A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 609

The bell of the small coffee shop chimed as the glass door was pulled open. Hermione looked up from the book she'd been reading. It was early enough that there weren't that many customers. Most of them didn't care if they saw her with a book, it had become fairly common to bet whether or not she'd be reading the same one as the day before.

The man who had entered the shop wasn't one of the regulars. Hermione was certain she'd never seen him before in her life. He was handsome in a way. He had sandy brown hair, was wearing a brown jacket with patches on the elbows, and there were three long scars crossing his face. Hermione tucked the book under the counter.

"Good morning, welcome to the Magic Coffee Shop, what can I get you today?" she asked, her voice cheerful.

"Just a regular coffee, with cream?" he asked. She nodded.

"Of course," she replied, typing in the order and taking the money. "It'll be ready in just a moment," she added. The man nodded and Hermione couldn't help but notice the tiny bit of pink swirls on his skin sticking out from under the jacket. She glanced down at her own swirled wrist. Hers were cotton candy shade of pink and swirled up to her elbow. Soulmarks weren't uncommon, but finding the person whose mark matched yours was rare. Hermione put the thought from her mind as she turned her attention to making the coffee.

She added the cream and turned to set it on the counter. Her foot caught on an uneven tile and she fell forwards, the coffee sloshing from the cup all over the man. Hermione's eyes widened as she stared at him, coffee dripping from his jacket. She waited for him to scream at her, demand she pay for his dry cleaning. But instead, he simply looked at her and laughed.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly, grabbing a handful of brown napkins and handing them to him. He'd slipped off the jacket and Hermione could see the sleeve of pink spirals running up his arm, it went past his elbow and towards his shoulder. She wondered if her own had grown. They did that sometimes, when you met your soulmate.

"I'm fine, the jacket caught most of it. I've had worse spilled on me. Did you burn yourself?" he asked, his eyes lingering on Hermione's soul mark.

"I don't think so. Here, let me get you a new cup," she turned and busied herself making him a fresh cup, trying to hide the fact her face was completely flushed. She made sure to put the lid on this time, before turning to put it on the counter. The man was staring at her.

"Is there something else you need?" she asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Would it be too forward to ask your name?"

"It's Hermione."

"I'm Remus, and I think, judging by the fact your arm looks like sugar spun candy, we might have some things in common?"

Hermione glanced at her arm, not surprised the spirals now went to her shoulder.

"It looks like we do. I'm working until noon today, so maybe we could grab lunch?"

"That sounds good. I'll meet you here," he said, taking the cup of coffee and smiling at Hermione. She smiled back, feeling as though she was floating. She'd met her soulmate and he wanted to have lunch with her! She watched him leave and spent the rest of the morning feeling as though she was floating, knowing there truly was someone out there for her.