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accioromione · 4 years

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I loved the fic where Hermione was jealous, can you plz do something similar with Ron? There's my idea. Ron finds out that a colleague of Hermione is flirting with her(maybe Harry told him😉) and like that's not bad enough the guy is handsome, wealthy, top of his class(head boy) at hogwarts and now has a very successful career in the ministry. Rons insecurities start coming back and he is afraid he is going to lose her😱.... do you best! 👍

“Harry I’ve told you countless times that-” Hermione began in the ministry elevator as the doors closed , but she was interrupted by the elevators opening once again due to somebody stopping the closing doors with their briefcase.

“Sorry,” said a tall handsome man walking in, “didn’t want to wait for the next.... oh wow it’s Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, what are the odds,” he said. “Albert Wildsmith,” The man added, holding out to shake Harry’s hand and then Hermione.

“Wildsmith?” Hermione asked, as she shook his hand. “As in Ignatia Wildsmith? She invented Floo Powder.”

The handsome man chuckled, “it is true what they say about you then” Hermione blushed, “the one and only, I don’t take credit for her work though- the gold she left behind is more than enough.”

“Well nice to meet you,” said Harry, looking at him suspiciously.

“What floor?” Hermione asked, going to reach to press a button.

“Six,” said the man,

“oh that’s my floor too, are you new then?” said Hermione.

“Oh yeah, well here, after graduating I got a placement in France because I can speak it fluently, but I got offered the assistant head position, and it’s quite nice to be back in England. I missed it.” said Albert.

“So you went to Hogwarts then?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, I graduated in 1993.”

“Yeah that would have been our third year-” said Hermione thoughtfully.

“What house were you in?” Harry interjected.

“Ravenclaw” said Albert,

“Oh, you were head boy weren’t you? I remember an Albert who was a Ravenclaw head-boy!” Hermione said excitedly, Albert smiled.

“That was me,” said Albert smiling, “impressive how you can remember, looks and brains you’ve got” Hermione blushed.

“So you’ve been in France since?” Harry asked.

Albert nodded sadly, “yes... I wish I could have been there...for you know.. the war.”

“Well France didn’t ban you from coming back did it?” Harry asked.

“Harry!” Hermione said.

Albert smiled sadly, “I had ministry restrictions, France wasn’t prepared for me to leave.”

“How lucky,” said Harry. “We know a girl from France, she came to England, married Hermione’s FIANCEE’S brother, she helped out even being from France and all.”

“Harry!” Hermione said again.

Albert smiled at her, “it’s okay- I understand, I would be that way as well. Fiancee eh? Lucky bloke.”

Hermione’s face flushed.

“Yeah Ron Weasley, sure you’ve heard of him if you’ve heard of us,” said Harry annoyed.

“Oh...I have heard of him... well... lucky guy anyways,” said Albert.

“Floor six” a lady’s voice said coolly.

“Well that’s us I guess,” said Albert, “it was nice meeting you Harry,”

“Oh I’m coming, Hermione and I have to talk about....ministry matters.” said Harry, Hermione looked at him confused.

“What?” Hermione asked.

“Yes Hermione I have to discuss something of great importance with you,” said Harry puffing out his chest.

“O-okay?” Hermione said.

The doors opened and the three of them walked out.

“Well, nice meeting you Albert,” said Hermione walking to her office. “Let me know if you need anything,”

“Will do,” Albert said smiling at her “pleasure again Harry,”

Harry followed Hermione to her office and turned at her at once.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, annoyed.

“What?” asked Hermione confused.

“He was flirting with you!” said Harry.

“Oh Harry stop...no he wasn’t.” said Hermione absentmindedly. “That’s seriously what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You’re not going to cheat on Ron are you?” Harry asked sternly.

“Cheat on.... are you crazy Harry? I would never.” said Hermione.

“Good,” said Harry crossing his arms, “because once he hears about-”

“What? Oh don’t tell me you’re going to tell him!” Hermione said.

“Well why not? Since you don’t think its a problem!” said Harry angrily.

“I don’t,” said Hermione, “but you know how Ron get’s... he’ll be jealous for no reason, don’t tell him Harry. It will cause trouble for no reason.”

“Fine,” said Harry walking off, “he seems like a pompous git anyways.” Hermione rolled his eyes and Harry walked away.

“Harry I’m serious, don’t tell Ron!” Hermione called back as he walked away.

“I won’t!” said Harry, leaving.

xxxxxx

“What’s his name again?” Ron asked.

“Albert,” said Harry.

“Sounds like a git,” said Ron.

“That’s what I said.” said Harry.

“Bragging about being in France during a war, Fleur’s from France, she helped.” said Ron angrily.

“That’s what I said!” said Harry.

“Well I reckon I need to place a visit to Hermione’s office today,” said Ron sternly.

“Er-” said Harry.

“What?” asked Ron.

“I kind of told Hermione I wouldn’t tell you, she didn’t think much of it,” said Harry.

“Right,” said Ron getting to his feet, “well, I’ll just pay a visit, make sure the bloke see’s me, and if I happen to injure him accidentally well, so be it.”

“How tall is he again?” Ron asked looking back before leaving the room.

“Still shorter than you,” Harry responded.

“Right.” said Ron, “Well thanks mate, can always count on you.”

Ron left the Auror department and headed for floor six.

“Oh hi Ron!” said the secretary,

“Hi Janice,” said Ron, “Hermione’s in her office right?” he said loudly.

“Um, yes?” Janice responded, confused at the loudness in his tone.

Ron leaned into whisper, “do you know an Albert?” he asked, Janice giggled, “yes” she whispered back.

“Do you mind telling me where his office is?” he whispered again.

“609,” Janice whispered, giggling.

“Right, thanks loads.” Ron said, he figured he’d ‘accidentally’ knock on room 609.

He knocked the door to room 609, no response, he sighed, just his luck.

He figured he’d go see Hermione to remind her that she was in fact engaged to him. He knocked Hermione's office door and opened it, “Hermione love?” Ron said entering the room. His mouth gaped open as he saw her sitting down at her desk, laughing, with another handsome man seated right across from her.

“Ron!” Hermione said nervously.

The man turned to face Ron. Ron was boiling with anger.

“A-Albert this is my fiancee, Ron Weasley,” said Hermione.

“Pleasure,” said Albert getting to his feet and reaching to shake Rons’ hand. Ron did not shake Albert’s hand back.

“R-Ron this is Albert Wildsmith,” Hermione said, “he’s new to the department, just transferred from France.”

Ron looked at him, “You’re fluent then?”

“What?” asked Albert.

“Oh you sure know how to pick them Hermione, fluent in French..what else?” Hermione glared at him and Albert’s face flushed.

“Oh-oh yes.”

“Nice, real impressive” said Ron, “I’ve learned a few phrases myself,”

“Oh really?” asked Albert intrigued, Ron nodded his head.

“Yes..let’s see...I’m a a bit rusty....umm oh yes!” Ron said snapping his fingers, “tu misérable petite baise”

Albert’s eyes widened, “I er...”

“A veela taught me that one,” Ron said proudly. “Funnily enough Hermione doesn’t like it when I talk to French Veelas, looks like she has no problems talking to French ... how do you say .... wankers in French?”

“Ron!” said Hermione.

“I-I’ll just go,” said Albert.

“Oh no stay Albert, Alberto, Big Al, Al the pal!” Ron said, helping him sit back down

Albert looked at him awkwardly.

“I um...” Albert began,

“Oh let it all out Albert, heard you had lots to say with my fiancé over here, why you were just laughing five minutes ago,” Ron said.

“Ron seriously you’re over-” Hermione began and Ron lifted her hand to silence her.

“Listen pal,” said Ron loudly, “you may think you’re some big shot because you lived in France and you’re handsome and your great ancestor invented Floo Powder, but let’s make three things clear.” said Ron now holding up his three middle fingers.

“One,” Ron said, “I hate baguettes,” putting down his pointer finger

“Two,” Ron continued, putting down his ring finger so that only his middle finger was stuck up. “The Floo Network is a right MESS, and most people apparate or use portkey’s now.”

“And THREE” he said touching Albert’s nose with his middle finger, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I am not afraid to fight any French pansies and ruin their handsome faces, GOT IT?” Albert gulped and nodded.

Hermione put her head in her hands,

“Now you’re off with a warning but if I hear you come near my fiancee again we’re going to have some major issues. Got it Napoleon? AU REVIOUR.” Ron said and Albert got out of the seat and ran out of the office.

“Ron,” Hermione said shaking her head, “he was signing documents,”

Ron looked at Hermione angrily, “must have been some funny documents,” he said snatching the paper from her desk, “ah yes policy eighty five, HILARIOUS”

Hermione shook her head, “Why are you like this?” she asked desperately.

Ron looked at her in disbelief, “You’re flirting with some random bloke! You expect me to be over the moon about it? YOU SET BIRDS ON ME WHEN I TALKED TO ANOTHER WOMAN.”

“That is not the same thing, I wasn’t flirting,” said Hermione.

Ron rolled his eyes.

“first of all, who trusts a brit who willingly moves to France?” Ron asked.

“Ron this is not the hundred years war- I should have never told you about muggle history” Hermione said.

Ron looked at her furiously.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” said Hermione “but you really have nothing to be worried about.”

Ron crossed her arms and Hermione approached him slowly.

“seriously,” she breathed, “that-that doesn’t even cross my mind,”

“well letting him flirt with you is just as bad,” said Ron, slowly melting at her touch.

She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, “what do you expect me to do? Be mean to him? He works in my department.”

“Yes,” said Ron.

Hermione laughed, “ugh you’re so annoying... but endearing at the same time,” she said as she placed a kiss on his lips.

“He’s handsome,” muttered Ron.

“So are you,” said Hermione, Ron’s ears turned red.

“He’s rich,” said Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “yes because I definitely am looking to get more money,” Ron laughed despite his anger. Him and Hermione had gotten so many promotions that they were making well above average income alone let alone together.

“So I have nothing to worry about?” said Ron.

“No you jealous idiot,” said Hermione, Ron grinned.

“I will punch him you know,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “I know,” she said, “but no punching is permitted, we all know how brave you are,”

“He was scared wasn’t he?” Ron said, “ran out like a pansy,”

Hermione crossed her arms. “I told Harry not to tell you because I knew you’d be like this,”

“Well I for one am thankful someone has my back in this god forsaken place,” Ron said, Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Why must you be so dramatic?” she asked “now he’s scarred and will be too scared to talk to me again,”

“Good” said Ron.

Hermione looked at him, “fine, I’ll be nicer... but if he flirts with you again, it’s my fist he’s getting in his face.”

“Noted.” said Hermione

“And tonight... I’m reminding you of why it’s me you’re with.” Ron said sternly, Hermione’s face turned pink.

“Oh?” she asked.

Ron nodded angrily, Hermione bit her lip.

“S-so like...y-you’re going to be l-like that other time?” Hermione asked, her breath hitching.

Ron nodded angrily, “yes like that time Harry told me when you talked to... wait a second,” Ron said with a look of realization hitting his face.

“What?” Hermione asked innocently.

“You sneaky witch!” Ron said, “you did it in front of Harry on purpose because you knew he’d tell me because you... you... wanted me to... like last time!”

Hermione’s face flushed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said.

Ron grinned, “you’re sick.”

“A-and what are you going to do about that?” she breathed.

“Oh you’ll find out tonight... don’t overwork yourself... you’re going to need some energy when you get home.” Ron said, Hermione bit her lip. Ron shook his head angrily.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered to himself exiting the office, Hermione smiled as he walked away, excited for what tonight had in store for her.

#romione #my fic #honestly proud of this one

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 6 years

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I Don’t Give a Crappuccino

The sound of bickering had Ron sighing heavily. He would give anything for even a moment of silence. The mid-afternoon rush of customers was already too much on his nerves, let alone wanting to deal with his worst customers.

“Fancy seeing you here, Potter,” Malfoy—I am too good for a first name—drawled in a tone that set Ron’s teeth to grinding. He didn’t know why the man bothered pretending it was a surprise to see Harry. They both came into Java Prince every Friday. Every single bloody Friday. Of course it would happen to be on the same shift Ron worked. Every single one.

“Shove off, Malfoy,”

Ron groaned, not even bothering to smile at the next customer in line. Miss McGonagall wasn’t one for pleasantries anyway.

When Harry said something that had Malfoy going off, Pansy smiled in a way Ron knew she didn’t do outside of work—someone could only be so polite, a trait he knew she didn’t possess—and whispered, “They’re at it again.”

When the rush of customers eased, and they could both relax, Ron slumped against the espresso machine, not bothering to care that Snape might catch him. The git was a shitty boss to begin with. How a man so surly ran a popular coffee shop, was a complete mystery. One look at the man’s dour face and suspicious sneer would send any sane person to Starbucks in a heartbeat.

“It really is sad,” Pansy spoke up, eyes riveted to where Harry and Malfoy were still arguing. “They don’t even realize how much sexual tension is bleeding through. If they were just a tad bit younger, I would flirt with either of them.”

Ron tilted his head to the side before switching to the opposite as he thought it through. Both men were relatively good looking—if one was into guys in their mid-thirties—and neither had a wedding ring. “Maybe. But their personalities aren’t really something that you would want, right?” Harry was at least kind, but there was definitely some snark in him, the man could keep up with Malfoy’s rude behavior as well.

“Who said I want them for their personalities?” She wiggled her brows, eyes glinting in mischievousness.

“Gross,” Ron complained as he looked back to the customers. “Can either of them even get it up?”

A loud cough had Ron startling as Miss Longbottom stood at the counter, eyeing him in disappointment.

“What can I get for you, dear?” He batted his eyelashes, hoping to come off as endearing. When her lips thinned even further, Ron gestured for Pansy to take over the order.

“An espresso.” It was said as a demand, something Ron knew Pansy wouldn’t handle very well.

Pansy smiled her customer service smile, which had Ron wincing at how fake it came off. “Sorry, ma’am, but here at Java Prince, we require the title as it is printed on the menu to ensure we are giving customers the accurate order.”

When Miss Longbottom sighed heavily, Ron had to bite his lip to stop from smiling. Snape wouldn’t be a ridiculous owner if he had normal titles for his drinks. Everything in the store was uniquely named to ensure the customers were uncomfortable. Lovely man.

“I would like the largest Depresso you have,” Miss Longbottom growled out bitterly.

Ron prepared the order, grateful that he didn’t have to deal with her. Sometimes, he wondered why getting a job in customer service had ever crossed his mind. Surely, there was something out there that would hold him over till he graduated.

As soon as the Depresso had been placed on the counter and Miss Longbottom stormed away, Ron stood up straighter at the sight of Harry standing in front of his register.

“What can I get for you?”

Harry smiled warmly before looking into the dessert cases. “Can I have two Sourdough Sectumsempra Scones?”

Ron took the payment, lost in thought. It wasn’t often Harry or Malfoy ate here, not that he would blame them. Snape wasn’t the best cook—Ron liked to think Snape sold his soul to maintain a steady flow of customers.

When Pansy came up behind him to rest her chin on his shoulder, they both watched Harry walk up to Malfoy and toss the scones down.

“Here, you lazy wanker,” Harry muttered in frustration before sitting next to Malfoy in their usual stools.

“I trust you didn’t poison them,” snarked Malfoy, eyes glinting.

Harry let out a laugh as he shook his head. “Poisoning you would be a dream of mine. Can you imagine the silence that would fill my life?”

Ron furrowed his brows, wondering if they had finally moved on from insults and entered into some kind of strange flirting.

“Please,” Draco breathed out, eyes rolling dramatically. “You wouldn’t know how to live without me.”

“Hmmm,” Pansy hummed, watching them banter back and forth. “I think we don’t need to plot anything. They seem to be flirting on their own.”

“Plotting?” asked Ron incredulously. “I wasn’t going to help you plot anything. Working here is enough of an energy drainer. Snape sucks out everything I could possibly give just by existing.”

“Is that so?” The drawling tone had Ron’s eyes widening as he straightened up. Of course the git would choose now to re-enter the living world. “Perhaps you have more energy than you realize. Weasley, clean the kitchen. I do believe the breakfast dishes have yet to be washed.”

Ron would have groaned if he wasn’t worried about losing his job. He sighed internally before taking off his apron and going into the back.

The sight of every possible pot and pan Snape owned piled into the sink had his shoulders slumping.

Snape was the worst boss ever.

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“Can I get… uh… what exactly is in a Half-Blood Latte?” Ron rolled his eyes, not having the patience to deal with this customer. The woman had asked what was in every single thing, as if the menu didn’t state it already.

“The blood of every customer who takes too long to order.”

The woman’s mouth dropped open with an indignant noise before exiting his line and going to Pansy’s.

Ron sent Pansy a sheepish shrug when she glared at him. There was no way he was apologizing for that.

When Ron looked up at the next customer in line, he breathed a sigh of relief to see Malfoy. It was a little early for his normal time, but even his pretentious attitude was preferable to the previous customer.

“Your usual?”

“Yes, but also a medium ‘I don’t give a Crappuccino’ as well.”

Ron arched his brows at the second one. Malfoy didn’t usually buy Harry’s order. Both men always arrived at different times.

Curiosity almost had Ron questioning the out of character action, but Malfoy wasn’t exactly a pleasant person.

It wasn’t until Harry arrived, hair messier than usual, clothes a little rumpled and a distracted aura that it made sense.

“I think they are dating,” Ron whispered to Pansy, ignoring the next customer in line.

Pansy jerked, causing the order in her hand to nearly slip. “What?” She paid no mind to the exasperated man the drink belonged to. Her eyes snapped towards Harry and Malfoy.

“Their body language is no more flirtatious than before, and they certainly aren’t doing anything to suggest something has changed.”

Ron rolled his eyes at her observation. “Malfoy ordered Harry’s drink before Harry arrived.”

Pansy smirked, eyes lighting up in delight. “Interesting. The operation is progressing as planned.”

“What operation?” Ron argued, arms folding across his chest. “We don’t have anything planned.” He glanced back towards the two in question and watched the way Harry smiled at Malfoy.

“You don’t have anything—”

“Excuse me!” The next customer in line interrupted. “Can I get some service around here?”

A snort had Ron wincing as Snape walked by to restock the dessert case.

“On a good day?” Snape returned, sneer already in place. “Maybe.”

Perhaps Snape wasn’t that bad of a boss.

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“I am bored enough that a customer would be appreciated,” Pansy whined, staring at the clock for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

“Bite your tongue,” Ron warned. “I don’t feel like doing any work.”

“And how is that different from any other day of the week?” She countered pulling out nail polish from her bag.

Ron rolled his eyes, hand covering his chest in mock offense. “I will have you know that I am the hardest working person employed here.”

“It would seem that I need better employees then,” Snape informed them as he turned the corner and leaned against the wall. “If you are the epitome of a model employee, then I am in trouble.”

Pansy snorted as she held out her palm and gestured for Ron’s hand.

“Alright, but don’t do black,” Ron warned, choosing to ignore Snape’s jibe. “Last time you painted them that color, it left a stain on my nails.”

She worked in silence, only pausing to glance at the clock another three times. “It’s Friday,” Pansy mumbled as she finished the last few nails on his right hand.

Ron peered at Snape, hoping that her statement made more sense than just pointing out the obvious. When his boss shrugged, he sighed heavily. “Funnily enough, I can read a calendar.”

Pansy smacked his arm, smearing nail polish in the process. “I meant that Malfoy and Harry should be here soon. They never miss a Friday.”

“Why are you so invested in those two?” Snape asked, interest causing him to step away from the wall.

When Pansy’s cheeks pinked up slightly, Ron laughed. “She thinks they would be a cute couple. We have been debating over their chances for months.”

Snape furrowed his brows, something Ron hadn’t really ever seen him do before. “Why would you think—” He was cut off by the door opening for the first time in hours.

“Ah, speak of the devil,” Snape drawled, walking up to the register, fingers typing out their orders.

Ron scratched his head with his free hand as he exchanged a look with Pansy. They had never seen Snape take a single customer’s order before. Not even when they were swamped and could use an extra hand. Their boss was a prick like that.

Malfoy smiled, something that Ron had to do a second glance for. “The only devil here is you, Uncle Severus.”

Uncle Severus?

“I wasn’t sure you’d make it in today,” Snape continued, ignoring the insult.

Harry tilted his head to the side, confusion evident in his features. “Why wouldn’t we? Today’s the big twenty.”

“Exactly,” Snape began, fingers snapping for Pansy or Ron to make the order. “Twenty years of marriage isn’t something people tend to celebrate in a coffee shop.”

“Marriage?” Ron and Pansy demanded in unison, neither noticing the milk overflowing in the cup they pulled out.

Malfoy regarded them with derision, not something unheard of. “You didn’t know we were married? We come here once a week every week and have been doing so for twenty-two years.”

When neither of them spoke up, both having a hard time grasping the knowledge, Harry pointed to a photograph on the wall. “We met here on opening day.”

Ron looked at the photo–it was something that he always ignored, since it was of two random customers during the grand opening.

Pansy let out a soft exclamation. “Look! It’s them!”

Sure enough, it was. Ron wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t pointed it out. Harry and Malfoy looked quite different than when they were teenagers.

“They looked cute back then,” Pansy noted, eyes narrowing in thought.

“Excuse you?” Malfoy frowned as he placed a hand on his hip. “I will have you know that I am dashing at any age.”

Harry grinned before placing a kiss to the top of Malfoy’s head. “You sure are.” He looked to the photograph before continuing his explanation.

“Draco was hired to work the counter,” Harry smiled before entwining his fingers with Malfoy. “It was a disaster and he dumped out my order on the floor when I sassed him.”

“Lovely first impression,” Ron muttered, watching the way Mal—no Draco squeezed Harry’s hand.

“He deserved it,” Draco argued, a smile quirking at the memory.

Harry laughed loudly, whole body moving into the action. “I did not. I kept coming back every Friday in spite. It was fun finding things to say to get him angry enough to ruin my order.”

Ron couldn’t help but smile at the way Draco’s eyes lit up at the obvious joy on Harry’s face. It was cute. In an old person kind of way.

“What made you guys decide to get together?” Pansy asked, still looking at the photograph.

“Uncle Sev said he would fire me if I didn’t get over my feelings for Harry by either asking him out or killing him.”

“Charming,” Ron mumbled, smirking at the glare his boss sent his way.

Pansy shook her head. “I just got to ask, why come back every Friday? It’s not like the coffee or the food is any good.”

When Snape’s glare immediately focused on her, Ron let out a snort.

Draco laid his head on Harry’s shoulder. “This is where we met, fought and fell in love. It’s just a part of us now.”

Pansy sighed a little happily before shooting Ron a smile. “We always thought you two hated each other.”

The confusion on their faces had Ron rolling his eyes. “You fight a lot.”

Snape scoffed. “You mean their incessant flirting? I had hoped as the years passed, that would stop, but they subject me to it at every opportunity.”

Ron hummed curiously as he thought it over. Sometimes it seemed like the two were flirting, but he supposed if that was the way they always did it, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“I say it’s your karma for having such a sunny disposition,” Harry grinned cheekily, ignoring the scowl on Snape’s face. The man had guts, Ron wouldn’t have dared to say that to his boss.

“Get out of here,” Snape shooed them towards the door. “Enjoy your anniversary.”

“We will,” Draco promised before drawing Harry into a rather passionate kiss.

Ron would have unabashedly stared at the good-looking couple, but movement had him peering at Snape curiously. His boss had retrieved a camera from his office and took a photo of the pair. It was interesting to think that Severus Snape of all people was a romantic at heart.

When he looked back towards Harry and Draco, he smiled at the sight of the couple still holding onto each other.

It was cute. In an old person kind of way.

“Do you think when we get that old, we’ll be as sappy?” Pansy wondered leaning against Ron’s side.

“Why Parkinson, are you flirting with me?” Ron countered smiling at the way she sighed heavily.

“Not anymore, I’ve decided to run away with Snape.”

Ron laughed loudly before bumping her in the side with his hip, a smile formed when Snape began grumbling about ‘another couple of idiots that flirt nonstop’. He could get used to this. Friday’s might even be his favorite day of the week.

Java Prince may not have good coffee, food or customer service, but it was filled with a lot of love, and that was a pretty close second.

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This was my odd version of a coffee shop au. I know a few people asked for this, I can’t find the original prompt anywhere, and I am so sorry for whoever sent me the first prompt.

This was not the ficlet that won the poll, but I couldn’t provide you all with the one that won just yet. It’s still being worked on. So hopefully you enjoyed this instead.

I would like to thank @rmh8402 @rieraclaelin @staganddragon for helping me with titles and just listening to me talk about this haha. It was an experience for sure. Oh! and @llap115 too!

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Slight Ron x Pansy #Severus Snape #Java Prince #cute #Ridiculous coffee names #Snape is a git #Ron is so done #Pansy is so done #Married Drarry #Drarry squad #Anniversary #Fluff #coffee shop au #at least my odd version of it

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