AN: 1/11/17: GO BACK AND REREAD CHAPTER TWO! I have edited the story and inserted a new chapter there.

Blaise was just walking out of his favourite café run by the enterprising Hannah Longbottom, nee Abbot, clutching a large triple shot cappuccino. He had been working some very long hours lately and found he needed the boost in the mornings. Stepping out of the door he was immediately jostled as someone ran into him, spilling his entire coffee down the front of his robes.

"Oh, Merlin! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking.. Zabini?"

Blaise looked up from where he was trying to mop up the mess to the familiar voice of Potter. He arched an eyebrow at the dark-haired man who was wearing entirely muggle clothes. Dark, fitted jeans, light grey round-collared shirt and a leather jacket completed his outfit.

"Here, let me," Harry said, aiming his wand at Zabini's attire and cleaning it of coffee. "I really am sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry. Let me buy you a new one as an apology."

Blaise inclined his head at the offer and stepped back inside the café, "why are you in a hurry this time Potter? Hot date?"

Harry flashed him a grin as he followed him inside, "something like that." Blaise wondered for a moment why his stomach clenched uncomfortably at the thought. "Hannah!" Harry called out in greeting, as he walked quickly up to the counter.

"Harry," replied the blonde, smiling back at him, she glanced at Blaise who was now coffeeless and chuckled, "you didn't spill another customer's coffee in your eagerness to come in did you?"

Harry ran a hand through his hair sheepishly as he shrugged, "you know me, can't wait to see my precious girl."

Hannah laughed again, "she's upstairs waiting for you. You'd better hurry before she thinks you've stood her up again."

Harry grimaced, "I didn't mean to cancel last time, we had a case.."

Hannah interrupted him, "I know that, and she knows that, but she's still terribly excited about today."

Harry nodded before looking back at Blaise, "I am sorry again, Hannah will fix you up another drink. I need to get going though. I'm sure we'll run into each other again," he finished with a small grin.

Blaise returned the smile with a smirk of his own, "of that I have no doubt, Potter. Perhaps though next time, you can check to see if I'm holding a hot beverage?" Harry blushed and nodded and then quickly bolted up the stairs.

Hannah surreptitiously watched Blaise watching Harry as she prepared his coffee again and decided to tease him a little. "Sorry about Harry's abruptness, it's just he's a little eager for today. He's had to put this outing off a few times now and he hates disappointing her."

"Oh?" Blaise asked, his eyes leaving the staircase and trying to feign disinterest in the topic.

Hannah nodded, "Yes, they've had this planned for months now, but something always seems to come up." She said as she handed him the coffee cup.

"Right," replied Blaise, as he took the cup from Hannah he wondered how long he could get away with lingering in the café. Deciding that he really couldn't as he'd been on his way out already, he thanked her and left. He quickly walked across the street and noticing a second-hand bookstore across the road, decided to peruse the titles as he waited to see if Harry would make an appearance. He had almost finished his coffee when the bell of the café chimed cheerfully. Blaise glanced up to see Potter exit the café with a little blonde girl, who was the spitting image of the woman he had made his coffee every morning for the last few weeks. She couldn't be more than three or four years old, the realisation that she was Longbottom's daughter caused something inside him to relax. He watched Potter swing her up onto his shoulders and walk down the street towards the apparation point.

Vanishing his now empty coffee cup, he resumed his walk down the street whistling a jaunty little tune.