KISSES ─ h.p. imagines.

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(Y/N) worked as a waitress in The Three Broomsticks, ever since she left Hogwarts. Her dreams of becoming an auror were crushed when they told her that she didn't have the qualifications to become one. Sure, she had passed all her exams, but they said she wasn't good enough. Still, she didn't mind working at The Three Broomsticks. There were regular customers who she got along well with, and she often got large tips from most of them. It was hard work, but she wasn't afraid of that.

On the odd occasion, she would find herself serving her old classmates, who all, unlike her, were well dressed, well paid, and of course, dating or married to someone. She felt a little intimidated by them, but they didn't treat her like she was less than them. She always felt lucky to have such caring people for friends.

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"Oh hello, Harry, Ginny!" she exclaimed, seating them at a table by the window. Harry helped Ginny ease into her chair, her swollen tummy getting in the way.

"Here, let me," said (Y/N) , kindly. With a swish of her wand, the wooden chair turned into a squashy armchair, and Ginny sighed in relief.

"Thanks, big sis," she said, resting a hand on her stomach. "The minute this little guy is born I'm going to find the world's comfiest armchair and live in it."

(Y/N) smiled fondly at the two. "What can I get you both?" she asked, taking out a quill and a notepad.

"I'll have fish fingers and whipped cream with a side of chocolate sauce," Ginny announced. (Y/N) didn't question it and jotted down her order. She understood cravings.

"And you, Harry?"

"Just a lamb chop and veg, thanks," he said, quickly. He looked slightly alarmed by Ginny's order. (Y/N) nodded and chuckled to herself as she went off to the kitchen.
When she entered, however, it was empty. Where the fuck is everyone?

She found a note on the counter top.

Marcus is ill. Rosa is on holiday and I'm at home caring for my mother. Whoever is at work today please do your very best to run the place until I'm back. Apologies.

- Madam Rosmerta

(Y/N) gave a weary sigh. She had been working since seven o'clock that morning and now it was nearing half eight in the evening.

She shook her tiredness away, fiercely. She can manage.

(Y/N) set to work, charming knives to chop fish, roll them in breadcrumbs and fry the strips. She cooked the lamb, while grabbing a can of whipped cream from the fridge.

"WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?" she panicked, searching furiously. Finally finding it, she grabbed all the dishes and placed them on plates.

Finally, she swung the kitchen doors open and walked up to their table.

"That was fast!" said Ginny, surprised, as (Y/N) set the plate in front of her.

"Was it? I thought it'd take longer 'cause it was just me cooking," (Y/N) said, straightening up again. Her back was aching.

Harry dropped his fork with a clatter. "You did this by yourself?" he asked.
"Yeah?" she replied. "But where's everyone else?" he queried, looking furious.

"Oh, uh, they all left early," she said, quickly. Harry looked unconvinced, but didn't pry any further.

(Y/N) went back to the kitchen to clean up. With a wave of her wand the dishes were getting scrubbed by the sponges in the sink.