"Guys, what are you getting, I can't narrow it down to any one thing." whined of my best friends, Pansy Parkinson, flipping through the menu.

"Well, I'm probably going to be getting pancakes. With cheese and strawberries. They're my favorite." replied, another one of my best friends, Luna Lovegood, replied in a dreamy voice, staring off into the distance, chin in hands.

"I was just going to get a garden salad." added Hermione Granger, legs crossed, probably examining the ingredients in said salad "Luna, are you sure this place serves breakfast all day?" she asked, and looked at said girl.

"Yeah they do, it says on the second page of the menu. I think I'm gonna get an omelet, actually." Ginny Weasley replied for the girl, manspreading.

"You, Draco?" Pansy probed, looking at me.

"I dunno, maybe a burger?" I replied slightly distracted, as I was, still looking at the menu.

It gets kind of weird hanging out with a group of girls every once in awhile, but well, being as gay as I am, it wasn't too awkward too often, but I do want someone to have my romantic endeavors with, as the girls were always talking about. Me being me, though, I hadn't had luck and was sti-

"Hi, I'm Harry, and I'm going to be your server today! What can I get you guys to drink?"

Rolling my eyes, I turned my head to see what person had interrupted my thought process and-

Oh my god.

He was gorgeous.

He had, well, Harry had, I guess, a tall, lean figure, with tanned, clear skin. He had messy black hair, that looked like a piece of fucking artwork that had taken forever to get like that, and even though he had really dorky glasses on, the real treasure were the eyes hidden beneath the glasses, which were bright, and jade green, one of my favorite colors.

I looked around at my tablemates and friends, and apparently I wasn't the only one who thought that. Pansy was twirling her hair, Luna no longer was staring off into the distance, but rather straight at Harry, Hermione was staring straight at the menu, blushing furiously, and Ginny was sitting up straight, smirking.

All of these were extremely odd for each of them, but I had seen them all like this before too many times to know what they were thinking.

They were thinking the same things I was thinking.

Damn it! No, he was mine!

Where had that possessive thought come from?

"Ahem?" Harry cleared his throat, and he was a little pink. Fuck, that was adorable. I was the first to recover.

"Coffee, black." I replied, with as much calm, nonchalance as I could muster, and my voice seemed to snap the girls out of their daze and they each gave him their order. As he walked away, Luna, the least abashed about, well, anything, started, extremely civilly

"Well, I'd bed him."

"Luna!" Hermione whispered fiercely, no longer blushing. That was good. The tomato-red blush had not looked good on her. Then again, I couldn't say anything. Did I mention how gay I was?

"Oh come on, Loony's got a point." Pansy said. We were the only ones that could call Luna that without one of us biting their throats out.

"Yes, but you don't have to put it so, crudely." Hermione replied, disapprovingly. Yeah, she was the mom of the group.

"Yeah guys, don't describe Harry like that. Anyways, I'm going to be the one to get his number." Ginny said, and Pansy and Hermione looked at her, shocked. Luna looked vaguely interested, so basically she was as appalled as the others.

"Not the way you go about it." Hermione said, quirking an eyebrow "He seems like the type of guy that would be startled by being too straightforward." Ginny snorted

"Yeah, like you would know, 'Mione."

Hermione just rolled her eyes. I guess now would be the right time to give them my input.

"You girls never know, what if he's gay?" I said, what would have been disinterestedly to anybody who hadn't known me like these girls had. They looked even more shocked then when Luna had made her lewd comment.

"God, Draco, not you too! It's bad enough with all the other girls fighting for my guy!" Pansy exclaimed

At this point, Harry returned with our drinks and as he handed mine to me last, our hands connected, and I swear, there was something electric.

Oh crap.

I dropped the glass, and it landed on the floor and shattered, splattering hot coffee everywhere. We both looked down and looked up at the same time, and it was so easy to see the emotions going through his jade eyes. Fuck, I'm not supposed to be thinking those things at a time like this.

"I'm so sorry, that was all my fault-" we both started, and it took me the entire length of that to realize I was saying the same thing as him. We looked at each other, confused. It was all my fault, why was he apologizing?

"I'll get a mop and a broo- Why are you standing up?" He asked, as I did exactly that

"I'm going to help you obviously" I replied, crossing my arms.

"Ummm, no, you're not, you are going to sit down and let the person that dropped the glass handle this." He answered crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"Oh I am? Ok good, I was the one that dropped the glass anyways." I replied smirking and then I asked "So where do you keep the cleaning supplies?" I looked around and spotted a supply closet and started walking towards it.

"Sir, you can't go in there, you'l-"

"It's Draco." I called over my shoulder "And I will, watch." I put my hand on the handle and pulled down. It was locked. Damn me and my terrible luck.

"You were saying, Draco?" He replied smirking. Ugh, the infuriating handsome git. "If you are soooo insistent on helping," he started, rolling his eyes "then you can help me, but you're not doing all of it." He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it, he pulled out a mop and bucket and broom, and we walked back to my table, broom in my hand, mop and bucket in his.
After we had finally gotten that all cleaned up, he finally got to take our order, and the girls still thought it'd be a good idea to flirt with him. It was repulsing to watch, and as much as I loved them, they were being very irritating right now. Couldn't they see that he was mine? Apparently not, as they continued the onslaught of suggestive looks, light tones, and fluttering eyelashes.

Infuriating, I tell you.

As I ordered, I asked Harry something I don't think I had ever asked a waiter or waitress before "What's your favorite thing here? I'm not looking for a suggestion, I just want to know." I knew I appeared casual. I cared too much about what other people thought to not know what I looked like at any given moment. Harry looked perplexed for a moment, before smiling and answering "The pumpkin pie here is amazing!" He said looking off into space. Then he licked his lips.

Oh fuck.

I shouldn't have noticed that.

I'm fucked.

"Wait, you like pumpkin pie?" I said, after that brief moment of losing my senses. I hate anything pumpkin flavored.

"You don't?" He said, feigning shock for a minute before smirking.

"I prefer a warm apple pie personally…." I said trailing off, nothing else really to say.

"Weirdo." He said, still smirking

"Psycho." I replied, shooting him a grin.

"Be careful, I just might spit in your food." He said chuckling.

"I thought only cooks did that." I replied, doing the best not to snicker myself.

"Usually, but if there's a customer we especially don't like, like you, we'll do it too." He was now full out smiling, and it was again, too fucking adorable. I want to kiss it off of him.

I really needed to stop thinking those kinds of things.

I put in my order, and before he left, he said

"Oh, and don't worry, I'll get you another coffee." Then, he did the worst possible thing for me at that moment. He winked. That's it. I'm going to die. He'll be the death of me.

"Draco." Pansy said, as soon as he was out of earshot

"What?" I replied, still in the haze that was Harry.

"What. The Hell. Was that?" All of the girls at this moment, looked jealous, insecure and hostile. Like they wanted to cry and yell at me all at once. Even Luna. I was right, I was going to die, but it wasn't going to be because of Harry.

"I didn't do anything!" I exclaimed, throwing up my hands. "It was all him!" Even I knew I was lying by this point, though.

"Oh shut up. Really? You're gonna act like you didn't just do that to prove a point? God, now we all know we have no chance!" Ginny exclaimed

"Ok first of all, what did I do to prove a point? Secondly, how do you know you have no chance now?" I asked, but I have to admit, I did know the answer to both of those questions.

"Oh yeah, because all of that flirting was accidental." Hermione said, scathingly and sarcastically.

"Well, I mean no, but it wasn't just to prove a point..." I trailed off

"You know what, whatever you can have him. It's not like you get any action anyways." Ginny snarled

I sneered right back, how dare she say something like that? She's an evil girl who's not afraid to take a shot below the belt, apparently. Worse than I thought she would say, but I knew she was mad, so I didn't sneer any comments that would have deprived her of her will to live. We all sat in silence for a while, until Harry brought our food, and our conversation started back up again, and we were laughing along with each other in no time at all. When it came time for the check, we split it three ways, much to Harry's dismay.

"It's you two" Harry started, pointing at Hermione and Pansy "you two" pointing at Luna and Ginny "and you. All alone." he said smirking at me.

I glared right back and answered for the group

"Yes, you are correct, but will you make it back to the register in time before it all slips out of your brain. Which, I must admit, does not seem like it can retain any information for that long." At this point, the glaring and smirking switched and we continued staring at each other.

I think I'm going to melt. Is that even possible? Because it sure felt like it. Or at least it did, until Harry abruptly started walking away.

"Trouble in paradise?" Ginny started and I pried my eyes away from the spot he last stood.

I sneered, and at this point, I did feel like saying something to tear down her will to live.

"God Ginny, we get it, you're horny, but you don't have to snap at me because you aren't getting a good fuck every once in awhile."

Ginny looked like she had just gotten slapped. Good. That's what I was going for. She crossed her arms and refused to look at me. Then, Harry came back with the checks, and all four of them paid and left quickly. They had all taken Ginny's side in the argument, as they were mad they hadn't gotten Harry's as well. I was walking out the door, when all of a sudden, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around, and was surprised by Harry, carrying a white to-go box. He smiled shyly at me and put it in my hands.

"It's umm… apple pie..." He started blushing, and I felt my face heat up as well. I started to pull out my wallet when he put up his hand. "No, no, it's on me..." he was staring at the ground like it was the most interesting thing.

"What, no I mus-" I started but he cut me off

"Draco, don't argue, just go ok?" He said, smirking like he knew something.

"I- ok." For once in my life I guess, I should listen to someone. I started to walk to the door, and I have one foot out of the building, when a familiar voice calls

"Oh, and Draco?"

"Huh?" I replied. God, I'm just soo witty aren't I?

"Check the inside of the box." He winked and waved, and I walked out the door.

I waited until I got home to do that, but when I did, I was not disappointed for two reasons:

One, there was a delicious, warm apple pie in there.

Two, there was a messily scrawled phone number in sharpie on the inside of the lid.

Fuck yeah.