[Coffeeshop AU.] [Hermione Sirius.] [Song: On hold - The XX]
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Long Time, No See
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Sirius walked into a coffee-shop and his eyes immediately lit up when they raked up and down the curvy form of a waitress...who, he lifted his eyes up, had a very familiar face.
Suddenly he felt like choking and getting into a fit of coughs when he realised who he had just lustfully checked out.
"Hermione?!" he stammered. "What are you doing here?!"
"I work here, part-time, obviously, in between studying at the Ministry." Hermione groaned and moved to wipe over a table, cleaning it with a damp cloth. "Sirius, I would ask, what are you doing here?"
"Why are you sounding so angry?" Sirius's jaw tightened as he tried not to drool over her again in her small, tight, red skirt waitress uniform. Instead, he stared at the menu, then his eyes flashed as he looked right back at her small, round face again.
Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored him as she went about the little shop serving people. "Sirius, I have a job to do here. Please come back when you're not drunk or ready to distract me."
"But I haven't seen you in years...and I am sober," Sirius growled out that list bit as he sat down at a table.
"Sure."
"Hermione, how old are you now?"
Hermione stifled a laugh and lifted a pitcher of coffee. "Twenty-one."
"Really?" He raised his brows, thinking to himself, 'Where have the years gone?'
Hermione placed a hand on her hip. "Sirius, as much as I'm enjoying this little reunion, are you leaving now?"
Sirius chuckled. "You really don't care for me at all, do you? What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?"
Hermione tossed her bushy, brown hair back, which hadn't changed from years ago. Neither her brown eyes which were perfectly the same, the same openness and warmth disguised behind intellect and fury. She squared her eyes on him. They were the same eyes except now she wore mascara and a bit of black eye liner. She looked very pretty.
"I have to go," she said.
"You can serve me, I'm a customer." He started to order things off the menu.
Hermione seemed more annoyed than ever. "Fine. Stay. But I'm treating you the same as any other customer!" She dashed off behind the counter. "Tell me, when you're finished ordering."
Sirius rolled his eyes and leaned back at the little table grumpily. "Bloody waitresses. Absolutely great service, Hermione!" He stared in confusion at the muggle menu. "I'll have a triple double grande. With chocolate. And noodles."
"You have no idea what that means or what you're ordering, Sirius."
"Well, I'll bloody have it anyways!" Sirius shouted back at her. "I can order whatever bloody I want."
"Fine!" There was a stomping sound as Hermione moodily started up the cafe latte machine. "I'llgiveyouyourbloodylatte with NOODLES!"
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