This piece was inspired by Broadway Coffeehouse in Salem, Oregon. It truly is a lovely place to write, drink tea, or soak in the atmosphere.

Mornings at Crumbley's Coffee were the best part to Hermione's day. It wasn't the cappucino, or even the chocolate croissants that kept Hermione coming back, it was Draco Malfoy. Nearly every day for the past two years she had watched him drink his morning coffee, and he had watched her. They never sat at the same table, and always kept a respectable distance so as not to draw attention, but had developed a romance in secret smiles and quick winks.

Discretion had always been essential, for he was a married man, and she a married woman. Hermione spent her days thinking of Draco, and at night went home to her husband while never mentioning the romance blossoming over coffee and pastries.

In the two years of their visits to Crumbley's neither Draco nor Hermione had ever brought their spouse. They arrived alone, they sat alone, and they left alone, so it was a great surprise to Hermione when she enetered the coffeeshop one morning to see Draco in the company of beautiful Astoria Greengrass. She drank her coffee silently as she watched the pair, Astoria laughed seductively and played with a silky black curl fallen down from her chignon, Draco smiled and leaned in, intent on their conversation. Hermione felt jealous of the witch, and it frustrated her further. She chose to forego the rest of her croissant, dumping it in the trash and storming out to the street filled with witches and wizards. With a pop Hermione was gone, headed to her office.

Not an hour later, Hermione received a delivery of cappucino and a box of Crumbley's Coffee Fresh Baked Chocolate Croissants. Inside was a note that read:

My Love,

Sorry to bring her to our place, but I couldn't bear the thought of breakfast with Astoria when I could be looking at you. The meeting went rather well, you'll be pleased to hear the merger can continue as planned.

I saw you didn't finish breakfast today and don't want you to go hungry all morning.

Counting the hours till we return home,

Love,

Your Husband