Dimensions Abroad
Hermione was lounging at her favorite muggle Coffee Shop, called the Mage. She had brought along a few of her school books, to review and read for pleasure. (To avoid odd looks, she'd bewitched them to look like magazines to muggle eyes) It was a beautiful location for a cafe. On the England bay, everything was dreamy and romantic. Hermione loved that. Not so much the romance, just the peace and serenity that was available at great quantities.
She was thinking mainly of her two best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Yes, Harry Potter. She sometimes hated the surprised looks she got from people who heard the name. Her best friend's name. But the initial shock had somewhat evaporated. However, Harry was always involved in something, always the hero...so brave and honorable. That's what Hermione loved most about thier friendship. Not so much the adventure and drama that surrounded it...just the fact that it was a genuine friendship. It made her feel welcome, at home...and loved.
Ron, on the other hand, acted like her jealous husband. He's always so cynical and critical of himself and others. But she loved him just the same. He was funny, and actually smart on general wizarding procedures and traditions. Which often came in handy when Harry (and if she wasn't there) was confused or unsure what to do. But lately...things had changed. More destruction, death...it was all coming back into their lives.
Horrible as it was, she still found light in her friends and delight in books...so she steadied herself doing the only thing she could. Learning, studying and performing. Gaining power in knowledge...it worked for You-Know-Who...she often thought.
* The next day*
The next day, as expected, Hermione was at the Mage, surrounded by a beautiful morning and-
"Hello." A deep male voice said from behind.
Hermione turned around and tried to remain calm. "Hi," She said politely. It was a tall guy, about her age, with dark hair and deep hazel eyes. He looked harmless, but his muscles and mysterious look told her to be alert. These days, you never knew.
He nodded down at the seat beside her. "Taken?" He asked. Hermione shook her head and sat her book down. He smiled slightly and gave Hermione a chill. He had the most beautiful lips and smile...oh his smile. She wanted to smack herself! Falling for the old romance trick of the bay...so silly. She returned attention to the guy. He was reaching over to pick up her book. Or magazine to him-
"Miranda Godshawk? She reminds me of Lockhart...have you read any of his material?"
Hermione's jaw nearly dropped in shock.