Hate The Noise, Love The Display (And Maybe You, Too)
"How many jobs d' ya have- y'know what, donnae answer tha' because Ah feel like everytime Ah ask, ya ge' a new one." Fred said, rubbing his temples and trying to fend off a recurring headache.
"I don't work here." Draco began, trying not to smile and miserably failing. "I just pick up a few shifts when others can't fill in. "
"Yeah, bu' you work too much." Anya unhelpfully supplied.
"I do not!" Draco shot back; apparently Anya hit a nerve.
"You work t'ree jobs at nineteen, Dad said that's not normal." Akemi explained.
Draco let out an exhasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Two jobs, Akemi. And it's normal to work when you get older. Now, what does everyone want to drink."
"Do you guys have-" Hermione began to question, but was quickly cut off by the twin screams of little girls.
"Horchata!" They yelled into the small pub.
"No," Draco began, "Niether of you are getting horchata, it has too much sugar and we're going shopping after this and I don't want CPS on Mum and Dad's case again because you like to run around the store screaming profanities when you get a sugar high- and don't cut people off when they're talking, it's rude." He said, not even looking up from what he was scribbling on the note pad.
"You're rude." Anya shot back.
"Yeah..." Akemi agreed.
"Never said I was nice. Granger, what were you asking?" He questioned with a kind smile.
"Oh, u-um..." She stuttered. "Do you have aqua frescas?"
"Yep, we have pineapple, cucumber, strawberry, lemon, lime, coconut, watermelon, and orange."
"Ron and I will have two strawberry aqua frescas, then." Hermione settled on after a minute of contemplation.
Draco quickly scribbles it down before turning to Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley. "What would you two like to drink?" He asked kindly.
"Uh, were not sure yet-" Molly began, but was cut off by her husband.
"D' ya 'ave sof' drinks?" He asked excitedly.
"Yes, sir." Draco responded.
"Okay, we'll take one sample o' each." Mr. Weasley said confidently.
"A-are you sure?" Draco asked nervously.
"Very. Ginny, Harry, your turn."
"Do you have Coca-cola?" Harry asked, bright green eyes meeting Draco's sight line like a beacon.
"Mhm." Draco responded, not trusting his mouth to not say anything.
"We'll have two of those then." Ginny finished for her boyfriend; they were a cute couple like that.
"George, Fred- what about you?" The blonde asked as he turned to them.
The twins shared an evil glance at each other before turning to Draco and announcing unanimously, "We'll take two horchatas, please."
The girls gasped in shock as if they had been stabbed.
"How come they get horchatas-" Akemi started.
"-And we don't?!" Anya finished.
Draco wrote down the Weasley twins' order and turned to his sisters with an exhasperated expression. "We've been over this," He began. "You'll get all hyper and I don't want to deal with i-....." Right as he was in the middle of a sentence, a grin vile enough to challenge the Grinch's overtook his face, it honestly scared Fred a little bit. "-Nevermind, four horchatas coming up. "
"Uh oh." A fellow server called out. He was a tall man, light tan skin, nice jawline with a bit of stubble. Maybe in his mid to late 30's, a bit of grey peppering his hair and lack of real facial hair. "I know that face," He turned to the man behind the bar. "Carlos, better call bomb squas again!"
This earned more than a few cackles throughout the pub, obvious they were all in on the inside joke at Draco's expense.
He just glared at the mystery waiter making his way towards them. "Piss off, Eddie, that was one time."
"Sorry?!" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time while the Weasley's watched on in confusion, oblivious to the muggle world and it's forms of law enforcement.
"Micheal Baker is still in rehab, Draco." The man apparently called Eddie responded while looking fondly at Draco in a way that made Fred's stomach roll in anger and slight jealousy.
"Huh?!" Hermione questioned at a loss for words.
Draco just sighed exhasperatedly and started to explain while glaring at Eddie.
"It was when I was 16. I was screwing around with gunpowder- don't ask why, you really don't want to know, unless you want me to get more worked up than I am now- and decided to make a set of fireworks because I was bored. I may have - accidently - messed with the formula to make it extra colorful, and you know, more... close to Earth when it exploded, but it ended up being bigger than I calculated-"
The man interrupted him halfway through his story, "-And he made a poor guy named Michael Baker light the fireworks, knowing that they could be dangerous with the formula he used-"
Draco interrupted his interruption, "I gave him a time limit and a speed he needed to reach. Your telling me that varsity cross country champion asshole couldn't run 152.4 meters in 30 seconds? "
"If your so gifted physically and mentally, why didn't you do it? Last time I checked you were faster than him." The man shot back, he was really getting on Fred's nerves.
"I wanted to but he volunteered and wouldn't be persuaded otherwise do to pettiness." He turned to look at the horrified family watching the back and forth between him and his coworker. "Morale of the story, don't let an American light fireworks. Always a bad idea."
Silence filled the room at the confessions of one Draco Malfoy, before his red headed fiancé spoke up.
"Ya like fireworks, love?" He asked, smiling like a lovesick fool.
It was no secret that Fred Weasley was the king of all things fireworks or mildly explode-y. So, the thought of the love of his life being interested in the same topic that he has practically obsessed over sinse a wee lad is more than a little exciting.
"Yeah." Draco answered, turning to him with a smile full of adoration. "Hate the noise, love the display."
Fred smiled widely at that as hearts practically appeared in his eyes.
"Brilliant." He responded dreamily.