Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other intellectual property of the great J.K. Rowling. These characters are not my own, I'm simply performing a thought experiment with them.
Hermione breathed the fresh park air in deeply. Her morning jogs were really what kept her centered these days. Living in London working for the Ministry of Magic afforded little free time, and her status as one of the Golden Trio after the Final Battle assured that she had no anonymity anywhere there was a wizard or witch. She started spending most of her personal time in Muggle London to escape it all and live a normal life.
There was a comfort in the routine of it though. Wake up, run, shower, apparate to the C.A.T. (Celebrity Apparition Target) of the day, work 10 or more hours in her new role as an Unspeakable then apparate home and catch dinner with either Muggle friends or the Weasleys. It was boring in the best sense of the word. The most unpredictable part of her life was where the C.A.T. would be the next day – no more living life on the edge for her. Routine was her comfort zone.
Breathe in, two three four. Breathe Out. Breathe in, two three four. Breathe out. Zoning out, her thoughts focused to her breathing and frequency of her steps she achieved her runner's high each time.
She was just about finished with mile two of her four mile run when – CRASH! A cyclist ran into her – only she could have sworn she hadn't heard one anywhere near her. Her last thought before losing consciousness was to wonder if it was possible Voldemort had kept a few Death Eaters around on bikes to track her down.
Shit. Shit. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. Granted, all bets were off as a 24 year old wizard trying to teach himself to ride the bike for the first time. It just looked like such a damn convenient way to get around when you couldn't apparate. Perhaps thinking about how much easier apparition was to biking had led to the momentary lapse in concentration on his balance. Focusing on how badly he wanted to get to the end of the trail without crashing today may have been a bad idea as well. Either way, one moment he was upright on his new bicycle halfway through the path and the next he was at the end of the path on the ground next to a suspiciously curly head of hair.
He took a moment to catch his breath before trying to move. He mentally assessed that he hadn't splinched any of his favorite body parts and that he hadn't acquired any suspicious new metallic parts. All seemed in order as he sat up and he thanked his lucky stars he was at the top of his class at Hogwarts. Almost the top anyway. It wasn't his fault that ruddy Hermione "brightest witch of her age" Granger was in his year. Any other year he would have sailed through at the top without trying half as hard as he had.
Oh, the curly haired lump still wasn't moving. He should check on that, right? What could he do though? What was the muggle way to approach this? Playing it safe he used one finger to poke her shoulder. Nothing. Maybe she just felt shy without an introduction? Who knew what kind of customs muggles might observe under such a circumstance?
"Excuse me, miss!" He bit his lip. "It seems you've collided with my bicycle, would you mind saying something or sitting up so I know you're alright?" Nothing.
"Pardon me, madam, it appears that you've taken a fall – is there any way I can help you?" This time he started hearing some moaning and took that as a good enough sign to stand up and prop his bike up on its stand. He turned around and knelt close to her and started brushing her hair out of her face only to realize that this ball of hair wasn't just some random muggle, but the most influential ball of hair of his entire life. By some rotten luck Draco Malfoy had managed to run over Hermione Granger in a freak jogging/apparating bicycle accident. Shit. Shit. Shit
Chapter Prompt: One Character crashes their bicycle into another.
Author's Note: This will definitely be a Dramione story. I really don't know where the story will go, I'll be using a different prompt for each chapter, building off the last. I just want to spend an hour here and there writing about a few characters I love in interesting situations. Hope you enjoy! If you have any fun prompts, please do let me know. I plan on keeping this story pretty PG-13, nothing I'd be embarrassed to have future employer's find.