Draco taps his foot impatiently. There is nothing he hates more than waiting. As a child, he rarely had to wait for anything, but now that he lived in the Muggle world, waiting seemed to come with the package deal.
Finally, finally, the lady in front of him steps away and Draco walks forward, looks up and freezes.
Harry James Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, Gryffindor Golden Boy, Boy Who Lived (Twice), is standing behind the counter, counting the money and pushing it into the little slots that hold it.
"Hi, welcome to Starbucks. What will-" Harry finally looks up, and his words fade away as he sees who he's talking to.
He's taller- how the fuck did he get even taller?- and his previously insane black hair has settled slightly into a mess of adorable curls. His green eyes are alight with surprise, pink lips open in surprise. His shoulders are broader now than they were in school- holy shit, hello muscles- and his jawline could cut Draco.
"Harry," Draco says breathlessly, and silently curses himself for letting Harry's given name cross his lips after seven years of "Potter" and five more years of distance.
Harry's eyes grow even wider at his given name. "Draco," he whispers back. "Hello, Draco."
Draco clears his throat, snapping himself out of it. "I'll have a grande mango dragonfruit refresher, please."
Harry blinks. "Of course. Will that be all?"
"Yes."
"And what is your name?"
Draco laughs. "Don't be stupid."
Harry blushes, and scowls. "That will be $3.50."
Draco hands him exact change, and steps to the side to wait for his drink.
He watches a few more people in line come up and order their drinks. His eyes, however, continue to return to Harry each time.
Damn, he had gotten even hotter.
A man walks up to the counter with an easy smile that Draco immediately hates.
"Hi, welcome to Starbucks. What will you be having today?" Harry asks sweetly, just like he has with every other customer.
"You, hopefully," the man replies, as if he had practiced it.
Harry pauses. The elderly lady behind him in line sighs irritably. Draco decides he likes her immediately.
"I'm sorry, what drink will you be having today?" Harry restates after a pause.
"C'mon, you didn't even answer me! Can I have you?" the man asks.
Draco wrinkles his nose. 'Can I have you?' Harry's not an object. You can't just own him.
Harry rakes his hands through his hair in a way that is far too hot. "I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a date. What can I-"
"Who said anything about a date? I'm single and hot, you're single and hot... Let's do whatever we think is fun."
Draco feels like throwing up. The little old lady behind the man looks ready to hit him with her red handbag.
"Actually, I'm not single," Harry says desperately.
The man pauses. Draco raises an eyebrow at the blatant lie.
One of the ladies behind the counter hands Harry a drink. He holds up a "one moment" finger to the man, and reads the name off of it. "Draco!"
In an instant, Draco makes up his mind. He pushes himself off of the wall he had been leaning against, and walks forward, grabbing his drink from Harry and flashing him the sweetest smile he can.
"Thank you, love. When did you say your lunch break was again? I was hoping we could head down to that little place by the water that you wanted to go to."
Harry looks briefly surprised, but realizes almost immediately what Draco is doing, and returns the smile, which almost blinds Draco with its beauty.
"In about fifteen minutes. Wanna stay here and wait? It'll give me a nice view."
Draco laughs a genuine laugh at this, before turning to the guy in line. "Oh, so sorry. I didn't see you there. Don't know how I missed you, that orange jacket it atrocious." He laughs softly, and kisses Harry's cheek to seal the lie. "See you in fifteen minutes." He walks away, and sits at a table fairly close to the counter.
Harry looks shocked at the kiss, but turns back to the man. "What can I get you?"
The man is gaping. "Fucking timewasters!" he shouts, storming off.
Harry blinks as the little old lady comes up.
"Should have decked him with my purse," she said. "A grande Americano, please."
"On the house. So sorry you had to wait," Harry says, smiling. "And your name?"
People continue to come and go, and Draco just continues to sit, drinking his drink. He doesn't know why he's staying. He doesn't care.
A girl walks up to the counter, and before she even opens her mouth, Draco has an idea of what's going to come out of it.
"Hi, welcome to Starbucks. What will you be having today?"
"Your number," she says confidently. Draco has to admire her confidence, but he also wants to hit her.
"Afraid not. What drink would you like today?"
She pauses, surprised at the dismissal. "Why not?"
"Because he's gay," Draco replies from his spot, before taking a sip of the last of his purple drink.
She whirls around, looking shocked. "What?"
Draco just raises an eyebrow without responding. She sighs and turns back to Harry, giving him a smile.
"Why not?" she repeats.
"Because he's taken," Draco responds again, grinning when she whips around this time.
"Shut up!" she hisses. She turns back around, not noticing Draco standing. "Why not?"
"Because he's mine," Draco hisses as he moves next to her, leaning against the counter. He holds out his cup to Harry. "Refill, darling?"
Harry rolls his eyes with a grin at Draco's blatant usage of their fake relationship to get a free drink. However, he still takes the cup and hands it to one of the girls, who starts to make a new drink.
By the time Draco turns back around, the girl is gone. Draco shrugs and returns to his spot.
After an hour of sitting and watching Harry's gorgeous smile and his flexing biceps as he worked machines and took orders, Draco had to save Harry from three more people attacking him with proposals of sleeping together, and he gets more irritated with every one.
Draco comes out of the bathroom, shaking his hands lightly to ensure they are completely dry, and stops walking when he sees the scene before him.
The only customer in line is currently leaning across the counter, fingers twisted in Harry's shirt, pulling the clearly uncomfortable man toward him.
Draco is fucking done with this. He marches forward and grabs the back of the guy's shirt, yanking him backwards.
"Yeah, I'm not doing this again," he says irritably, subtly using magic to allow him to drag the guy easier, and he pulls him out the door and shoves him outside.
"Don't come back," he says coldly, and shuts the door.
He turns around to see Harry's stunned expression.
"I see I'm not even allowed to leave you alone for five minutes," Draco sighs.
Harry breaks into a grin. "Maybe you should be my boyfriend for real, and then you'll never have to leave my side."
Draco pretends to consider this, as if he's not screaming yes internally. "Sounds logical. Idea accepted."
Harry breaks into an even brighter smile. "Really?"
Draco can't get rid of his own smile now. "Yeah, really."
Harry looks positively glowing with happiness.
"Can't wait to get more free drinks."
"You're not getting more free drinks," Harry replies teasingly.
"I'd like to leave this relationship. Immediately."
Harry just laughs.