The Coffee Shop

It was on Christmas Eve, Hermione watched the snowflakes fly past the window pane, and marvelled in how they came in so many shapes, sizes and different textures, yet they all seemed to fit together. It was funny how things that were so unlike always found the perfect fit. Yet to her there was no perfect mould. Nothing was meant to fit together with her.

Teenage hormones where the thing she blamed the most, she had mistook lust for love and ended up at the bottom of the pile when she realised she didn’t actually love Ron. He was everything she thought she wanted, but in the harsh reality of day, she discovered the war had changed her whole set of ideals.

She wanted someone who she could hold a semi intelligent conversation with, someone who could understand the words she used without needing a explanation. With Ron, her whole future was set in stone. Get married, push out 2.4 children and become the perfect Weasley wife. But she didn’t want that sort of life. She knew what was expected of her, and for once she wanted to break all the rules.

She could still remember the look on Ron’s face when she told him it was over, the look of pure devastation that crossed his face was the thing she pictured when she closed her eyes. But Ron wasn’t dumb enough to think that she could be 100% satisfied in any sort of relationship with him, he knew the time had come to set her free. For the one simple reason, that he would always love her.

Hermione gratefully accepted a job in the Ministry as an unspeakable, a job that would test her intellect and keep her on her toes. Her latest successes included brining Sirius back from beyond the veil, a feat that had Harry on knees with tears streaming down his face. But the one thing she couldn’t comprehend was the sort of spell that had sent him through the veil. It wasn’t the Avada Kedavra like many of them had thought. It was some sort of stasis spell, one that Hermione had never heard of.

Some thought that bringing a soul back from the other side was inhumane, but Hermione knew that Sirius would never rest until he’d been pardoned fully from the Ministry. The body of Peter Pettigrew had been discovered in Malfoy Manor by Kingsley himself, and the plans had been set in motion for a full pardon.

Harry was settled with Ginny and baby James was now two years old and looking like his father more and more every day. Harry in Hermione’s mind was still that same insecure little boy that she had met on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago.

The news of Pansy’s pregnancy had struck something hard within Hermione, it was not the fact that Ron had married her former tormentor, it was the mere fact that he had moved on so soon. Could that have been her if she had not chose to be brutally honest with him? Would it be her who was patting her swollen stomach with pride? Would she be mentally stable in that sort of brainless environment?

A part of her wished sometimes that she had stayed with Ron, he was safe and dependable and kind, but there was just no passion there. He had grown into a good man who had the full capacity to be something brilliant, just not what she needed. Maybe she wanted to start her own family and that was what had brought all this on. She saw how happy being in love had made Harry and Ginny and how their world was complete after James had been born.

Hermione knew her biological clock was ticking away, and she wanted a family of her own so much. She could see it in her head so clearly, a loving husband, kind caring and who hung on her every word. One that surprised her with dinner after she’d worked late, or one that ran her a bath after a stressful day.

Children who were the spitting image of the both of them, a boy and a girl, a boy who was so like his father, in looks and personality and a little smiling girl who she could play dolls with and teach her all about the world of magic. The family that would one day complete her, was it too much to ask it to hurry up and get here?

But the man in her day dream was faceless, she could smell his unique scent, lemons and fresh parchment. She could trace every line of his body, could feel his muscles tense when ever her fingers came into contact with his arms or chest.

~*~

He sat in the corner of the coffee shop and just watched her, her caramel coloured eyes clouding over and that smile forming on her plump pink limps. How he loved that smile, he wondered what could have made her smile so beautifully, was it just the mere peace of the small quiet shop or was it the bustling snow covered high street outside?

He watched as she frowned, obviously caught up in her own thoughts, and picked up his cup and took a sip of his latte, which had almost grown cold in the time he had been watching her. He watched as she absent mindedly took a sip of her tea and set the cup back down, and continued to stare out the window. He noted how her fingers danced round the rim of the white porcelain cup in concentric circles, and how she perfected the routine at every single attempted.

He loved how she bit her lip in times of crisis, how she read the paper in the mornings, ignoring her steaming tea in order to catch up with events in their world. How she would absentmindedly twist a single curl around her finger as she read. What he would give to run his fingers through them curls in the morning.

He didn’t know exactly how long he had been in love with her, but he knew he had fallen for her hard. He had watched morning after morning as her eyes wandered down paths in her imagination, and how he wished he could make them journeys with her. To be the one who she came home to every night, to be the one she depended on for anything and everything.

To be the one to make her scream in the throws of passion, to be the one that makes her stomach round with his child, a little boy with shiny blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, or a little girl with glossy white curls and silver eyes, each like them but different in so many ways.

To be the one she wanted to grow old with, to see her grandchildren with on a Sunday afternoon, to be the one to walk through the park with holding hands. He could day dream his future with her in it for ever.

It was today that he watched her and felt the need to do something, he wanted today to be the day he finally got to touch her, even for the briefest second, even if she rejected him he would always know what her skin felt like under his finger tips. Always have the memory of her looking into his eyes, even if it was fleeting for a second, never to repeated again.

He wondered how long he had been sitting here just looking at her, he knew that what ever the outcome of his confession, he would do it again all again tomorrow. Even to get just a glance of her would be enough, he closed his eyes to savour the image.

He was roused by a small shake to his right shoulder, when he came round from his brainstorm, he saw her looking at him with concerned eyes.

“Malfoy?” she asked, her hand still on his shoulder.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Are you ok?”


He looked at her hand still clamped around his shoulder and he was surprised how one simple touch could cause his stomach to contract so impatiently. She removed her hand and sat opposite him.

“This is the first time you’ve spoken to me in years, Granger.” he said.

She smiled slightly at his honesty.

“There’s a first for everything.” she said.

He leaned in a little and Hermione breathed his scent in deeply and shifted in her seat, it was overwhelming. Lemon and Parchment, she looked into his silver orbs and smiled. Draco Malfoy wasn’t the snivelling little snitch he used to be. He had lost his mother and father during the war, leaving him the only living Malfoy. She wondered if he was lonely like she was? Did he spent his nights alone and wondering where he went wrong like she did?

“What?” he asked, slightly alarmed at her vacant expression.

She shook herself mentally.

“Nothing.” she breathed.

She could see it now, coming home to Draco, him kissing her like he had actually truly missed her, pulling her into his arms and holding on to her, just because he wanted to. Two blonde haired children with impish grins, and silver eyes, reaching out for mummy and daddy. Her family, that she wanted so much. Draco was the faceless man, she knew that now.

“Have you ever dreamed, of being wanted? Of being loved by someone who would do anything just to make you smile? I have, but he’s never had a face before, until now.” she admitted.

“I do,” he said, “I know what it’s like to need that person more than anything, to see them day after day just wishing their life away, waiting for something or someone that may never come.

“I sit here, day after day and just watch you, watching the emotions that flicker across your face, and I wonder if you would ever even notice me watching you, studying every inch of your face, wanting to get to know you even more?” he said.

“What are you trying to say?” she said.

“I think that possibly, maybe I’ve fallen for you.” he said as he leaned a little closer to her.

“Draco.” she said softly.

It was at that moment that their lips met, and he kissed with all the feeling he had, he had dreamt of this moment since the moment he had seen her for the first time in the coffee shop. Over the months he had fallen completely in love with her.

She felt it as soon as they met, that spark that she had never felt with Ron, that feeling that pooled deep inside her. She wanted to crawl inside him and never come out. She knew that he could be the one who could give her all those things, she would be the one who was loved for who she was.


~*~


Christmas Eve was fast approaching and Hermione was dashing around Diagon Ally trying to get last minute presents, Ginny was waddling slowly behind her, huffing as she walked. Hermione couldn’t wait to get home to Draco, they were celebrating their one year anniversary tonight, and their first official Christmas together.

Hermione smiled as she walked past the small coffee shop in the corner, the coffee shop of dreams she had nicknamed it, since it was the catalyst to all her ambitions, she finally had a man who worshipped her like she was some sort of goddess, and she could wait to tell him her news when she got home.

It was after lunch in the Leaky with Ginny and Pansy, that she apparated home to the manor to find Draco placing her presents under the gigantic Christmas tree that adorned the main drawing room of the manor.

He walked toward her in three long strides and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her softly and causing her to drop her bags to the floor.

“You were gone too long.” he said as he nuzzled her throat.

“Try telling that to Ginny, she’s due any day now.” said Hermione.

“I’d rather tell you.” he said as he kissed her collarbone.

“Oh really?” she smiled.

Draco smirked as he squeezed her bottom and lifted her up on to the table. She squealed and tried to jump off, but Draco caught her and pinned her to the table, drawing her arms up over her head.

“Draco! This is where we eat!” she screeched.

“Well now, it’s where we fucked on Christmas Eve.” he laughed.

She couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled her pants down and slid his fingers into her, he groaned as he came into contact with her wetness and felt his cock harden even more as she whimpered.

He let his pants fall to his ankles, freeing his turgid length and he ran the head over his writhing witches honey covered pussy, making her beg for his glorious cock.

He was filled to the hilt in one swift thrust and she cried out as his tumescent length filled her, her walls contracted shakily around him as he started to move within her, and she flung her legs around his waist, pushing her heels into his arse, pleading for him to go deeper, move faster. He obliged and sped up his thrusts, revelling in her tight warm pussy, and the way she gripped his forearms with her small hands, leaving little half moon cuts on as she babbled incoherently.

She cried out seconds before she came, clamping down hard against his still hard cock, and chanted his name as she rode out her climax, he groaned and began to fuck her hard, chasing the wave of his own climax that was so far eluding him, he could feel the tightening of his balls beginning and moaned. Hermione’s hips bucked upward as she came again, making Draco loose control. He shot his seed into her and collapsed on top of her, panting as he went.

“I love you.” he breathed.

“I love you too.” she replied.

He grinned and collapsed beside her, folding his fingers between hers and kissing her hand. She moved onto her side and placed her head on his chest.

“Draco?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“I have a bun in the oven.” she said, trying hard not to laugh.

“What? Have you been baking?” he asked, confused about why she felt the need to bake.

“Yes, the bun is baking in my oven.” she said.

“Why? We have elves for that sort of stuff.” he said as shook his head.

She giggled at his stupidity and kissed his cheek as she sat up.

“Draco?” she asked again.

“What now?” he sighed.

“I’m pregnant, daddy.” she laughed.

He jumped off the table, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.” she smiled.

“Merry Christmas.” he said with a kiss.

An innocent look had turned into so much more than she had ever wished for, that day in the coffee shop, she found love. She found the perfect fit.


~*~

Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg.

I think that possibly, maybe I'm fallin' for you
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you
I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I wanna come to
I think that possibly, maybe I'm fallin' for you

No one understands me quite like you do
Through all of the shadowy corners of me

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

I think that possibly, maybe I'm fallin' for you
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you
I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I'm shinin' too
Because, oh because, I've fallen quite hard over you

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
All of the while
All of the while
It was you.