_____________________________<br/><br/>Somehow, time had gotten away from Harry that afternoon, and before he knew of it, he was running late for coffee with Draco. As a habit, Harry had suggested a place in down town Muggle London, which in retrospect meant that he didn't have any way to get there quickly by magic - which as a consequence ment that Harry would be an additional 15 minutes late.<br/>By the time Harry had dropped Teddy off at the Ministry (Hermione had offered to look after him for the day, not asking any questions about Harry's plans) and he had parked Sirius's motorcycle, his watch told him to be almost 40 minutes late. Entering the coffee shop at the 46-minutes-late-mark, Harry felt his heart sink when he didn't spot the recognisable white hair among the crowd. Awkwardly standing in the entrance, Harry glanced at his wrist watch for the twentieth time this last hour. It was, in fact, 16:48, and at this point Harry didn't have any expectations that Draco would be an hour late too.<br/>Annoyed with his own tardiness and seeming lack of order in his life, Harry's throat went dry and for once having the afternoon away from Teddy, he eventually went to the counter to order<span style="font-style: italic">something.</span>