Title: Grande or Venti? Pairing: SS/HG, DM/HP Rating: G Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. Making no money. Summary: Luna is having a costume party. Snape is having a drink. Draco is having none of it. Notes: I hope you like this, lzybthmitchell. I had lots of fun writing it!
"Is Severus… smiling?" Draco shudders violently. "Granger, what did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything. It was Luna."
"Lovegood. Of course."
"All Luna did was offer him a drink," says Harry. "In costume."
"She took this costume party idea very seriously," says Hermione.
"Luna's version of seriously," says Harry. "Otherwise known as… unique."
"Is that a Gryffindor way of saying insane? Look at that ensemble."
"It's just an apron," says Harry. "And tiny fluttering Snitch wings. And a unicorn horn. And a lot of glitter."
"Granger, you're the muggleborn. Surely that's not accurate."
"Of course not," says Hermione. "Except for the apron, of course."
"What did she say she was, again?" asks Harry.
"A barista."
Draco raises a slender eyebrow. "Which is…?"
"She makes coffee drinks."
"Coffee drinks?"
"Like the one she gave Severus. A latte. Pumpkin spice."
Snape is still gazing adoringly at his cup. "It is… extraordinary."
"This is horrifying," says Draco. "Harry? Take me home."
"Sorry, Hermione. I guess we have to leave."
Once they've gone, Severus smirks. "I believe you mentioned something about despising these so-called double dates?"
Hermione settles against his arm and grins slowly. "You are a brilliantly wicked man."