Draco Malfoy walks in to Harry Potter’s coffee shop, arches his eyebrow, and demands a mocha, with an extra shot of chocolate if you please.
Harry smirks to himself at the man’s entitlement, but keeps his opinions to himself as he makes it.
When Draco tries the drink, he scrunches up his nose and demands Harry remake it at once, because this one definitely tastes of nothing but coffee.
Normally Harry would be put off, but Draco is really beautiful and posh but he clearly has the taste palate of a five-year-old, and how cute is that? Anyway, things have been really boring lately.
So Harry makes it again. And then again when Draco still can’t stand to drink it. And then again. And again, adding another shot of chocolate each time.
Until he’s adding almost as much chocolate syrup as he is milk, and there is no way anyone could taste the coffee through that. So Harry spontaneously decides to leave the coffee out altogether, just to see what will happen.
And Draco tries his drink, which is not a mocha at all but just ridiculously chocolatey hot cocoa, and he licks his lips with the cutest little swipe of his tongue, sighs, and says “perfect.”
It’s all Harry can do not to laugh, but somehow he manages. Draco leaves, and Harry thinks that he should have asked for his number.
But luckily Draco is back the next day, with the same order. And the next day as well. And the next. And the one after that. And Harry gives him ridiculously chocolatey hot cocoa every time. And Draco seems to thaw a bit and his aura of entitlement somehow disappears when he starts going on and on about how perfect Harry’s mochas are, and how it’s the first acceptable one he’s found, and how can that be? Doesn’t anyone else know how to make a proper mocha in this city? You’re lucky I gave you multiple chances.
Eventually Harry starts taking special care to make heart patterns in Draco’s mochas (hot cocoas), even though he knows it’s a bit silly. Draco always stares at them before he starts drinking, but he never comments.
One day Harry even gets up the guts to drizzle his number on the drink in chocolate sauce. But he loses his nerve at the last minute and covers it up with a lid, even though he usually leaves them off when he hands the drinks over.
That night, he gets a call from a number he doesn’t recognize, and of course it’s Draco.
“You looked under the lid?” Harry’s honestly surprised.
“Yes. I wanted to see if you... I mean. You always make really nice latte art, so...” Harry can't believe anyone can be so endearing. “You should have just asked me to my face, you know.” So endearing and yet at the same time such a prick.
“Do you want to come over to my place for hot cocoa?” Harry asks.
“Please. Hot cocoa is for children,” Draco scoffs, and Harry desperately wants to laugh but he also desperately doesn’t want to ruin his shot with this adorable man. “Meet me at your cafe and make me a proper mocha instead?”
Harry grins. “Alright. I’ll make you as many mochas as you want.”
“I might want a quite a few,” Draco responds almost shyly.
And it is, and Harry keeps making Draco mochas for a very long time.
(for @bixgirl1, who essentially came up with the idea of Draco doing this at a coffeeshop and then generously allowed me to steal it)
