A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club February

Showtime: 6 - A Sunday Kind of Love – (restriction) a fic taking place over a weekend

Marvel Appreciation: 3 - [Plot Point] Write about following someone.

Word Count: 601

Hermione slipped out the door, closing it behind her. She winced at the sound of the 'click'. What if he woke up? She really, really didn't want him to hear her sneak out. It had been a mistake going home with him, an even bigger mistake staying the night. She glanced around and made her way down the sidewalk.

"Good morning. It's a lovely Sunday for a walk, isn't it?" a voice called. Hermione felt her face flush. This was the first time she'd done something this stupid. Not to mention the first time she'd been caught.

"What's it to you?" she asked, turning to face the speaker. He was a man her age, larger than her. Maybe it had been a mistake to spend the night in Muggle London?

"Because, it's kind of dangerous out here in the mornings. There was a mugging two streets over," he explained. Hermione blinked. He cared about her safety? That was kind of sweet.

"Then what are you doing out here?" she asked. What if he was the mugger? Would he admit to it?

"Same as you," he said after a moment. "Had a little too much to drink, she was hot..."

Hermione laughed a little.

"Yeah, the one I stupidly went home with fit that description too," she admitted. "So, um, you were saying it was dangerous? You offering to walk me home then," she asked. He was pretty well built, muscular, the kind of guy that would be good in a physical fight. Of course, she had other ways to defend herself, but this neighbor was Muggle. She doubted it would be a good idea to do magic.

"There's a breakfast place, a little diner. They have really good eggs. You like eggs?" the man asked.

"As much as the next person I guess," Hermione answered.

"I'm going to go grab breakfast, if you want to come. I wouldn't say no to some company, especially not someone as pretty as you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. Pretty was most certainly not the first word that came to mind to describe herself. In fact, most people described her as brainy, or smart, or bossy. Pretty was a nice change.

"I just sneaked out of a one night stand and you're asking me to breakfast?" she asked in disbelief.

"Why not? I don't like to eat alone, and I doubt you're heading home to anyone, since you know... we're both out here after, you know," he admitted. "I'm Dudley by the way?"

Hermione's eyes widened, her face paled.

"Dursley? Dudley Dursley?"

"Do I know you?" he asked. Hermione shook her head.

"No, I know your cousin. I'm one of Harry's friends, from school. I think, that maybe you might want to reconsider that breakfast offer?"

"Actually, no. I would not like to reconsider. I haven't heard from Harry in years, part of the fact my family was in hiding. I'd love to know how he's doing, so, breakfast?" Dudley asked again, offering his hand to Hermione.

"You're not worried I'll turn you into a newt or something?"

"If you do, I'd probably deserve it. They have good pancakes too if you don't like eggs," he added, giving Hermione a smile. She returned it.

"Alright, I accept," she said after a minute.

"Great, this way," Dudley said, leading her down a side street. She could see a plum and white striped awning nearby, with a large sign advertising something called a 'breakfast slam'. She followed Dudley, thinking that maybe that stupid one night stand had been good for something after all.