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𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹.𝟷𝚔
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶
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As they finished up their meals, Harry started feeling the slightest bit worried for what was to come. Malfoy had spoken a bit about what Muggle university was like and how he had made a few friends of both the magical and nonmagical sort.

He had told Harry about how people had come from all over the world to learn from the same professors that he was learning from. The way he spoke of it - with such wonder and elation -  was oddly charming and humorous. Harry was having a hard time taking Malfoy serious with the twinkle that was dancing about his argent eyes. He looked like a happy child while he spoke of different behavioral glitches and the project that he was working on that had to do with them.

After they completely finished their food, Harry had to take a moment to remember exactly why he was out with Malfoy. Conversation had come so naturally with the blond that he had forgotten that this wasn't just a time to spend in each other's company. It was technically a therapy session.

Harry began nervously. "I think I need to head to my meeting soon."

Malfoy didn't respond. He, instead stood and put on his cloak.

Harry assumed that that meant it was his time to do the same thing, and he stood as well. He grabbed his jacket off of the seat and put it on, watching as Malfoy checked his muggle wristwatch.

Malfoy simply walked away, venturing towards the front of the bistro. He stopped at the counter to talk to Blake. Harry sighed internally, knowing that he should have been leaving. He looked down at the table to make sure that none of his things had been left behind. His wand was sitting on the table.

Harry pocketed it and took a deep breath. He followed Malfoy to the front of the bistro and stood to the blond's side mostly, but a bit further behind. He gave Blake a small wave and it was returned.

Malfoy noticed Harry while he was still talking, and gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, I don't know about a dessert menu," Blake was saying, fiddling with a few pens in their hands. "Pans is in charge of that one. I don't see a need, but she's been talking about it for a while."

Malfoy inputted his opinion. "I think it'd be a nice idea. It would really open up a bigger market for you, especially if you partner with local shops or big companies."

"What types of dessert would you even suggest?"

"Tarts," Harry said immediately with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Of course you would want tarts," he remarked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry genuinely thought that tarts were something from heaven. He especially loved treacle tarts; they had the perfect amount of sweetness - a lot - that tickled his fancy in just the right way.

"You hardly ate any other dessert at Hogwarts."

"And how would you know that?"

"The Gryffindors liked to complain about the shortages you caused."

"It magically replenished itself."

"And yet there were still complaints."

Harry laughed and shook his head as if to be admiring Malfoy's ability to counter back with sarcasm and style. "Touché."

Blake looked between the two of them for a moment and then nodded to themself, writing 'tarts' down in a big blocky handwriting onto a scrap of paper which they shoved into their pocket. "I'm assuming that tarts are good, then?"