Coffee Shop
(a/n: this takes place five years after Hogwarts)
"Weasley!" A plump man called.
"Yeah?" a young man, who looked as if he was in his early twenties, answered.
"Break! Smithy, you're in!" The man was frantically wiping counters and trying to gesture at Smithy and Wealsey.
Magical Muggle-Style Coffee was just past peak time. Weasley gladly took off his apron and sighed. He loved working at the coffee shop and it had become almost a second home. He loved seeing new people everyday along with his regulars.
The young man pocketed his name tag reading "Ron", and headed upstairs to the break room. "Ronnie, dear!" a dark-haired beauty said. It was Trina Wallen, Ron's girlfriend of three years. She got up from her seat and kissed him firmly on the lips.
"Hey." Ron smiled at her and kissed back. He settled next to her on the loveseat.
"Guess what!" Trina teased excitedly.
"Um... what?"
"I got tickets for tonight's concert!" Trina pulled out two envelopes, each with the official Goblin's Creek seal. Ron and Trina shared a common interest in the popular wizard band.
"Oh, my gosh! How did you-?" The young man's mouth dropped open as he took one of the envelopes, gingerly.
"I have connections... Anyway, come over at eight, and use your broom, my fireplace is getting fixed... So," she said to Ron's dropped jaw, "Are you coming?"
"Of course!" was the immediate answer.
"Okay, remember, eight o'clock tonight." She got up to finish her shift as her name was called. "See you then!" She gave him a peck on the cheek and left.
Ron settled back down on the bench, overflowing with excitement and nerves. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to propose and tonight the moment might come. He fingered the ring in his pocket as he reviewed his memorized speech. Trina, I've never met anyone so wonderful before...
"Weasley!" a voice growled from below. "You're in!"
"Coming, sir!" Ron replied as he grabbed his apron.
Ron clocked in and took over the counter for his friend Mike. A few stragglers were slowly sipping caffeine from porcelain mugs.
They all left eventually and Ron was wiping counters. "Bye, sweetie, see you tonight." The sing-song voice startled Ron.
"Huh? What?" he looked up, it was Trina. She bounced out the door, swishing her straight, brown hair. "Oh, yeah, bye," Ron said, blushing, but she was already gone.
In only a half hour, his shift would be over as well. He sighed looking past the empty coffee shop and out into Diagon Alley. His thoughts were disturbed when a costumer burst through the doors. It was a young woman with long, curly, brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She looked as though she had just rolled out of bed, wearing no make-up and her hair being as untamed as it was.
"Quick," she said. "I need a large coffee, black."
"Sure, are you late?" Ron didn't usually make conversation with costumers, but this one seemed oddly familiar. He glanced at the book she plopped down on the counter, The Ministry; A History, and dropped the mug he was holding. It shattered. "Hermione?" He said, aghast.
The customer looked at him curiously. How did he know her name? And then she recognized him. "Omigosh, R-ron!" Hermione stuttered.
"What are you doing here?" His shock overtook him and he stumbled. "YEE-OUCH!" Ron howled as he stepped on a piece of porcelain.
"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione repressed a giggle. "Reparo," She waved her wand at the floor. The shards arranged themselves into a whole at Ron's feet.
"Thanks," He muttered embarrassed. "So..."
"Ron, I'd love to chat, but I have to get to work." She turned to leave.
"Wait- your coffee," Ron handed her a take-out mug and a lid. "It's on me."
She smiled. "Thank you, see you around, I guess."