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It wasn't a pleasant Sunday at all for Hermione Granger. She just broke up with her boyfriend liked a few hours ago. Luckily, she does not have to walk far to grab a cup of coffee. It is just nearby her apartment. She was so depressed and trying force herself to get out of bed in the morning.

She magically changed her clothes into something warmer and a little of magical makeup. She looks at herself in the mirror. She grew to be a more mature version of herself. The only change to be seen is that she had a long blonde wavy hair. Well, it used to be brown, but after a little magical incident with the Weasley's twin, her once messy brown hair turned into blonde. She was furious, but slowly adapt with her new colored hair. She did go to St. Mungo, but the healers could not find a counter spell for it. She had to make sure that she at least had a considerable decent look before going out or else the wizzrazzi will snap her picture without makeup. She wouldn't want to be on the front cover again. She remembered when her hair color was changed, she was all over the newspaper and magazines.

When she walks into the restaurant, she realized the restaurant was empty. A waiter who stood nearby told her, "I'm sorry Miss Granger. We will be closed at least the next half an hour."

"I just need a cup of coffee," she said sternly. She was obviously wasn't in a good mood, and now she couldn't have her cup of coffee, which makes her more furious. She squints her eyes and looks around. She forgot to wear her contact lenses. She saw a man in his late twenties sitting at her favorite place. He had a blonde platinum faux hawk hair; to her annoyance reminds her of the ferret, Draco Malfoy.

He gave a signal to the waiter, telling that it is okay for Hermione to be in the restaurant. The waiter later ushered Hermione to the nearest table, but she prefers to go to her favorite table. She knew it was kind of rude. She sat opposite that man. The waiter let go a soft gasp and then trying to remain calm. He nodded his head showing that it is okay. The waiter later left them alone.

"I'm sorry, but I used to sit here while having my coffee," Hermione tried to make a conversation. He looks up and caught Hermione with his eyes. He stared at the young witch whom is in her early 20; she had a blonde long wavy hair, dressed up in a dark blue-cloak, her brown eyes screaming showing that she is rather an intelligent know-it-all.

"Hmmm-"he replied to her; he obviously was not interested in making conversation. Getting back with his toast and reading the book that he was holding.

"Quidditch Junkie," Hermione read the title of the book. "I know the author. He used to be my senior in Hogwarts. He is currently played for the Puddlemere United." She tried to make a conversation again. Well, it was obvious that everyone knew that Oliver Wood is the author of Quiddicth Junkie and played as keeper for the Puddlemere United. "I wasn't into quidditch. I love book, but I never read anything about quidditch before."

Blake knew she was trying hard to grab his attention, and maybe she was sorry that she chooses to sit at her 'favorite place' instead of other tables in the restaurant. He rented out the whole restaurant earlier, and she may sit anywhere she wanted.

"Miss Granger, here's your coffee" the waiter gently put down the cup on the table. Hermione inhaled the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. Somehow, her stress slowly subsides.

Are you were going to smell the coffee or are you going to drink it?"Blake asked her. She was awoken from what had gone through her mind. Her brown eyes stared at his striking blue-grey eyes. She never saw something that so beautiful before. "It's getting cold soon." His voice shook her to reality again.

"Oh-" she shortly replied to him and slowly sipping her warmth coffee. She tried to glance at him once more. It seems that he was busy reading his book.

He was surprised that the young woman stares at him blankly. It almost captivated it seems. Without taking his eyes off her, as he analyzes more on Hermione. She looks friendly her presumed based on his behavior. She wasn't afraid to approach stranger and talk to a stranger. Well, she was a war hero after all. Alongside Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, they used to be called Golden Trio. In fact, without them, the wizard community will still have been living under suppression and the fear of you-know-who.

Hermione look at her watch. She wasn't aware that she had been there for two hour and half. The silence and soft music that played by the musician in the restaurant had made her lost track.

"Excuse me," She stands up and pardon herself. "I'll be going now."

She walks towards the cashier wanted to pay for her coffee, but she was informed that the gentleman that she sat with had paid for her. Nevertheless, she paid the amount of her coffee as tips.

"Have a nice day. And do come again." The waiter greeted her as she goes out of the restaurant.

A/N: R&R. Thank you for viewing.