Hermione/Draco
Hermione couldn’t stop her breath from hitching as she pulled open the cafe door to see him steaming milk behind the counter.
The small, insignificant crush she’d been harboring on her local barista had hit an all time high last week when they exchanged names and he responded, “Your beauty could sail ships too.” Not only could he make the best masala chai she’d ever tasted, but now he was a handsome, fit, tattooed marvel who could reference Homer.
So she’d been in every day that week, that was entirely because of the drinks and ambiance of the cafe, and not Draco.
He pulled two espresso shots and poured them into a large mug. “What’ll it be, love?”
“Masala chai,” she took a small step forward, “With almond milk please.”
“Favorite drink for my favorite girl.”
Her mouth dropped open before he turned to hand the cup to his coworker.
She watched his arm flex as he secured the espresso wand, tightening it as his henley sleeves rode up to expose the tattoos she’d imagined covered well above his wrists. She bit her lip as he turned to get the almond milk from the bottom fridge. The gap in his chambray apron exposed the perfect curve of his arse.
Someone called his name and it shook her from her daydreaming long enough to step out of the way.
“No whip mocha for Jennifer.” Was shouted from the opposite direction.
He leaned over the counter quickly and she tried not to zero in on his jaw flexing as he scanned the crowd for her.
“Do you like it dirty?”
“Pardon?” She asked in disbelief.
“Do you like sex dirty?” He winked.
“Ah, erm,” Her voice caught in her throat. The sound of the steaming milk caused her to shake her head.
“This machine is so loud,” he leaned further, “I said would you like the chai dirty? I can add a shot of espresso.”
Hermione’s nerves couldn’t possibly handle that, but something about the way he eye fucked her had her questioning if she’d heard anything accurately. She nodded her head yes in response; it’s all she could manage.
“Half calf cappuccino for Dalton!”
She stepped back again and did her best to people watch and not fixate on his wrist muscles as he cleaned the steaming wand up and down, up and down.
When his eyes met hers again her blush had fully crept up her neck to bloom over her cheeks.
“You’re a dirty little slut, Hermione.”
She swallowed hard seeing the lust in his eyes as he called for her.
“I have a dirty masala chai for Hermione.” When she reached for the cup their hands brushed and she decided she would stay until close.
Two hours later the other two employees waved goodbye and left through the front door. Hermione had done her best to work on her laptop or read but it had been a herculean task to ignore him. Any moment he looked up to find her caused a shiver to go up her spine.
As he stacked the last mugs on the shelf she garnered her courage to approach him again.
If he was surprised to still see her there, he didn’t show it.
He gestured to the espresso machine. “Did you want something else?”
She scanned over her shoulder to confirm the cafe was still empty before she looked up and said, “Surprise me.”
She watched his Adam's apple bob and he cleared his throat before he hurdled over the counter to take her jaw in his hand.
She let a small gasp fall from her lips as she stepped back, her heart rate surely betraying all of her feelings.
“I’m glad you stayed,” he smiled, as he ran his hand up and down her cheek.
“What can I say,” she giggled, “I’m just such a slut for your chai.”
He would confirm it later that week as he fucked her on the kitchen counter of his flat, chai spices scattered all over the floor.