Drarry Oneshots 2

The Blonde that Works at the Coffee Shop

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: Harry had longed for the blonde that works at the coffee shop down the street long enough- he's finally taking charge of his own feelings.

Author: Maddiii (on ao3)

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It wasn't the first time Harry had taken a notice to the blonde man that took his order at his local coffee shop everyday, definitely not. He had noticed the beautiful man the first time he took his order. And it's not the like they weren't acquaintances, they were, ones that were even on a first-name basis. But, Harry may have wanted more. In fact, he craved more, he was longing for a relationship with the sweet man. Perhaps, it was his dream.

Harry wasn't sure if he could even take it anymore, only seeing the man at the coffee shop once every other day. Only having the simple customer-worker conversation. It wasn't enough.
And Harry was sure that blonde wasn't like the rest. He wasn't like all the other people he's helplessly fallen in love with.

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"Hi, Harry, can I help you today? The regular?" the blonde smiles sweetly at him, allowing for Harry to take in the beautiful sight before him.
"That'll be great, thanks, Draco." Harry smiles back.

The coffee shop was never really packed, in fact, it was usually only ever Harry and Draco. Although, in all fairness, it was pretty hidden on the end of town, quiete small too for a shop. The only way Harry even found out about it was from Ron, his long-term friend.

While he's waiting for Draco to prepare his coffee, he feels a vibration from his phone.

Ron-
Hey man, Hermoines dragging me out tonight for a dinner and she wants you to come too, she said you should bring a date too, if you're into that kind of thing.

It's at Sonny's Steakhouse at 8

Maybe he could ask Draco? It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? He quickly texts back to Ron letting him know he'd be there, hopefully with a date.
Watching Draco finish the coffee, maybe the man was gay. Not that straight men couldn't be beautiful and well-kept, rather he didn't know if he could see the man with anyone of the opposite gender. He shouldn't skip to assumptions, of course, but it calms his nerves thinking he could have more of a chance with his love-interest than he thought.

"Here, your coffee. Sorry it took a bit the machines a bit broken." Draco says, placing the cup on the counter with a sigh.
"That's okay," he says taking a small sip, still standing afront the counter.
"Can I help you with anything else?" the blonde raises an eyebrow, questioning his presence, people usually wanted coffee and no chit-chat, as soon as they got it they'd be running out the door.
"Oh, yes, I was wondering when you were getting off work today."
"I get off at 6, why?" he answers, curiosity still struken to his face.
"Well," he thinks for a moment, should he really do this? "my friends and I were going to go out to Sonny's Steakhouse later, but they're dating and stuff so they said I should bring a date. Do you want to be my date?"
"A date? With me?" Draco pipes up, stiffening his posture.
"It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be. We could go as friends?"
"No, a date sounds nice." he smiles cheekily at Harry, and Harry can't help but to burst into happiness from the cuteness before him.
"Great, let me give you my number, I'll pick you up just give me the information." he tells the blonde.

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Harry had nothing to wear. Nothing. Well, he had a few dozens of shirts and pants, but they weren't good enough. Not at all. This was a date with Draco, he couldn't pick him up looking like he had just rolled out of bed- he of course didn't want to look like a try-hard either.
After about an hour he decided on an average pair of blue jeans and a nice, fitted red shirt that hugged his muscles nicely. Rushing out the door he flattened out his hair- or at least tried to.
Giving himself a pep-talk, he stand at Draco's front door, stilled. He can do this. He can do this. Draco agreed to this for a reason. He finally allowed himself to ring the doorbell.
Draco answered it not too long after, and Harry realized he's never seen the man out of his work attire, but he's sure he doesn't hate it. Draco was wearing a white dress shirt that was rolled up to his elbows paired with black jeans that showed off his arse greatly if Harry did say so himself, but he tried not to stare as he opened the door to the car for Draco to get in.