Part Two
Draco was late. Again. It was the second time that month, and Megan (yes, that Megan that he was almost set up with once) would surely notice, and even more surely not let him forget about it for weeks to come. It wasn't that he didn't like Megan - she was fine, if he'd had coffee first, and if she wasn't trying to show him every single hedgehog video on her Instagram feed when he was trying to work. It was just that sometimes, he really just wanted to whack her over the head with his laptop - and he might have, too, if the thing weren't so damn expensive.
Anyway.
Draco was late again. It was almost seven, and he was waiting for the train on the platform, tapping his foot, and checking his watch. It was a little less crowded that day, and he could only thank the heavens for that. New books were set to come in, and so that meant more organizing and more cataloging and more hedgehog videos because he and Megan would probably be leaving late that night, and he did not want to have to deal with the pushing and the shoving and the accidental groping that came with crowded cars.
Draco let out a huff and leaned forward a little, looking into the tunnel to see if he could see the light of the train. He let out another huff when all he saw was darkness.
A moment later, he felt someone stand beside him (even though there was adequate room to stand quite a ways over, Draco noted).
"The train always comes at seven sharp. You don't need to worry; it'll be here."
It took Draco a good ten seconds to notice that the person speaking was actually speaking to him, making him blink before turning to the voice that came from his left. He blinked again, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushing when he recognized a pair of very bright, very green eyes.
He'd forgotten all about Green Eyes the moment he got off the metro that day, thinking that there was no way that the two could possibly ever be in the same vicinity ever again, let alone speak. He'd fallen in and out of love in the fifteen minutes it took for him to arrive at the doors of the library, as people fall in love with strangers tend to do.
Yet, there he was. Talking to Draco.
And Draco needed to respond.
He blinked (he was doing a lot of that, he should stop) and replied, "Oh, thank you. I usually take an earlier train, so I guess I'm just a little nervous."
The man put his hand in the pocket of the same hideous brown jacket and turned just the slightest bit toward Draco. "Understandable. You know, it's usually much more crowded at this time in the mornings. No space to even drop a pin."
Draco nodded in response before internally kicking himself for being an awkward goose, and then attempted to continue the conversation.
"Then I guess I picked the right day to be late, then," he said, giving Green Eyes a small smile.
Draco heard the train before he saw it, and his heart sank a little. Of all the days for the damn thing to be on time, it picked the one when he was actuallytalking to an attractive man. He sighed internally. His luck. The train lurched forward, slightly blowing Draco's coat in the process.
But to his surprise, when he walked into the car, Green Eyes was walking right behind him. Draco made his way to the other side of the space, standing closer to the seats this time, and leaned back comfortably against the wall. Green Eyes stood right beside him.
"I'm Harry," the man said, awkwardly, offering his hand to shake. Draco couldn't stop himself from smiling as he took his hand and shook it.
"Draco."
Harry's eyebrows shot up at that (a reaction Draco had gotten used to by the age of 9). "Draco? That's a curious name. Why’d your parents name you that?"
Draco laughed softly, "Would you believe me if I told you my parents were hippies?"
Harry scanned him from head to toe and then gave him a warm, slightly amused smile. Draco almost swooned. Even though Malfoys didn't swoon. Well - maybe Malfoys swooned sometimes. Like now.
"Not in the slightest."
"You'd be right. Actually, it's a sort of family tradition. It's been like that for generations. My father is named Lucius, and my grandfather was named Abraxas."
Harry chuckled, "That is only slightly better than hippies. You all must have a lot of fun in gift shops."
The joke was terrible. Absolutely terrible. Absolutely cheesy. A disgrace, really. Yet Draco still laughed much more genuinely than he should have.
"You have no idea."
Harry cleared his throat and looked at the ground as if he was contemplating something. Draco watched him lick his lips before opening his mouth to speak.
"Um... Maybe, if it won't make you late, I mean, maybe I could buy you some coffee?" He gave him a soft half-smile that Draco couldn’t help but find endearing, and his left hand pulled at his right shirt sleeve. Draco smiled at him - he'd have to cash in that favor that Megan owed him, but he was sure it would be worth it. He nodded his head in response.
"I have time."