Are you getting one?"

Hermione looked up from the open book of suggestions in front of her to meet the gaze of a man who had more than one tattoo of his own. They covered almost every inch of skin that was visible to Hermione. Dark inky patterns and skulls and flowers and runes that Hermione couldn't make head nor tail of swirled up and over his toned arms and neck. If he ever wore a shirt the edges of them would still be visible over the collar.

She swallowed when she realised she'd been openly staring at him for a few moments and quickly cast her eyes back to the boook in front of her. "I'm not sure," she shrugged, flipping a page.

"You should."

Hermione snorted and shook her head. "I'd look ridiculous."

"You'd look hot!"

Hermione snorted again, closed the book and looked back up at him. She didn;t address his comment. "I don't even know what I'd get. I don't even know if I want one. I'm only here because my bes-"

"Hermione!" A shrill voice shouted, interrupting her, "hurry up and pick one."

Hermione peered round the tall stranger in front of her to meet her friends gaze. "I don't know what I-"

"Just pick something."

"Ginny -"

"You should get this," the stranger said, leaning over her to flick open the book and pointing to a snake that wound its way through a skull. "It'd suit you."

Hermione's eyes flicked between the book and the stranger in front of her.

"You have that."

He smirked and flicked his eyes to her.

"So I do," he hummed. "Guess we'd match then," he smiled down at her, all perfectly straight white teeth and gleaming eyes that made Hermione's stomach flutter.

"Maybe," she murmured.

"Hermione!"

"For fuck's sake," she muttered, shooting her best friend a glare before turning her eyes up to the man in front of her. "I have to go," she swallowed. He nodded and stepped aside, leaning with his elbows on the counter behind them. Hermione stepped forward. It was only when she reached the door in front of her that she turned back to look at him, a thank you on the tip of her tongue.

"Tom." He said.

"What?"

He chuckled and Hermione felt her damn stomach flutter again. "My name. It's Tom."

She nodded, one hand on the handle in front of her. "Thank you Tom."

He grinned and rolled his shoulders, his tattoos moving as though they were alive. "No problem Hermione."