sit there sipping our tea in silence until he breaks it by asking. "So how has... uh life been since ya know?" Harry stutters out but I know what is being said. "It's been well, as well as it could be. We're rebuilding just about everything and we had a funeral service for everyone who didn't make it." I respond, my voice wavering as I think of all of the lost people in the war. I clear my throat and sip my tea to hide my emotions.

He looks into my eyes obviously able to see my sadness, he's completely oblivious to most things, so why couldn't he be to this? He sets down his tea and it looks like he finally gained the confidence to tell me what he invited me for anyways. "I actually invited you here today to tell you something I want to get off of my chest." He sighs and breathes in and then takes a swig of his tea. "Well spit it out," I say "Post-haste might I add" I continue, and he rolls his eyes. "I really like you Draco..." He spits out. "Is that all? Yes, I hold you in high regard as my friend as well Harry." I reply and begin packing up my things. I stand up "No not as a friend Draco... as a boyfriend." That stops me in my tracks and I sit back down. "I'm sorry?" I ask and he repeats "I want to be your boyfriend." My face begins to burn "Are you sure? U sure this could just be childish infatuation." I bite my lip and my heart begins to race. He angrily says "I know what a crush feels like Draco, and I can assure you I really really like you." My lip quivers. "You're mistaken, surely you are. You'd be out of your mind to like me... I mean I'm a death eater for Merlin's sake." my breath begins to quicken.

"We all know the mark was forced upon you. I like you all the same. A blind person could be able to see you for who you truly are." I feel my eyes begin to well with tears. "You're no different than anyone, well you are... you're special," he says, and before I can think I walk out of the cafe. He pays our bill and rushes after me. "Draco stop! Please listen to me." I start walking faster, "I can't! You're crazy, absolutely insane! You have people throwing themselves at you but you chose me?!" my voice cracks and I finally start crying. "You're an idiot, an utterly idiotic git!" I slow my pace to a halt and watch as tears fall from my face onto my leather shoes. I feel myself being swung around and before I can stop myself, I grab Harry's face and kiss him.

His body tenses and then melts into the kiss, his arms wrap around my waist and he deepens this kiss. "Are you sure you won't regret kissing me?" he asks and I softly nod wiping the wetness from my face. "You told me you had a crush on me... like a genuine one, you're not after my connections or my family's power crush on me," I say and sniffle. "I think I was a bit dramatic, but it runs in the family." I joke not to have myself cry in his arms. He laughs and kisses the tear marks on my face, "That must've caught you off guard, and for that, I apologize, but we really have to work on your self-esteem. I know some good wizard therapists. I can make an appointment with one of them if I want." He offers, "I think I'll take you up on that offer." I say and kiss his cheek.

"So, Will you be my boyfriend? I never got to ask." He says and I roll my eyes. "Of course I will, I don't just kiss anyone, Potter." He smiles as I say that and kisses me again softly, it is intimate and filled with love instead of lust. It melts my brain and makes my legs almost stop working. He scoops me up into his arms and we go back to Diagon Alley. As we enter a bunch of wizards stare at us and before I can even feel embarrassed, they start congratulating Harry like they always knew he liked me.