A/N: I wanted to challenge myself, so what better way to do that, than to write a crossover that I never done before, with fictional character, and real life character. This is my first WWE / Harry Potter crossover. I hope you like it because it was fun writing.

Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) / Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the Super Stars of WWE.

A Chance Encounter

Hermione smiled as she entered the small cafe, needing a nice cup of rasberry icetea to relax, after having such a horrendous day at the Ministry. 'Some people just didn't like change, did they?' She was turning from the cashier, cup in hand, not noticing as she slammed against something solid. Looking up it was a someone, "I'm so sorry." She grabbed some napkins from a near table, and started wiping the mans chest, without much thought.

"Not to worry, Miss, should be glad it was not hot," Assured stranger with a small smile, as he gently placed his hands over her, to stop her from contineuing, "I have a change of shirt in my car, are you alright?"

She blushed as she looked up at him, at how nice he was being, considering a stranger just crashed into him, and poured there drink all over him. She was glad she didn't go with the hot herbal tea like she usually did. She gave a weak smile, "I should be the one asking if you're alright? At least let pay for your drink."

"No need for that," He turned to the counter, and leaned against it, "Hey Mike, can you get another of what this young woman got," he tried not to laugh, at the shock look the woman had, as he handed his card over to the cashier known as Mike. After getting her's, and his drink, he started heading to a table in the corner of the cafe, and set there drinks down, "You can pay me back, but joining me." He reached out his hand towards her, as she slowly approached the table, obviously still embarrassed with herself, "My name is Fergal Devitt, please sit down."

She smiled as she sat across from him, and slowly started to sip her drink, before realizing he still didn't know her name. She took a nervous breath, as she looked at the what now appeared, to be a very handsome man, "I'm Hermione, thank you for being so nice."

"Accidents happen, can't be mad," He held his cup in between his hands, as he leaned across the table, "So what do you do?"

She stared down at her cups, trying to hide another blush, which he was causing as he stared into her eyes with his crystal blue one. "I work for a small part of the government," she half told the truth.

"Do you like your job?" He was either ignoring the way she was blushing, or was enjoying, it was hard to tell as he set his cup down still leaning in towards her.

'You're a bloody Gryffindor for crying out loud, where is your confedence?' She suddenly looked up straight into his eyes, and smiled at him as she leaned against the table to, "It depends on the situation, like today I wish I got into something else, but most days I love my job."

"You're not of Ireland, are you?" He asked with a knowing smile, "If I had to guess, I would say Britain."

"I was born in Britain, but I moved to Ireland after school, because I loved how peacful everything is here," Hermione explained, as she took another sip of her drink, "So what do you do?"

"I work in the entertainment business," He could tell that she didn't recognize him from the start, because most fans normally went speechless, or clingly when seeing him. It was refreshing to just have a regular conversation, with a pretty lady to top it off. "I am currently visiting my family for a couple of weeks, since work keeps me away from my folks."

"That's nice that you're making time to see them, I am sure they miss you. So what type of Entertainer are you?" She leaned back in her seat, and rested her hands on the table, "I don't own a television, so if you're on TV, I wouldn't know."

"I am a wrestler," He answered as if it was no big deal, as he now leaned back against his chair, "I will be in town for two weeks, would you like to grab dinner with me, we could talk some more, Hermione?"

"If you let me pay," She stood to her own feet, and reached for her purse. "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Devitt."

"Fergal," Corrected the young man, as he escorted her out of the cafe, to where there was a nice black car park. He walked to the trunk of the car, and reached in grabbing a shirt, and quickly changed in front of his companion, "I will pay for dinner, because you already paid me back, having tea with me just now."

She almost missed what he was saying, because her eyes had locked on his six pack, when he went to change his shirt. She blinked a couple of times, when he waved his hand in front of her, and then noticed the shirt he was wearing, "Finn Balor, is he someone you're a fan of?"

He smirked as he reached her hand, and brought it to his lips, slipping a piece of paper in her palm, "I'll tell you if we go to dinner, call me with a time that is good for you, it was a pleasure meeting you Hermione."

"Fine than we could eat on Saturday, I'll call you with my address," She answered with a smile, and what she could feel a blush.

"Saturday is perfect," He smiled as he got into his car, after watching as she turned to leave, "This should be interesting."