A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

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Hermione stared at the wizard in front of her.

"Roger?" she asked, as if unable to believe it was him. He turned and looked at her.

"Yes? Do I know you?" he asked.

"In a way. A few years ago, I was walking home and some other kids kept trying to take my books and you were walking the opposite direction. You turned and yelled at them. They ran off. I was too shy to say anything. Then you seemed to vanish."

Roger tilted his head, trying to remember the events Hermione was talking about.

"Oh! I remember now. I had given my parents the slip. I wanted to see what Muggles were like. I'd heard all these really wild stories and being the curious wizard I am, I wanted to know the truth. It's funny, if one thinks about it. My first encounter with a Muggle, was actually with a witch," he laughed. Hermione nodded, giving him a smile.

"I never really got to thank you for that. I almost approached you on the train my first year at Hogwarts."

"Why didn't you?"

"You were surrounded by people, laughing, having a good time. I was just a scared little kid with frizzy hair and horrid teeth."

"They look fine to me," Roger stated.

"I fixed them. So, um, what are you doing here? Watching the Harpies game too?"

"Actually, I'm with the Wasps. I signed right after I graduated. You're here to root for the Harpies?"

"Ginny's chaser."

"Right. Look, I know this is awkward since you'll be rooting for my opponent, but maybe after the game we could grab coffees? Catch up?" Roger suggested. Hermione nodded.

"I'd like that, and please, it'll be my treat for saving my books all those years ago," she added. Roger laughed, but nodded.

"Then I'll see you after the game."

"Good luck," Hermione called out. " I mean, I still hope Ginny's team wins, but good luck."