Months later, Harry's favorite barista, Ella, approached him with an excited grin.
"You need to meet this guy," she said. "He's perfect for you. He's a regular here, super sweet, and totally gorgeous. Just give it a shot, Harry."
Reluctantly, Harry agreed. He was waiting in the coffee shop when the bell above the door chimed.
And in walked Draco Malfoy.
They locked eyes, neither surprised this time.
Draco strode over without hesitation. Harry slid his chair back to make room.
"Hey, Asshole," Draco drawled, smirking as he sat down.
Harry grinned, leaning forward. "Malfoy. Couldn't stay away, could you?"
The banter started as sharp as ever, but there was something different now. Beneath the sarcasm and biting remarks, a new rhythm emerged—one that neither of them could ignore.
The coffee shop patrons turned heads, their cheeks pinking at the increasingly suggestive innuendos being tossed back and forth. When Harry leaned in with a wicked smirk and whispered something too filthy for public consumption, Draco's laugh was loud and genuine.
They left with unfinished drinks, brushing past each other in a way that sent sparks flying.
This time, there was no pretense of resistance.
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"Hey, Asshole" | A Drarry Short Story
FanficIf Harry ever set up a muggle dating profile, his description would say: 'anyone who's interested message me by replying to this question: If you ever met a very famous person, what would you say to them?' and after getting numerous boring responces...
