Finally agreeing to the blind date that Ginny had been begging to set her up with, Hermione sat on her bed with a huff, her arms crossing over her chest. She wanted to date, she truly did, but there wasn't anyone that she had felt any connection with anyone in a very long time. She had dated Theo Nott for two years after they both left Hogwarts but that had crashed and burned when she caught him in bed with Narcissa Malfoy of all people. The scandal had been monumental and even she hadn't gotten out of it unscathed. The papers had eventually got tired of the sordid affair between Theo and Narcissa and left her alone.

She hadn't been interested in any sort of relationship for almost a year after the entire debacle. In the three years since she had gone on a few dates here and there but no one made her feel anything. Tonight though, Ginny had promised this one was different. All she knew about him was that he was a former quidditch player who had retired and was now a team healer. They had gone to school with the bloke though Ginny assured her she wouldn't recognize him now.

Deciding not to overthink it, Hermione went back to her closet and pulled out a short black dress, shorter than she normally wore, skimming the middle of her thighs, a sweetheart neckline, and a pair of black high heels. She left her hair down, thankful it was no longer the massive curls it had been in her youth but with quite a bit of growth, it had tamed into much softer, manageable curls. Covering in lips in a deep red, she swiped on mascara just as she heard a knock at her door.

Shoving her wand inside her handbag, She took a deep breath, plastered a fake smile on her face and opened the door. A man, a large man with broad shoulders and muscles for days stood there. He had dark hair that had a bit of a wave to it and kind looking blue eyes. His smile was a bit crooked and she could feel her smile becoming genuine.

"Hi there." She breathed out, cursing her voice.

His smile stretched into a full grin as he leaned against her door frame.

"You have no idea who I am do you, Granger?" He asked with a chuckle.

A blush heated her cheeks. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage…?"

He reached out, grabbing her hand and placing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.

"Marcus, Marcus Flint."

It was impolite but she couldn't help the way her mouth dropped open.

"Marcus Flint? As in Slytherin Marcus Flint?"

Keeping her hand firmly in his, he nodded. "Well, that's nicer than what people usually say when they realise who I am. Had the teeth fixed awhile back."

Hermione was sure her entire face would burst into flames. The Marcus Flint she remembered from school had been rude, and yes his teeth had been awful. They hadn't interacted much at all really so she didn't know anything about the man.

"Now that we have been properly re-introduced, can I still take you out for dinner? I made reservations at this great Muggle restaurant." He told her.

At her nod, he let go of her hand and offered his arm.

"By the way, you look beautiful, Granger."