fluff, cause someone people wanted fluff and i'm in the mood for fluff writing and muggle!au again, sugar daddy, sugar baby, 20 years age difference, 18 years old harry and 38 years old draco
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"One large cup of black coffee with 1 teaspoon of sugar and 1 teaspoon of cream to go, please," someone said from the counter with a posh accent. "Coming right up, sir!" Harry chimed from where he was cleaning the coffee maker. He turned around to smile at the customer before freezing in place.
Holy shit, Harry thought, eyes wide. Who the ever-loving fuck allows you to be that good looking in a fucking suit, sir?
He then noticed the smirk on the elder male's face and he quickly snapped out of his thoughts. He looked somewhere around 30 to 40, Harry mused. "U-Uh," his cheeks flushed bright red as he quickly made his coffee, punching in the order with trembling hands.
"T-That'll be £2, s-sir," he said. The blond male handed him the money and took the coffee, smirk still intact.
"Thank you, cutie. Call me Draco. Only use 'sir' when we're in bed," he winked before he walked away, leaving a very flustered Harry behind. He fumbled around with his heart beating rapidly.
"Harry?"
The said male yelped and dropped the towel he was using to clean the table, turning around to see Ron and Hermione looking at him with concerned looks. "Are you alright? We've been calling your name for 5 minutes," she blinked. "Should we go to the clinic?"
"No no!" Harry waved the concern looks away with a smile. "Don't worry. I'm fine. I was just... in my head a little bit."
"Well, it must be important if you didn't even notice us calling your name for 5 minutes straight," Ron raised an eyebrow as he sipped his smoothie lightly. Harry blushed bright red again and looked away shyly. "I just saw a hot guy in a suit. Ordered a black coffee with one teaspoon of sugar and cream. Tall, blond, grey eyes, pale skin. Posh accent. He was smirking at me, called me a cutie when he thanked me and told me to call him 'sir' only in bed because I called him 'sir' earlier. Dreamy."
Ron choked on his smoothie, eyes bulging. "Dreamy? Blimey, Mione. Did I just hear Harry said this guy is dreamy? I don't think I ever heard Harry refer anyone as dreamy before. Seemed like he had a good impression on you."
Hermione looked pensive for a moment before gasping. "If he goes by the name of Draco Malfoy, I'm gonna hit you."
"He did say to call him 'Draco'-"
"Harry, that man you just met is the Draco Malfoy. He's filthy rich and his family owns Malfoy Corp which is the biggest company in England!" Hermione said. "He's a rude person to the public though, according to the media. Typical rich people. Not to mention, isn't he a little too old for you? He's 38, Harry. You're only 18."
"He didn't seem rude to me. Cheeky, maybe but not rude," Harry said in confusion. "Maybe he's a nice person behind the camera, Mione. Who knows?"
"That's what an in-love person would say, Harry," Ron shook his head.
Harry puffed his cheeks and went back to work, ignoring his best friends.
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"Hello, cutie. The same order please," Draco came with a black button-up and black slacks that almost made Harry dropped his coffee cup. He rushed to do the order again that he memorised by heart before taking the money. "Keep the change, baby. I don't mind. Thank you for the coffee. It's just as delicious as the owner but I wouldn't know that until I taste you now, would I?" Draco chuckled deeply, smirking when Harry stared at him, blinking profusely.
