A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hogwarts Gym

Oliver Wood's Quidditch Training Camp

4: Squats - Write a Coffee Shop!au

April Auction

Day 4 - Auction 2 - Restrictions: Only two characters featured

Insane Prompt challenge

395 AU – Coffee Shop

Word count: 561

Every night it was the same, a little routine she had come to relish.

"Good evening Remus," she called when the little bell on the door chimed at half past eight. Hermione had opened The Open Book Coffee And Tea Shop about a year ago. Remus had started coming three months ago. She remembered the day he'd first walked in.

"Hermione," Remus greeted her. He'd learned her name from the gold name tag she wore with her usually pink jumper.

"The usual tonight?" she asked half read to pour his usual cup of tea.

"Got anything stronger?" She blinked.

"Actually, yes. I've got a new blend which is supposed to be fairly strong."

"A cup of that then." Hermione busied herself making the tea, adding just the right amount of sugar, and watching Remus at the same time. He seemed more on edge than usual.

"Want to talk about it?" she asked setting the cup in front of him. "I'm a pretty good listener." Remus gave her a smile.

"One of my friends is getting married."

"And you're wondering where you happily ever after is?" she asked. She knew that feeling well enough. All around her, her friends were settling down with families. She had opened a coffee shop.

"Something like that," Remus replied running his fingers through his sandy hair.

"Is there someone you've got your eye on?" she asked after a moment. She didn't know what she was expecting him to say, but she knew what she hoped he would say.

"Sort of, I don't think she feels the same about me. She hasn't given me any indication she sees me as more than...never mind." Hermione frowned trying to decipher this statement.

"Sorry to bother you with all of this Hermione."

"I asked, didn't I?"

"You should probably get back to work," Remus commented. Hermione felt like laughing, but nodded slowly.

"You're right, the coffee press won't clean itself." She gave Remus one last smile before disappearing into the back room. She started washing the dishes just out of Remus' line of sight. She could still see him.

He sipped on his tea, read the book he'd pulled from his bag. Hermione recognized it as a best seller from a few years ago. She'd read it several times already. She made a mental note to ask him about it. Remus took another drink and froze, his eyes moving the bottom of the disposable cup, where Hermione usually wrote the customer's name. Instead, there was a string of numbers and Hermione's own name. He smiled.

"Hermione?"

"Did you need something else?" she asked stepping back out into the dining room drying her hands on a towel. She tried not to bite her bottom lip. She always did that when she was nervous.

"A date, I think, if I'm understanding this," he gestured to the cup, "correctly."

"You are," she replied with a smile. She'd been wanting to ask him out for nearly two weeks, only just now finding the courage.

"Dinner sometime?"

"I get off early on Tuesday. If that works for you?"

"It does. I'll pick you up here?" Hermione nodded.

"Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow," Remus stated.

"Tomorrow," Hermione agreed with a smile. She watched Remus leave and couldn't stop herself from doing a happy dance. She'd finally done, she'd finally asked Remus out and he'd said 'yes'!