A/N - AU in that Orion's still alive.
I had the prompts Hermione/Orion, Powerful, and "My parents requested that I ask for your hand." (I may have cheated slightly with that last one. There wasn't anything about it in the rules (that I saw) so technically... Yeah, still cheating.)
Hermione held the phone away from her ear as Ron yelled down the line. She was concentrating on listening to his end of the conversation whilst avoiding being deafened - honestly, how did he still not understand how a phone worked? - and keeping her bag strap on her shoulder and several large folders held firmly to her chest with her other hand.
She wasn't, however, concentrating on where she was going, and when her foot slipped off the edge of the curb she wound up sprawled in the middle of the road - luckily a side street with very little traffic - with her belongings scattered around her.
Ron's voice could still be heard over her phone's speakers, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was no longer listening.
"My parents requested that I ask for your-"
"-hand?" She missed the beginning of the strangers sentence, but the hand held in front of her instantly drew her attention. Her eyes slowly trailed up the length of his arm to look at his face. He was tall - taller than she'd been expecting - and still cut an imposing figure with a powerful demeanour, his age only seeming to add to that.
"Sorry?" she asked weakly.
"Do you need a hand?" he repeated as she took his hand and allowed him to help her up, fighting a blush.
He looked vaguely familiar; not in the way that suggested she might have met him before and forgotten, but that he reminded her of someone. Steely grey eyes regarded her with slight amusement.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, um. Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you," she said, pulling herself together, her words only slightly rushed.
He watched her carefully, expression blank for a moment, before the slight smile was back in place. She barely had the time to wonder what it was that he had seen in her before he was pulling out a wand. She took half a step back, but all he did was pick up her belongings and fit everything into her back, only sparing a small look of distaste to her phone.
She could still here Ron talking on the other end, and she wondered if it was that or the cracked screen that had bothered him, or something else. He put that, too, into her bag, muffling Ron's voice but not cutting off the sound completely, and she pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
"Can I walk you home?" His offer sounded sincere, and he seemed nice enough. But he was still a stranger. She didn't even know his name.
"That would be nice, thank you," she said before she could stop herself.
He smiled fully this time, his eyes crinkling in the corners, and linked arms with her, still holding her bag in his other hand. She returned the smile, her heart beating slightly faster in her chest at the contact.
It had been a good day.