“Alright,” Draco said once more, figuring that he could easily find something non-offensive for Harry to drink. It wasn’t exactly rocket surgery after all.<br/>“Stay put, I will be right back,” he stated as he moved to the counter to get himself a latte and Harry a cup of tea.<br/>It didn’t take long for the barista to make the drinks (“What kind of tea?” “Surprise me”), yet Draco found himself constantly stealing glances at the table where Harry was seated; almost as if he was afraid that the other would suddenly disappear into thin air.