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AN:This was inspired by the beautiful song by Ed Sheeran - Cold Coffee but it isnt a songfic because really its not like how I visualize the song:') I hope you can see the metaphor implied easily and if not I'll AN at the end with what I was trying to tell you:')

AN2: This started as Neville and Luna but it's more Ron and Hermione but really it can be seen as anyone if im honest because only George is mentioned briefly:')

Every morning I let my cup of coffee go cold as a busy myself getting dressed for work, ignoring it as it lies heavily on the countertop steam sighing from the cup everytime I walk past. At the last minute I remember and pull it from the side -the gruesome chills its sends me when I gulp the remains down before work know just how to wake me up and sober me for a boring day. Eventually it gives me that high in the afternoon, the one where you need to laugh to let the energy go, a laugh that makes you feel like you're in on a secret joke, then its gone and with it you forgot you even had the coffee that morning.

However what's better is that second cup of coffee, the scorching cup of coffee that's trickles like treacle down your throat and leaves a bittersweet taste afterwards, afternoon coffee to keep you awake till the end of your late shift . That's the coffee that makes you feel comfy later on in your warm shop as you're checking the stock, knowing home time is near. It's a special treat and you only ever get it sometimes but you're ever so happy when you do have that coffee. George can tell normally, he raises his eyebrows and chuckles as he wonders back through the shop, you're left grinning and red from the burning coffee.

The coffee when you get home, when you're secluded in the familiar humble walls is the sweetest. Its just right and its what you've been waiting for since the first coffee that morning. It sweet and hot, it leaves a warm cosy feeling in your stomach and a buzzing rapid feeling in your heart. Then later on when its cooled slightly, you take short sips from it, rubbing the mug in comfort as you feel the heat radiating from the liquid right until you've fallen asleep and it's blissful because each sip lays tingling upon your lips and weaves into your dreams.

So, AN3: Basically Hermione is the coffee and drinking it is the kisses and by the cup being heavily placed at the side I was implying she was pregnant, and the afternoon coffee is when she visits Ron at the shop which only sometimes happens in my little world:'-).

I dont ever really write stuff like this at all so please review me and tell me if its any good or not:')

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