A black coffee and a sweet hot chocolate
Tom was NOT about to have this discussion right now.
“Lestrange, just get me Potter, I DON’T CARE!!” Tom shouts into his phone, pressing ‘hand up’ quickly beofre hurling his phone across the room.
He had just been told that Potter was apparently ‘busy’. Of course his goons had thought of to book an appointment with the doctor to kidnap him. And of course they assumed the only way to get an appointment to begin with is to injure one of them. And of course Severus leapt up for the oppotunity to shoot Crabbe in the leg with a revolver. God he is surrounded by idiots.
“He said he has a free appointment time at 2pm tomorrow!” Lestrange texted to Tom.
2pm? He has to work around some doctor? He is Lord Voldemort! Make the doctor work around him!
“Just get him!” Tom texted back angrily, frowning at the autocorrect.
Bloody hell. This boy better be worth it.
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Harry spun around on his chair quickly. He picked at his nail before looking up at the looming shado blocking the sun from his face.
“May I help you?” Harry asked, putting on his best fake smile and folding his arms.
“Potter? Follow me quick!” The figure said, seizing Harry and hoisting him upwards off his chair.
“Malfoy? What the- Did you break into the staff office?” Harry asked, wobbling on his feet.
“Um yeah. I… uhh- I felt bad about how I treated you so I want to buy you a coffee to say thanks.” Draco muttered, pushing Harry towads the door.
“Well Drakey, didn’t know you swung that way, and I have to say that I am flattered, but your not really my type-” Harry started beofre being cut off.
“What!? No, I have standards, Potter!” Draco quickly said, his face flushed red.
“Don’t be embarrased, it’s understandable that you have a crush, I mean look at me-” Harry snorted, taking delight in Draco’s shocked and insulted face.
“Shut up! Gosh, stop talking!” Malfoy said, slapping a hand over Harry’s mouth before quickly looking around the office.
Harry snorted. He drew quiet and let Malfoy lead him out of the office. He debated licking Draco’s hand before sobering quickly. Being a doctor and all, he knew first hand how dangerous germs are, and he would rather not risk his health just to annoy Draco, however badly he wanted to do it. (And believe me, he was dying to)
Malfoy was thourghly disturbed at how easily Potter let him basically kidnap him from his workplace. If he knew it was this easy, he would have done it hours ago to avoid Lord Voldemort’s terrible yet baby like tantrum. Still annoyed at the fact he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, had to fork over $6.20 for Potter’s large sugary abomination of a hot chocolate, (WITH TREACLE TART?!?!!?!?!? Like who on planet EARTH eats treacle tart hot chocolate? Trust the Weasley’s Coffee cart to sell it though-)
Harry was live, laugh, loving life right now. He wasn’t at work, yet he was still being paid because he confidently forgot to sign out, he had a free treacle tart hot chocolate, the literal best thing he had ever had before, trust the Weasley’s to make something this sweet, delicious, and literally GENUIS! Bloody Draco ordered a large black coffee though, obviously black like his soul, who on earth drinks something that bitter and disgusting? No worries though, Harry of course being a kind sweet human being, will smuggle cream and a large fistful of sugra into his coffee (as well as his own hot chocolate) as soon as Draco looks away at his fancy new phone. Any second now. PERFECT! Draco was texting hurriedly on his phone, eyes narrowed in frustration, and his drink sat lonely in the middle of the table, he could easily just drop his hand over it, and…
“POTTER! Are you trying to poison me? Is that rat poison? POTTER!” Draco yelled, his face worried and panicked.
Harry looked down at himself. He was leaning across the table, hand over Draco’s drink. Well. This looks awfully terrible.
“No, I- I just wanted to add soem sugar to your black coffee-” Harry scrambled.
“What? You- What? Wait, can you just- Just- Um- I got to take this phone call-” Draco ran off outside, his hand holding his phone as it vibrates loudly.
Harry hummed and drank his drink as he patiently awaited Draco’s arrival back.
Draco walked in again after a few minutes, his face flushed and his eyes darting around.
“Terribly sorry, but, can you come with me?” He asked quickly, his normal composed and almost regal accent gone, his voice shaky.
“What?” Harry asked, confused at Malfoy’s anxious face.
“Now quickly, I need a favour- I have a- erm- friend, who needs an appointment urgently, but does not have the funds, can you visit him now? I can pay for your time,
Harry was silent. He was moved. Wow. Just when he thought his old school rival had no heart, he turned out to be a big manipulating softie, who brought hi a drink because he was worried for his little friend. Draco was sweet after all.
“Of course! What’s the address?” Harry asked, not looking at Draco yet could easily hear the loud sigh of relief that escaped from him.
“Oh no, don’t worry about that, I will take you right now.” Draco said.