Chocolate Frog Card: (Silver) Dean Thomas: Challenge: Write about Dean Thomas.

Gringotts: Hermione/Dean [Hermione-Pairings]

February Event: 54. (title) When [insert name] Met [insert name], 33. (colour) Coral

Word Count: 348

"Who is that?" Dean asked, his eyes glued to the brunette beauty that had just walked into The Leaky Cauldron. "She's a goddess."

"Who?" Seamus asked, following where Dean was looking and whistled. "Damn, she's fine."

"Oh, her," Ron commented, rolling his eyes. "She's a piece of work, she is." Harry frowned, annoyed with how his friend treated her. "She went to Beauxbatons and is friends with Fleur. She's the same age as us and man, she's not even got any Veela blood in her at all."

"So?" Dean countered, not even looking at the ginger. "She's still beautiful."

"If you're into that thing, then, I suppose." Harry punched Ron in the side and he yelped loudly, bringing attention to themselves even though the pub was loud tonight. It also brought the attention of the Goddess and Dean drooled a little.

"I'm going to marry her," Dean promised, his eyes connecting with her own caramel ones. His intense stare brought a blush to her cheeks and he vowed to see how far her blush went, as it disappeared underneath her coral coloured dress.

"You don't even know her," Seamus remarked.

"You're right," he breathed. "I'm going to get to know her."

Before anyone could talk him out of it, he'd swung himself out of his chair and was walking towards her. She was frozen in spot.

"Hi," he greeted once he was standing in front of her.

"Bonjour," she replied and he instantly found himself craving her voice. It had such a sensual tone.

"I'm Dean," he offered once he realised he'd been staring at her. "Do you speak English?"

"Oui," she replied, before blushing again. "Yes, I do. My name's Hermione."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Her blush deepened and she sent him a shy smile. "Why don't we sit down and get a drink? I'd love to know more about you."

"Of course," she agreed readily. "As long as you return the favour, non?"

"Absolutely," he responded, resting his hand on the small of her back as he steered her to an empty table.