Drarry One Shots

Coffee Shoppe Au (Request)

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A hundred thousand fucking reads...how the fuck did that happen????????? *Faints*
Holy fucking mother of clitoris is this what pot is like because I feel higher than giraffe pussy I feel so fucking light headed. EPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Alright, let's start this bitch. Sorry for the wait! LOOK I ACTUALLY HAVE WHO REQUESTED IT THIS TIME OMFG I DIDN'T LOSE THE NAME!! @Onlyhuman119

Sumsummysum: From coffee, to eye-fucking, to stalking, to fluff!

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Harry blinked blearily at the alarm clock next to his crappy, twin sized bed. His arm shot out, slamming on top of the old thing to shut it off while it blared out the annoying noise that was meant to awaken him. He rose out of his bed and sleepily made his way around. He still got confused at times, and his feet stuttered when he tried to figure out what to do. This was so much different than what he was used to.

He was so used to living at the Dursley's. He woke up, cooked breakfast, ate, took a shower, brushed his teeth, got dressed and went to school, and after school, went to work. Then he came home, cooked dinner, cleaned up, and then fell asleep after doing any and all homework he had.

But now, he had lost that routine. After finishing college early, and with a steady (though low) stream of money from jobs throughout the summer and school year. He saved up, never spending his money. And after years (he'd been saving since he started working at around fifteen) he had finally moved out and bought his own house.

Thus, the confusion. The new house, the absence of the Dursley's, it was all so different that it through him completely off. He still worked hard, of course, since he did have several jobs to keep up with the bills and necessities of living, but now he had much more time since he had finished his schooling.

Really, it was simply fabulous he had skipped several years in his younger school days. He had finished college at nineteen. He was now twenty, seeing as that was several months ago.

Harry got dressed for his first job of the day. Barista.

It took him almost a half hour to walk there, but he had several minutes to spare once he had arrived, so that was fine. He always left early enough. The cold, September London air bit at his cheeks, turning them red and waking him up as he walked. He was wide awake when he walked in. He assumed his station quickly, mindful of his coworkers who seemed to have just arrived a few minutes previously.

And so, they opened at the early morning time of eight a.m.

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Draco Malfoy was not a happy business lord. It was nine in the morning and he had already been bombarded by several of his coworkers, asking for help and opinions and deadlines and blah.

And he had told them he was going in late today! But, he thought they could go screw themselves, for he did plan to be in no earlier than eleven today, deadlines be damned! He slept in later than usual, taking salvation in the luxurious comfort of his king-sized, memory foam bed. He got dressed and did his routine lazily, ignoring his constantly buzzing phone.

Fuck, owning a family-organized law firm was demanding.

It was no later than ten when he finally left his house (it seemed like he had been in there for years, he was so used to leaving no later than seven thirty), and he took his time driving around leisurely. He was looking for a new coffee shop to try out. His old one got shut down recently. He eventually found one that was relatively on the way to his job, and happily parked.

When he walked in, it wasn't too busy, but there was still a bit of a line. He didn't mind. He still needed to figure out what he wanted anyways. He always found this part particularly difficult, choosing between what coffee he wanted, and experimenting and remembering what he liked best was more challenging than picking breaking off a fight between spouses at times. Jesus, Jolene Campbell had a hard right hook. His chin was still tender.