A/N: Hey guys! Basically I got Harry Potter as an early Christmas gift! Ha, in your faces! Wait...what are these scary men in suits here doing?...What? I don't own Harry Potter? Are you serious!? Ugh...alright, I don't own Harry Potter guys! Take my gift...fine! Anyways, I got this idea from an awesome story in the Big Hero 6 called "Share A Table". All I got from it was that it sets in a coffee shop...with the two main characters drinking something. The rest is sleep deprivation and sugar rush induced writing. Seriously. So enjoy!


I sat at a corner table in Starbucks, enjoying my hot chocolate in peace and relaxation. Well, it was actually very loud in here because like every holiday, Starbucks has a long list of deals, so of course people would come in. But this place has great Wi-Fi and the atmosphere is...great so I continued to type away at my laptop while occasionally sipping at the liquid gold with a lot of extra whip I had.

In all reality I could have done this finals project at home but a certain someone with a jelly babies addition wouldn't leave me alone until I got him a new box of them—which is basically once every few hours—or "do something fun other than typing up college stuff"—which is again every few hours.

I continued to type and type while occasionally changing the position of my Prezi to bring it into a better style than it was before. It wasn't until someone was literally breathing down my neck did I realize another soul actually was near me. Sadly, that took a little while longer than I would like to admit and when I turned to see what was making the new draft on my neck, I shouted like a little girl when I saw wide brown eyes looking straight at me.

"What the hell was that for," I yelled at the strange person who still had their eyes still very close to mine. The person—a guy who looked close to my age—moved back and sat in the chair right across from me.

And with the most serious face I have seen in a long time he said, "I was doing a short study on your reaction time. Judging by how long it took you..." He took a quick pause to look at the watch he did not have. "Your reaction is late and I have to conclude that you have Weasley-itis. It's not fatal but may cause good or bad things if not treated properly."

I blinked at him a few good times and stared at the very serious person who was staring right back at me.

"What's Weasley-itis," I asked, kind of scared of the random disease someone said I had, even though I didn't know the person. It sounded serious in all reality.

"Nothing," the guy across from me said bluntly, his seriousness still on his face. "I just made it up as an ice breaker."

"You made me think I had a disease as a way to talk to me?"

"Well at least I didn't say it was fatal. You probably would have freaked out like this." And then he promptly flailed around, falling out of his chair. I laughed but I knew I wouldn't react like that. I'd probably scream like I did before, that's it. Maybe.

"Ron Weasley, by the way," the guy greeted and held out his hand. I took it and thought of what I should say. I'm called James by all my teachers and classmates but I don't really like the name. I usually like Harry but there's always the one time I slip up and tell someone James. Guess I'll just have to go with it.

"I'm Harry Potter, thanks for scaring me with your last name," I said, shaking his hand and giving him a faint smirk. He returned it with an even bigger one and looked around at the coffee shop.

"You know, I need to try out a new holiday drink. What do you suggest?"

I started to type again, occasionally looking back up at the person who had a very wistful look on his face for coffee. If he were to start thinking about something much more important, I wouldn't be surprised if he took out a chalkboard to put down all his thoughts.

I looked up from my laptop and to the menu, then down to my drink. Well, this is going to be fun.

"How about that new peppermint drink?"

"I don't like peppermint," Ron said with a groan and started to eye the scones down like they were an arch nemesis.

"How do you not like peppermint and you want a holiday drink?" He rolled his eyes and shrugged a little.

"Don't worry about it, what else?"

"Caramel Brulee? That's okay, yeah?" Ron stuck his tongue out and shook his head.

"How is that even closely related to Christmas? Hmm anything else?"

"Okay, okay, gingerbread. I was thinking of getting it but I got hot chocolate instead." His face instantly brightened and he jumped from his chair in an excited frenzy.

"That's it," he shouted with pure glee and started to dig in his pocket for his wallet. "I'll get hot chocolate! Thanks Harry!" Ron then grabbed my hand and steered me straight toward the register.

"And then I can also get those awesome blueberry scones they have," Ron added with a slight cackle and started to eye the scones again.

"Is that why you were staring them down like the enemy before?"

"No...well, actually yes and no. I was staring at them that way because I'm so mad that they're so good. And I found that eating them was the best torture. For the scones of course. So with every coffee I ever get, I'll get a blueberry scone as revenge for their goodness," He finished with mock anger as he shook his fist to the sky in slow motion.

"Hey, we're at the start of the line now," Ron noticed brightly and pulled me along with him to get to the front of the line, positively bouncing with joy for hot chocolate.

"Hello! Welcome to Starbucks," the cashier said with a smile and looked in my direction and his smile got wider. "Hey, I know you like the hot chocolate but that doesn't mean you need to get two in one day."

I laughed and shook my head quickly. "No it's not that, Tadashi, Ron here just wanted to drag me along to watch him get a cup of hot chocolate."

"So he got you hooked on it too," Tadashi asked as he started typing some buttons on the cash register.

"No, I just wanted something that taste like Christmas, Grande size with a blueberry scones," Ron answered squinted at the scones with a very funny face that kind of looked like an old man frowning at a bad child.

"Okay, that'll be $7 even." Tadashi looked up from the cash register and nearly burst out with laughter as Ron was slowly counting out all the quarters he had like an old lady, even taking it so far as counting them out loud in a shaky voice.

"Gets them every time," he murmured and stuffed the coins into his pocket to bring out the dollar bills, giving them to Tadashi.

"Okay," Tadashi snickered and started walking over to all the blenders and the people around them. "It'll only take a little while to get those both ready so you guys can just sit down and we'll call you over when we're done. That's fine, right?" Me and Ron nodded and went back over to the table we were both at before.

I shut my laptop—but saving everything first—and put it into my school bag, getting ready for Weasley to talk or if he would give me the opportunity to talk.

Luckily, he was a bit thrown off by the fact that I put my laptop away so I jumped right into my questions.

"You really hate those pastries up there if you keep squinting at them so much. Any answers for that?" He gave a light laugh and dug into his pocket again to get something out.

"Wow, you'd be a good teacher…or principal. I can't decide which."

"Well, I'm actually studying to be a teacher so thanks for that; but you didn't answer my question."

"See, you would be a good teacher. Anyways, I need glasses because my eyesight's awful. Bat-like even! Like, right now your face is nothing but a round thing with hair growing out of it."

"I hope I look like a handsome round thing then with luscious hair growing out of the top." He laughed and shook his head, setting the glasses on the table.

"Nope…I nearly thought you were a girl till I got to the table. So I guess pretty would fit it."

"Just put on the glasses before I feel like hitting you with them," I chided lightly and looked at them a bit more. They were really thick! He wasn't lying when he said he had the eyesight of a bat.

"Oh…so you aren't a girl. And here I was holding onto that hope."

"Hey, I do not look like a girl!"

"But you kind of do at the eyes. I mean seriously, do you curl your eyelashes or something?"

"Who are you to say? Your glasses magnify your eyes by a hundred and it looks like you've done your fair share of curling."

"Ha! So you do admit to curling your eyes!"

"Ha," I retorted with a wild grin. "You did not deny the accusation!"

"But sir, I don't curl my eyelashes! Just look, I'm not a girl!"

"I do not look like a girl!"

"So you're saying you're not a girl who does actually look like one? How mysterious…"

"No! I am a girl but I don't look like one! Wait, I mean—"

"No! You've already said it! So now I get to call you Harriet and bribe you with lip gloss or something…"

"You really don't know anything about girls, do you," I laughed and looked warily as I saw a very mischievous look grace his face.

"Not really…but you do!" And he cackled wildly, nearly falling out of his seat with the fit of laughter he was having.

"Hey, guys! That hot chocolate of yours is awaiting you," Tadashi called from where he was, Ron basically running up to get the liquid gold he ordered.

"Did you put extra whipped cream in here," He asked, opening the lid up and peering inside.

"Yeah, Harry loves it with extra whip and I guess I accidentally made your orders identical to each other, sorry. Do you want it without the extra whip?" And there was Tadashi being all nice and apologetic as usual. I was just about ready to calm him down and tell him to quit being this nice, it was making me disappointed in myself.

"Who would want it without the extra whipped cream," Ron asked with wide eyes. "Keep the whipped cream and you can even add extra if you want!"

Tadashi noticeable calmed down and brought out the scones too, which Ron finally did not squint or glare at, only smiling very happily.

"What time is it," Ron asked absently. Tadashi looked over at a clock and then at Ron.

"5:30, why do you ask?" 5:30….Neville, oh great! I rushed back to my chair, grabbed my jacket and school bag and turned back to face a very confused Ron.

"I'm sorry but I need to go. I have this—"

"Hey, don't worry about it, Harry. Meet you here tomorrow, say…2pm, okay?" I thought about it for a moment and nodded. That was alright time for me. It was a Saturday so I wouldn't have any classes to bother me about anything. Why not?

"Alright, see you then," I called, waving to both Ron and Tadashi then going outside and running to my car. I started it up and quite possibly went over the speed limit a couple of times…but let's keep that to ourselves. It's the holidays after all.

I stopped by the store to get some jelly babies and a new book of great songs with sheet music. At the same store of course. Really, what a lifesaver. I got to the apartment building and got my bags, rushing up the steps like a possible mad man. Oh well!

Getting to my door, I pulled out my keys to the apartment and opened the door. Home sweet home.

"Harry! Did you get my jelly—"

"Yes, I got your jelly bellies and something else too." I didn't even have time to get a few feet into the apartment before a quick ball of boy came straight at me.

"You got me new music sheets! Thank you so much for this!" Neville then gave me a quick hug and let go just as quickly and gave me a glare. "But you came home late. And you're going to need to give me a very good explanation why."

Yup…home sweet home.


A/N: Did you like it? Do you want a blueberry scone? Did you not like it and want a peppermint mocha (or whatever...I forgot. XD) just to spite Ron? Either way review and favourite this very sugar induced chapter and actually story! Plus, while I was editing this to fit some stuff, I failed to notice that Ron really doesn't have glasses. But we'll keep it now as a running joke. See ya later guys!

Sending all my love,

Macca's Little Teddy Bear