056. Breakfast
Completed: 2/100
Date: 090710
Title: Call Me
Rating/Warnings: G
Word Count: 374
Summary: Hermione enjoys her weekly routine; just the usual sitting down at the usual café, eating the usual breakfast, when something just the bit unusual occurs.
Era: AU - the real world
A/N: Just a quick ramble to cross another theme off the list; please note that this has only being quickly beta-ed by Angie and she was tired, so might have a few holes. It's nothing special and very middle of the road, but please enjoy...
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Disclaimer: We all wish for things sometimes, like a handsome stranger just approaching you randomly and claiming they're yours for life but sadly, that never happens here or anywhere, so if Malfoy did do that someday, I'd drive him to the hospital first. Because he and Hermione both belong to JK Rowling.
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There has always been a special glow about the café, just a little something special that calls to her every Saturday morning without fail.
Already at 8AM, the most ungodly hour on a weekend to be awake without reason, and she sits at a table, daintily eating her waffles. She covers the next one with syrup, slicing it delicately and scooping some ice cream onto it, before downing the whole forkful.
Taking a sip of her mocha, she smiles. That is, until someone sits across from her.
"Hello miss."
She looks up, expecting to see Michael, Andy, Carl, or even Sandra with another offering of strawberries, or toast, or waffles, or pancakes, or a latte, or a milkshake, or a hot chocolate, or something.
But she doesn't expect this. Not the tall, thin, dark stranger with that aura. Because he's not really that tall (at least compared to her husband), and though he's thin, it's more toned, and he wasn't dark. Washed-out, pale, almost a monochrome photo with his platinum blond hair, she wasn't expecting this.
"Um, hello." She nods politely.
He sits opposite her, and places his chin delicately on his hands.
"I'm sorry this is so abrupt, miss, but you caught my eye so suddenly." He smiles, and it changes her perspective completely.
Not a gangly man with an awkward air, but someone who comfortable in his own skin and knew how to treat others. Not an abuser, but a user.
"Oh, that's okay." Nervously, she tucks some hair behind her ear and takes a sip of her mocha. "Can I help you in some way?"
"Help me?" Gently, he traces the rim of the salt shaker, watching it. "No, not really, but I'd like to keep in contact with you." He looks up, catching her eye. "It'd be a pity to bypass such an opportunity to speak to such a wonderful woman such as yourself." He smiles.
She blushes. "Oh, why thank you." She tucks her hand under the table, hiding her wedding ring.
He slips a card to her, and stands.
As she watches him leave, she picks up that card and watches as he exits the café. He's also watching her, and extends his thumb and pinky.
Call me.
A/N: Personally, I don't really like this much, but it was enjoyable to write. (: I have an old fic buried somewhere, Post-Hogwarts with Malfoy hiding as in the muggle world in a cafe, and Hermione just seeing him with no recognition, so I guess that was my inspiration.
Angie liked this better than the other one, so I hope you do too. :)
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