The tale of two caffeine addicts.

Hello my fellow fanfic-ers! Yes. My username has been in hibernation. And a new story does not mean that I have been away at some fanfiction how-to boot camp and have returned, goddess of stories. It means I have been on… vacation. Heh. Heh. Well I'm back. And my head's a little fuzzy. So bear with me while I whip up this story from my caffeine inspiration.

Recently, I've become a caffeine addict and I have thought of this story while sipping a nice warm cup of cappuccino.

I'm thinking of this really neat and creative idea of naming all the chapters to a specific Peet's coffee blend. And if you have no idea what I'm saying by Peet's coffee, SHAME ON YOU! I'm just playing. I know Peet's coffee doesn't exist in every part of the world like Starbucks or something.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this quick fuzzy little story. Bear with me a little; the beginning will be sort of boring.

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Chapter 1: Maduro Blend

Serendipity was a quaint store, barely noticeable, but once noticed was unforgettable. Its brother store, literally brother store, was the infamous joke shop owned by the remarkable business men, Fred and George Weasley. Serendipity had an inspirational resemblance to a country cottage; its windows were framed with a bitter brown mahogany wood and the door would look incredibly familiar to any wizard who has ever visited the burrow.

This coffee shop was not Three Broomsticks and did not even compare to Madame Puddifoot's but its customers were frequent, expert drinkers who knew no taste of coffee besides Serendipity's coffee.

And anyone in their right mind, who really knew coffee, knew that Serendipity was indeed Utopia of genuine coffee.

Ginny Weasley had founded the store, sought Luna Lovegood for financial support and Bill and Fleur's adolescent children, Spencer and Gabrielle, for the slave work. The poor twins had Ginny's strict and distinct coffee brewing methods engraved into their brains since the age of 5 by Ginny and never felt at home without the aroma of fresh coffee beans in the air. 10 years later, at the age of 15, both the twins could make the perfect cup of coffee in their sleep.

Before Spencer and his sister Gabrielle were born, the Weasleys and the Delacours had a seven month battle of bets regarding the color of the unborn babies' hair. Would the part Veela genetic code win over the undying stubborn red? In the end, the twins ended up with orange hair, but as years flew by, Spencer's orange began fading to the Veela blond hair and Gabrielle's had matured to a Weasley red hair.

Spencer himself was born with the genetics to be another Weasley giant and the Healers and predicted him to even pass the benchmark point of six feet. But the consummation of caffeine starting as a toddler (all thanks to their dear aunt Ginny) had stunted his growth by half a foot and he stood as just a moderately tall young man. Poor Gabrielle was half a foot shorter at 5 foot 2.

That summer day, Spencer was behind the counter, ploughing through the dullest book he had ever encountered in his life. The words on the page became warped once in a while, expanding, then shrinking, then jumbling up and creating a large blob of black ink on the page. But our brave Spencer didn't give up. After all. He is a fighter. Yes… Anyways, a tinkling of the bells woke him up and he smiled at the doorway.

"Hey, Jimmy. The regular?"

"You know it, Spence."

"How's everything going at home?"

"Oh, it's great. My little sister's going to be starting school this year." Jimmy said excitedly. Jimmy was Spencer's roommate, a fellow Gryffindor.

"Really, now! Say congrats to Stephie for me. And how are things with your uh… girlfriend?" Spencer asked, snorting.

Jimmy laughed. "We broke up. You know my specialties are summer flings. And Joanne caught me with Diane."

"How could you be so careless?!"

"Hey, I thought Joanne was out of town. It's not my fault she's a trustless girlfriend."

"She's not a trustless girlfriend, Jimmy. She's a smart one."

"Ah, well, that's enough about me. So, Spence, there's talk that you've got the Prefect badge."

"McGonagall was smoking something when she gave it to me."

"Nah, don't be modest. Did Gaby get the other one?"

Spencer chuckled. "You know how irresponsible Gaby is. But Gaby got captain."

"No way! A fifth year Quidditch captain?"

"Well after Stockholm graduated last year, Gaby's the only other choice left. You know the rest of them are hopeless."

Jimmy smacked Spencer's arm. "That's why I'm saying you ought to join."

"I don't have much time for Quidditch. And if I join, you know Gaby will take that captain title and slaughter me."

"True, she's a feisty one." Spencer caught a glint in Jimmy's eye and immediately locked him in a headlock.

"You lay a finger on my sister and I will make sure you have no fingers to ever touch her again."

"I got it, I got it!" Jimmy choked. Spencer let go, laughing. "Jesus Christ, Spence, I was just kidding. Anyways, mum wants me back soon so whip me up that mocha please."

Spencer nodded, his hands automatically blending the rich, chocolate café mocha while Jimmy examined his fingers whistling. In barely a minute, Jimmy traded in two galleons in exchange for the cup of utter delight.

"See you September, prefect."

"And you too, reject."

Jimmy laughed as he swung open the door only to come face to face with Ginny who was entering her shop.

"Hey, Ginny."

"Hey Jimmy. How's everything? How's your girlfriend?"

"She caught me with Diane last week."

"Oh, you careless boy. You take care, all right? Enjoy that mocha."

"You know I will."

The door closed behind Ginny. "Thanks for covering for me today, Spence. You can go home if you want."

"I can't focus at home with Gaby running around screaming all the time."

"A vivacious girl she is."

"A bloody obnoxious girl she is."

Ginny chuckled. "Well then, you make yourself at home. Want a peppermint latte?"

"Peppermint latte? Is that a new drink you're adding to the menu?"

"I'm trying it out. Experiment. Care to be the first tester?"

"I'd love to be."

Ginny tied up her hair into a quick ponytail and her hands went to work. After a few minutes of careful measurements and whipping, Ginny carried a small mug to Spencer who was spread out on the corduroy velvet couch.

Spencer nodded in satisfaction at the aged aroma and took a small sip. Ginny watched him with curious eyes.

"And…"

"It's good… it doesn't have as much acidity as I expected but it has a pretty full body anyways. It's nice. Very clean."

"Mm that's not good enough. I want a wild, complex, rich drink."

"You won't go very far with just peppermint."

"Yeah, I realized that. Maybe a little…" Ginny trailed off, heading back behind the counter.

"Citrus?" Spencer suggested.

"Yes, but too much of that makes it more fruity instead of rich. I would need to make it a peppermint cappuccino with citrus and dark chocolate. How does that sound?"

"I've got to break it to you but I have never seen a combination like that."

Ginny didn't reply and Spencer doubted that she even heard him. A few minutes later, Ginny came back with another cup.

"Try it."

Spencer took the cup and sipped. Overwhelmingly intense tangy bitterness melted over his taste buds.

Ginny smiled, already knowing the answer.

"It's perfect."

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Draco Malfoy was an immaculate person. The two most important necessities in his life were cleanliness and coffee. So after 24 hours caffeine free and trudging through, lost in the dust and grimes of Knockturn Alley and finally finding salvation at the mouth of Diagon Alley, Draco Malfoy was not a very happy person.

It was dark now, and cries of desperation screamed in his head as he scanned the street for an open store. Any open store. Draco pulled himself and his bag down the streets, each "closed" sign throwing him into a deeper state of depression.

Then, he almost missed it. He could barely even call it a store and he almost walked right by it if there had not been a man walking quickly by him, bumping Draco's shoulder, causing Draco to turn his head sharply and coming face to face with serendipity. In irony, the cottage he saw had a country-esque sign reading Serendipity. Its lights dimmed so faintly through the window but more importantly, it was open.

With a very un-Malfoy-esque squeak, Draco grabbed his bag tighter and stumbled into the coffee shop. Without caring if anyone heard at all, he gasped. "Give me anything with caffeine please. Now. Please."

"A red eye for you, then." He heard. Draco barely muttered a thank you before collapsing on a soft sofa. In moments, his never failing medicine and source of blood appeared in front of him, the immediate aroma of earthy bittersweetness satisfying all his senses. Draco drank very slowly, savoring each drop of his espresso drink. Either he was very fatigued or this coffee shop was indeed brilliant, but he had never tasted coffee as perfect as the one he grasped in his hand.

Draco closed his eyes, and placed the empty cup on the table gently. He was speechless for a few moments then faced the counter.

"That was the most phenomenal coffee I have ever tasted in the thirty years I've been alive."

The woman behind the counter grinned widely. "This is your first time at Serendipity isn't it."

"And it won't be my last. And all this time I thought Madame Puddifoot's had good coffee."

The woman chuckled. "You have a taste for good coffee, then. Would you like to try a new drink I'm trying out?"

"I would like to try every drink in this shop."

"You'll get there." She finished stirring the cup she had been making when the man entered, and set it in front of him. "Try this. You'll be my second tester today."

Draco took a whiff of the coffee cup in his hand and scrunched his eyebrows in curiosity. "A peppermint cappuccino?"

"Just try it."

Hesitantly, Draco took a small sip, the insides of his mouth exploding.

"Holy Merlins!"

"It's missing something."

"It is, but I'm afraid what kind of orgasm a normal human will get from drinking this when it's fully complete." Draco shuddered and attached his lips to the cup again.

She chuckled. "But what if that's the secret motives behind my drinks?"

"Well you're getting very close. This drink just needs a foundation to build its body on. Right now, it's a crazy fanfare of flavors that clash into one cup and it needs some sort of base."

"But I was trying to make a wild cup."

Draco heaved. "Oh, it's wild all right. But trust me, find something go act as the core and it won't lose any of its vivacity."

"You're right. Thank you. Are you new to this town?"

"Not quite. It's just been a while. I've just been given a job to teach at Hogwarts."

"Really? What subject?"

"I actually do not know that yet. It was just some last minute emergency call of desperation." (A/N: actually, it's because I can't think of what professor he could be. XD SUGGESTIONS?)

"Well, you look like a mess."

"Thank you. Thank you very much. I accidentally flooed to Diagon Alley and you know how that place is a no-apparation zone. I've been wandering around there the entire day."

"You came to the right place. There's no better medicine than coffee."

Draco smiled and watched her walk back behind the counter. "Thank you for… both the coffees. Do you work here?"

"I own this place." Ginny grabbed a rag next to her and began wiping the counter clean.

"Well, thank you for the coffee. Say, you never told me your name."

"Oh, I'm Ginny. Ginny Weasley."

Draco choked. "Ginny Weasley?"

"Yes. What about you?"

Draco stood up and strode over to the counter. Now, under the light, Ginny squinted a bit, racking her memories to remember who this man was.

"I'm Draco Malfoy."

Ginny dropped her rag.

"Draco Malfoy?"

Draco nodded, scratching his head, flushed with embarrassment. He had just come practically crawling into this store, begging for coffee. To Ginny Weasley. "I'm sorry." He muttered.

Ginny continued to stare and then sighed. "It's been over a decade since I've seen you last. There's nothing to be 'sorry' about. You helped me with my new drink and complimented my coffee."

Draco shrugged and then made his way back to the sofa to grab his bag. He put down five galleons on the table. "Thank you for the coffee."

Ginny gave a small, forced smile and waved him good bye.

The thing she was most worried about, however, was the fact that Draco Malfoy was going to be a Hogwarts professor.

Ginny laughed.

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I hope this story sounds good. I know, it's the first chapter and all and it was quite boring and dragged out but a writer's got to make their introductions and things, you know. It'll get better by the time the twins get to Hogwarts. I hope.

Anyways, you know, I can't make a story without YOUR help and REVIEWS. So please review and feel free to leave lots… and lots… and lots… and lots of more suggestions.

Oh yeah, and what subject do you think Draco should teach?

Anyways, tell me everything from the good to bad to the ugly and etc etc.

And now on the brighter note:

About the Maduro Blend.

(I'm copying this almost straight from the Peet's coffee description and recommendations little booklet I picked up. Go visit Peets dot com for more.)

Named for the Indonesian island, maduro is also the Spanish word for "ripe." This blend cinsists of full bodied coffees from the world's three major growing regions. Latin American coffee contributes lively acidity and spiciness; East African coffee adds hints of fruit and floral overtones. Together these coffees add up to a rich brew of maximum intensity and fullness.

Later, biatches!

Love always