Attractions
By MJM*Mudblood
( A/N : Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once, I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own any of the characters or themes in this Fanfic (unless otherwise stated.) Enjoy and remember, A good reader is a great reviewer. Maybe.)
Episode 1 : Beauty and the Muggle
Chapter One
A mouldy pumpkin, a damp cloth and a cup of coffee. Hermione briskly tided the counter then dived behind it to serve the next paying customer. It was six. Only half an hour till closing time. Hermione cheered in her head before giving the man the his cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. It had been a long day. She couldn't wait to throw her self down on the sofa and tell Ron about. Three spillages, a crazy dog and a whole rugby team that want a dozen freshly made sandwiches and a look up her skirt. And her boss hadn't been much of a help whisking in and out all day like a customer.
"Just the usual please Hermy." Hermione had been so busy she hadn't even noticed it was Jerald when she'd asked the next in line what he wanted. Jerald lived just down the hallway. A nice man with nice teeth, that's how Hermione always recognised him. She quickly grabbed him his usual order, a cup of decaf coffee, a flapjack and a small slice of apple pie before throwing down her apron and marching over to Arthur Price, her boss.
"Arthur can I leave ?" She asked from behind him. The only two customers in the café were Jerald and the guy with the muffin.
"Sure," Arthur said without turning, he was deeply interested in the café's new slot machine. The place had five, Arthur was a gambling nut. None of customers used them. Hermione coughed.
"Oh right, yeah," Arthur half muttered still shoving coins in the machine. "Take it out the till." It was a good job Hermione was trust worthy, any of Arthur's other waitress would have took double, and often did. Hermione grabbed her share, tipped up her tips pot (two pound fell out) and made her way to the door. She didn't make it far.
"Jesus ! I'm sorry," The man who had knock Hermione over said as he offered her his hand.
"Yeah, well..." But Hermione stopped dead. She could no longer say 'watch where your going' She was caught in his eyes. His velvet blue eyes that screamed to be stared at. She then turn to his rugged chin and dazzling smile before climbing to her feet. The man let go of her hand and walked away apologising again. Suddenly Hermione had no urge to go home. She sat with him at the bar as Arthur, angry at having to leave his machine, gave him his tea and cookie.
"Have you been in before ?" Hermione asked out of the blue.
"Sure."
"When ?" The man turned to look at her, Hermione could tell he felt integrated
"Everyday, around noon." Damn, Hermione thought. She started at one.
"Why ?"
"Just wondered," Hermione watched him eat, so neat, so tidy. "You like sports ?" Hermione knew most men liked sports but didn't really know where to go if the answer was yes. Quiditch was the only sport she followed.
"No," The man admitted, "I'm a book man myself."
Now that was something Hermione could talk about.
By MJM*Mudblood
( A/N : Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once, I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own any of the characters or themes in this Fanfic (unless otherwise stated.) Enjoy and remember, A good reader is a great reviewer. Maybe.)
Episode 1 : Beauty and the Muggle
Chapter One
A mouldy pumpkin, a damp cloth and a cup of coffee. Hermione briskly tided the counter then dived behind it to serve the next paying customer. It was six. Only half an hour till closing time. Hermione cheered in her head before giving the man the his cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. It had been a long day. She couldn't wait to throw her self down on the sofa and tell Ron about. Three spillages, a crazy dog and a whole rugby team that want a dozen freshly made sandwiches and a look up her skirt. And her boss hadn't been much of a help whisking in and out all day like a customer.
"Just the usual please Hermy." Hermione had been so busy she hadn't even noticed it was Jerald when she'd asked the next in line what he wanted. Jerald lived just down the hallway. A nice man with nice teeth, that's how Hermione always recognised him. She quickly grabbed him his usual order, a cup of decaf coffee, a flapjack and a small slice of apple pie before throwing down her apron and marching over to Arthur Price, her boss.
"Arthur can I leave ?" She asked from behind him. The only two customers in the café were Jerald and the guy with the muffin.
"Sure," Arthur said without turning, he was deeply interested in the café's new slot machine. The place had five, Arthur was a gambling nut. None of customers used them. Hermione coughed.
"Oh right, yeah," Arthur half muttered still shoving coins in the machine. "Take it out the till." It was a good job Hermione was trust worthy, any of Arthur's other waitress would have took double, and often did. Hermione grabbed her share, tipped up her tips pot (two pound fell out) and made her way to the door. She didn't make it far.
"Jesus ! I'm sorry," The man who had knock Hermione over said as he offered her his hand.
"Yeah, well..." But Hermione stopped dead. She could no longer say 'watch where your going' She was caught in his eyes. His velvet blue eyes that screamed to be stared at. She then turn to his rugged chin and dazzling smile before climbing to her feet. The man let go of her hand and walked away apologising again. Suddenly Hermione had no urge to go home. She sat with him at the bar as Arthur, angry at having to leave his machine, gave him his tea and cookie.
"Have you been in before ?" Hermione asked out of the blue.
"Sure."
"When ?" The man turned to look at her, Hermione could tell he felt integrated
"Everyday, around noon." Damn, Hermione thought. She started at one.
"Why ?"
"Just wondered," Hermione watched him eat, so neat, so tidy. "You like sports ?" Hermione knew most men liked sports but didn't really know where to go if the answer was yes. Quiditch was the only sport she followed.
"No," The man admitted, "I'm a book man myself."
Now that was something Hermione could talk about.