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Grumbling to himself, Harry slowly opened the rolling metal window, and flipped the sign on the outside of the truck to ‘Open’. He hated mornings, but having the truck open before most of the local businesses allowed them to offer breakfast when nowhere else on the block did. Sometimes Draco would join him, just to keep him company, but usually his boyfriend preferred to sleep in.
So today it was just Harry, until his cousin would arrive to relieve him in the early afternoon. Not Dudley, no, that would be ridiculous. After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry had packed his bags, gotten a muggle-equivalent bank card from Gringotts, and dragged his boyfriend with him to America, where he had begun tracking down the other parts of his mother’s family.
Petunia had told him, finally, when he had asked that last summer before he left, that her mother (his grandmother, and wasn’t that a strange thought) had moved to Britain from the states, and that according to greeting cards that the family sent every year, they were now living on the eastern coast of the country, up in a northern city called New York. At first, Harry wasn’t really all that interested in people that may have ended up being just like his aunt. But in the end, Draco had been what eventually convinced him to visit, wanting to make sure Harry wouldn’t regret never giving his family a chance.
It had been three years since then. After the pair of British wizards settled into American muggle life, they had been at a loss for what to do with their time. Both were independently wealthy, and neither wanted to be idle, not with memories of the war looming over their heads when they had time to think, so in the end they decided to find work in the city.
At first, it didn’t go that well, but the Jackson family had been supportive. Sally, Harry’s first cousin once removed (though he just called her his cousin), made sure that neither man was made to feel unwelcome in her home, even as she seemed to be keeping a rather large secret from them about the way her son kept getting in various amounts of trouble. Harry swore he saw a satyr following the boy once, but he figured it must have been a trick of the light.
In the end, Harry had decided to go in on a business idea that Sally had been daydreaming about occasionally since she was a kid and had saved up her pennies for a treat. A food truck wasn’t glamorous, but Harry was a decent cook, and even if he hadn’t been, the food they served wasn’t hard to make. Draco sometimes joined them in running the truck, but he struggled with muggle money still, so he had been taking some lessons offered by a local coven on how to blend in. The classes were intended for squibs who were turned out at 17, but they’d welcomed Draco in with pleasure.
Refocusing on the task at hand, Harry continued ringing up the occasional customer, and then flash-frying their chosen frozen chip, covering the ‘fries’ (the British in him protested the word, but he knew it was better for business) in various sauces, spices, and toppings, and then handing it out the window with a charming smile. The day passed at a snail’s pace, and when Sally arrived with Draco at her side, it couldn’t be too soon.
“Harry!” Sally called cheerfully, then held up a small tin. “I made cookies, and figured you and Draco would want some. How was the morning?”
“Not too bad, actually.” He hopped down from the raised step, then flipped the ‘open’ sign back to ‘closed’. “What kind of cookies?”
“Blue, of course,” she laughed, handing the container over to him. “White chocolate and blueberry, to be exact. Now, shoo. You and loverboy can go have fun tonight, I’ll manage the truck. Percy’s with a sitter for the night, and this one’s lasted through three whole evenings with him before, so… well. Don’t want to jinx it, so I’ll leave it at that!”
Draco perked up from beside Harry, peering down at the tin of cookies. “Blueberry, you say?” He took one from the tin, taking a hesitant bite, before moaning at the taste. “Merlin, Sally, your cookies are so good.”
“Wow,” Harry deadpanned, “You didn’t even greet me yet, Malfoy.”
“Oh, hush, Potter, there’s cookies! Sally’s cookies.” Draco continued eating the cookie, all happy hums and wiggles.
Harry paused and looked at him with the most serious expression he could muster. “Draco.”
“Yesh, Harry?” Draco spoke through the crumbs, then cleared his throat embarrassedly. “Yes?”
“Are you dating me for my cousin’s cookies.”
Draco was quiet for a moment as if deep in thought, then a slow smirk grew on his face. “Maybe!”
Harry lunged towards him, intent on stealing the last of the cookie, but Draco dodged with a squeal, laughing as he ran backwards away from his boyfriend. Harry chased after, carefully keeping the tin of cookies tucked against him as he ran.
“Ah, young love,” Sally sighed, thinking fondly about a certain pair of sea foam eyes. “I miss you, wherever you are.”