Second one shot. I got the idea from the song 'Falling in Love At A Coffee Shop' by Landon Pigg.

1005 words.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Harry Potter, etc.

Draco Malfoy sauntered into his favourite muggle coffee shop like he does daily. Everything was just like every other morning – his life is a routine. He tips grey fedora to the grey-haired waitress at the counter, he walks by a business man who always reeks of too much cologne sipping his black tea, and he returns a smile back to the little girl with her mother across the room. Draco smiled to himself. He had come to enjoy the presence of muggles. Who knew Draco Malfoy would grow to enjoy being with muggles. Draco turned at a bend to his usual seat to relish his –

Hold on.

Draco froze, just a few feet away from his spot. Two things shocked him.

First off, there was someone on his seat. No one seats at his seat. It was against his routine! That seat was perfect for him. The height of the chic, modern stool was neither too tall nor too short. And the table was the only one in the coffee shop made out of polished wood – better than the distasteful plastic ones. Also, the view – oh the view – was his favourite. Facing the window, he could see every little detail of his lover's office. She would sit there on her office chair by the large window, and every morning Draco would get a flying kiss from her. Both of them never missed a morning of flirting ever since their wedding day.

And now, someone chose to interrupt the morning flirty sessions.

The second thing that surprised him was that he knew the being who dared sit where he does. Her bushy brown hair, with her head always buried in a thick book... Who else could it be?

"Granger," Draco started. She whipped her head around, her face looking somewhat startled.

"Malfoy," Hermione greeted, a hint of surprise detected in her rather stony voice. Draco noticed her cherry lips attempting to conceal the faintest of smiles.

There was a brief pause and Draco did not like the mocking stare of his childhood enemy's best friend one bit.

Hermione broke the eye contact and looked around the coffee shop.

"Do you come here often? Every morning? I wouldn't expect to find you at a muggle store," Hermione raised her eyebrows at the blond. He rolled his eyes and settled on the stool beside her.

"I'm not the same person I was back in school," he muttered, eyes downcast.

Hermione looked away from him, blushing slightly as she apologized. She closed her book and placed it in her handbag. Then she sipped from her coffee, staring out at the window at the muggles rushing to work, avoiding his curious gaze.

"What brings you here, Granger?" Draco dared ask as casually as he could as the grey-haired waitress passed him his usual order – a cup of caramel cappuccino accompanied by a chocolate croissant. The warm, delicious aroma filled his nose as he brought the drink up to his lips.

"Well," Hermione started awkwardly, clearing her throat. "I am waiting for my husband, to arrive so I can simply tell him that I love him today especially because it is our one year anniversary."

Draco choked on his drink. He coughed and sputtered and Hermione grimaced as she debated inwardly whether or not to pat his back. Just as she was about to move her arm, he regained his composure.

"Y – You're married?" he managed to choke out. He took a few more sips of his cappuccino to wash out the irritation in his throat. Hermione was glad she did not bother comforting him, he was still an idiot.

"To who? Weaselhead?" he could not help but taunt her. Some habits were hard to get rid of. Hermione shot him as glare.

"No, Malfoy. No point telling you anyway, you don't know him from school," she was telling a partial truth anyway since the man whom she married has changed since they schooled together.

Draco could not help but to mull over her words.

"I pity him, whoever he is. He's probably a decent bloke stuck together with a crazy woman like you," he joked and took a bite out of his croissant.

The brunette tried to glower at him until he apologizes but instead she let out a hearty laugh. Draco munched slowly, eyeing the girl warily.

"Draco, you're far from 'a decent bloke'. And if you think I am crazy, why did you ask me to marry you?" she gave into their little act, her tone good natured rather than hurt.

Draco smirked at her.

"Don't get your wand in a knot, Mrs Malfoy, I was just playing along with you. You started the whole thing anyway," he stated, his smirk now spreading into a wide grin as Hermione giggled again.

"Well then, happy anniversary to us," she raised her glass and Draco followed suit. "Cheers!" They clink their almost-empty mugs together and downed the remaining contents.

"I should get to work now. See you tonight!" Hermione gave a quick peck on her husband's lips, tasting the caramel flavour.

"Be home as soon as you can. I have a lovely dinner planned," Draco flashed his signature smug smile. He was already pleased with himself and the arrangements he has made, knowing Hermione would love it.

He turned back to face the window and finished up his chocolate croissant as she walked to her office just across the street. It took only five minutes until he spotted her at her usual window. He smiled at his wife and gave her a wink. She, like always, blew a kiss at him. Draco glanced around the little coffee shop, checking if anyone was watching. When he determined no one was looking, he reached out to grab her flying kiss and placed it on his chest, above his heart.

Happy first anniversary to us, Mrs. Hermione Malfoy.