Why Not?
The wind swirled around the young woman, messing her hair and picking up leaves as it went on its way, only to be replaced by another gust. With a sigh, the girl fixed her hair, straitened her dress, and pulled her coat closer to her body. She hated the cold, and especially hated it when the wind was relentlessly trying to push her over. Hermione watched as the leaves twisted in the air, their movement so graceful, so beautiful.
Suddenly a huge gust of wind swept up from behind her, her dress flying up. Her arms moved to hold down the flyaway fabric, leaving her hat free to fly away. Hermione swore under her breath and ran after it – the wicked wind carrying it further and further away. She only stopped running when continuing would have led to, what would have been, a very embarrassing collision.
She looked up, her eyes meeting with the dark eyes of a boy she used to know. Blaise Zabini.
"Granger," he said softly, holding out her hat to her.
"Thank you," she replied, her cheeks warming with the long glances he was giving her. She looked away, trying to think of what to say, and when she looked back she noticed he was still looking at her.
"Don't stare at me like that for too much longer, someone might think you're in love," Hermione laughed, hoping to lighten the mood.
"I've been in love. It's pointless, painful, and overrated," Blaise said, then held out is hand. "Blaise, to meet you again."
"Hermione," she smiled, taking his hand.
"Do you want to get a cup of coffee?"
"Why not?"
Getting Around: Hermione/Blaise
Quote: "I've been in love. It's pointless, painful, and overrated." - Damon Salvatore, TVD