Drarry One Shots

Saved - An alternate AU

Quick warning for sexual implications, nothing too bad I don't think, but proceed with caution.

Draco's POV

In the hazy afternoon light of a normally quiet Sunday, sat in the corner of a coffee shop, is truly the last place I'd expect to see creeps trying to hit on people. Here we are, though. A man of lean build is leaning precariously over the counter, obviously not realising how, well, ridiculous he looked. I believe he was trying to look attractive. In the position he was currently in, he looked like a thirsty dog trying to reach a water bowl that's just past a blockade. 

I'm sure the man behind the counter noticed too, Harry Potter, is his name, if I recall correctly. For some context; I used to work here, but now that I've been roped into my father's - admittedly unsavoury - business, I simply try and stay a regular. Potter over there joined shortly after I did, I'd never really talked to him properly but there had always been some level of rivalry, being the new workers and all that. As far as I'm aware, he started working here to get away from the business of the rest of the world.

Anyway, Potter's admirer was about to fall face first onto the countertop, I pray he doesn't lean any further forward. I'd feel sorry for the man if it weren't for the horrid things he's told Potter he wants to do to him. Honestly. There are other people in this cafe.

The man behind the counter, on the other hand, looks fed up. If not, mildly disgusted. You can see the annoyed resignation in every movement of his body, even as he cleans his glasses off. It's unfortunate, there isn't anyone else lining up for anything currently. That was usually a good way to shake these kinds of people. 

Turning back to the worn book in my hand, I've elected to try ignore the happenings of Potter and his admirer. That is, until I see Potter try to step out from behind the counter. Bad move, that was.

The lean man was easily tall enough to loom over Potter's smaller figure. Right, since no one else will, guess I'll step in.

When I near the counter, I can hear the man trying to sounds attractive while he moves closer to Harry. 

"C'mon love, it'd only take about half 'n hour out of your shift," I watched in disgust as the man moved forward until Harry was pushed into a wall, "We could go out back for a little, and then, if you're up for it, go again once you've finished."

I watched Harry try to wiggle his way from the man's hold of him, "Pardon me, sir, but I'm afraid I have already stated that 1. I don't want to and 2. you're a very unappealing person. If you'd please excuse me," He tried once more, unsuccessfully, to worm away from his creep.

"Playin' hard to get are we? You're just throwing around excuses now~" 

Right. He was too close about 2 minutes ago but I guess this is a good point to stop him. 

I clear my throat and tap him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir?" I step back as the man spins around,

"What'd you want? Can't ya see I'm busy?"

"With what, precisely? It looks something similar to harassment, if I'm not wrong."

"Nothin' of the sort. My lover and I were just.. discussing some things. So if you don' mind"

I could hear the indignant cry from behind the man's shoulder as Harry stepped clear of the wall and moved over to my side. He was practically throwing daggers at this man through his glasses, looking just about ready to throw punches. 

"Looks like you're 'lover' isn't in the mood."

"I'd like it to be known, I am not his lover!" 

I nod at him easily and watch as the taller man begins to sputter, face flushing with what I could only presume is a mixture of anger and embarrassment. While the other man's is busy trying to decide if his face should stay bright red or drain to something more pale, I turn to Harry. 

"Nice to see you again," I hold out my hand, and he promptly takes it with an amused grin

"Likewise. Shame it was under these.. circumstances," He inclines his head to the sputtering man nearby

"Say, sorry if this is out of no-where, but how would you feel about going out sometime?"

I felt an amused smile of my own threatening to show when Harry's creeper promptly stops his sputtering, facing me with a glare an an angry shout about 'what belongs to him' or similar. 

"That sounds delightful, Malfoy."

"Call me Draco." 

"Will do." 

We both broke down into hysterics when the taller man resumed his sputtering, only much louder and with much more extravagant hand gestures.

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