this is my first story ever so don't judge too harshly! it doesn't say names so while it is technically tom/Hermione feel free to insert whoever you feel like.

I might add on to this later but right now it was just a little one shot because I needed to procrastinate so...

Also this was posted on my phone so sorry for any typos or anything

Thanks for reading!

Vanilla Intelligence

The first time they met was at some chain supermarket store she normally wouldn't even glance at - on principle - but she had just had another horrible blind date (the second in as three days) and she was really craving some ice cream. She had picked out her favorite, simple French vanilla Häagen-Dazs, and was standing in line to pay, tapping her foot because she really just wanted to go home and binge watch some doctor who while simultaneously crying at Rose and Ten and her failing love life. He was standing in front of her. Of course she had notice him - who wouldn't - he was tall and a little wiry, but with enough muscle that she was able to appreciate it through the thin fabric of his tshirt. But just as quickly as she had noticed him she had turned away and returned to imagining the rest of her night - she as really craving Tennant. Then suddenly he turned around and said something. It took her a second to even register someone was talking to her and when she turned to him she had a decidedly unattractive gape on her face, "What?"

"I was commenting on your absolutely boring choice of ice cream flavor - what afraid of a little experimentation," he said with a smirk.

"What?"

"Ah well with your limited vocabulary I can imagine why vanilla would appeal, probably can't process the complexity of anything else."

"Excuse me?" she seemed to have finally regained some of her brain.

"Well, simple-minded people choose simple ice cream flavors, or maybe you're just boring - either way..."

"Excuse you! I am neither boring nor simple-minded nor - and anyway since when can anything be measured in ice cream!" she replied indignantly.

"What are you then? A ridiculous prude who can't bear to experiment? Or even better, a virgin? With that vanilla it's got to be one of those"

She was gaping again. Who did this man think he was.

"I'll have you know I'm quite experienced."

She wasn't.

"Ah, and a horrible liar," he winked - the smirk he had had since the first comment still firmly on his face.

"Who the hell do you think you are!"

She was not horrible at anything.

He winked.

She flushed.

He shoved a piece of paper in her hand.

"Call me when you want some rocky road."

The smirk grew.

She was still gaping as he walked out the door, not even realizing when the cashier asked for her credit card.