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Part 2) Tea and coffee

"Oh, this is Orpheus." Draco smiled, his blond hair falling out of a navy beanie and into his grey eyes. The brunet looked at the friend group and nodded politely.

Draco had walked into the three broomsticks with a smile on his face and a boy by his side. He was late to meet his friends, which at this point was usual, and had brought someone.

Draco had spoken up when everyone gave unsure glances to the pair, "he's a seventh year."

He looked the part too. He was half a heads height taller than Draco, fairly muscled with warm beige Skin. His dark brown hair fell into loose curls that hung effortlessly perfect over his golden-brown eyes.

They awkwardly pulled out two barstools and sat down with the group.

"So Orpheus, Erm, where are your friends?" Hermione asked, trying not to sound rude.

"Oh, they couldn't come, they're still in the tower but I met Draco along the way here and he offered to let me join him."

Draco nervously looked towards the group. Regretting his decision slightly.

"Your a Ravenclaw?" Hermione continued, looking down at the blue house crest on his robes.

"Yeah, I am." Orpheus looked rather uncomfortable.

A pretty waitress with shining green eyeshadow strode towards them in obnoxiously loud high-heels.

"Can I get you anything?"

"A coffee for me, and a tea for him?" Orpheus pointed to Draco.

"He can take his own order." Harry bounced his knee, trying to hide his disbelief. "I'll have a water, thanks.

Hermione ordered a butter-beer, Ron chose a milkshake, a glass of champagne for Pansy and Blaise shook his head.

"Harry it's alright," Draco put his hand on the boys arm, "I wanted a tea anyway."

Harry had more than a suspicion Draco was lying. Draco had complained about the three broomsticks teas before. 'it's always too cold.' Harry could hear his voice echoing in his head; he would never tell the waiter or waitress though, he'd just grin and drink Harrys drink. Draco usually ordered a butter-beer along with him and Hermione anyway.

Harry let it go and looked closely at the blond, "are you ever going to take that jumper off?"

Draco looked down at the knit jumper he was wearing and blushed faintly, a pink tint painting its way across his cheeks. "Probably not, no"

Orpheus glanced at the two before running a finger over the faded wool. "It's quite soft isn't it."

"Mmhm." Draco smiled, "that's why it's my favourite."

"Where'd you get it?" The brunet questioned grabbing his coffee and Draco's tea from the waitresses tray.

"Harry." Draco nudged the raven haired boy with his shoulder.

Orpheus wasn't laughing but feigned a smile, "that's nice. Vintage look to it." He spoke into his coffee.

Harry scowled and took Draco's tea to cast a heating charm before passing it back.

Draco's brushed off the vintage comment and grew a happy little smile on his face, Harry loved that smile, it never failed to make him feel comfortable.

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The seven walked through many shops and cafés, browsing around and buying whatever they felt like. Pansy and Hermione had bought matching bracelets and a small mountain of books; Pansy had gotten Hermione interested in romance books while Pansy couldn't imagine reading any other genre.