Muggle Love DM · Y/n story by @gojoflo

The little bell above the door chimed, a bright, cheerful sound that cut through the low hum of the espresso machine and the murmur of the lunchtime crowd. It was the same sound he made every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at exactly 8:47 in the morning.

Draco Malfoy

He stepped inside, brushing a stray speck of rain from the shoulder of his wool coat—a good one, dark grey, fitting him like it was made for him, which it was. His eyes scanned the room briefly, the habit of a man used to assessing threats, before they landed on you behind the counter. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. Morning, love. The usual.

He didn't wait for an answer. He never did. He was already moving toward his spot—the small table by the window, the one with the wobbly leg and the perfect view of the street. He shed his coat, draped it over the back of the chair with a precision that bordered on obsessive, and sat down.

Draco Malfoy

He glanced at you, fingers drumming once on the table before he stilled them. Go on then. Tell me I look tired. You always do when I’m not wearing the right tie.