Blind Date
Chapter 3: The Man and the Surprise
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Hermione gazed into the eyes of her date, hardly believing what stood in front of her eyes. Was this man a real person or a god?
His wavy blonde hair was just the right amount of messy. It was slightly short, but it looked fantastic on him. He had deep, blue-green eyes that Hermione could stare at forever. The shape of his face was very masculine, and his arms and legs were muscular.
He was such a hottie. Hermione couldn't believe her luck. Even if he turned out to be a jerk, she was glad she had this date so she could look at him.
"You must be Hermione," he said somewhat awkwardly, his voice deep and comforting.
"Yes, and you are…? I'm sorry… my friends didn't even tell me what your name is!" she said, trying to act confident. She was still having trouble getting over his appearance.
"Oh, don't worry… I know how it is…" he said with a smile. Three was a slight pause, and then he continued, "So, I guess we should go now?"
Hermione nodded and grinned slightly. It was a short drive, spent mostly in silence. Peter was concentrating on driving, and Hermione was checking out her hot date. Near the end of their ride, he finally spoke.
"So, what school did you go to for high school?" he asked, still looking ahead of him.
"Oh, um… I… went… was… home schooled…" she said, trying to think of a suitable answer. She had been asked this question before, but she had always been prepared.
"Home schooled… wow! What was it like?"
"Well… It wasn't exactly home schooled… I went to someone else's house to learn. Our teacher was Professor Dumbledore… It was with a few other people."
"Oh, so it was like… a really private school… Except without the cost. Did you learn with text books and shit?"
"Yup… unfortunately."
"Well… textbooks are better than just learning by ear… I'd fail if it were like that… We're here!"
He got out of the car, ran around it, and opened the door for her. He grinned shyly, and they walked into the restaurant.
It was a great restaurant. It had dim electronic lighting, but the real lights came from the candles all over the place. There were four on the tables for two… growing with bigger sizes, and they were placed on every other surface there was. It was beautiful.
The restaurant was clean, and romantic… Everything Hermione had wished for! Peter grabbed her hand and led her to a table, letting go (to Hermione's disappointment) once they had reached the table.
Hermione looked at the huge menu, hardly able to decide what drink she wanted when a familiar voice cut into her thoughts.
"Can I start you with anything to drink?"
Hermione looked up at the face in shock, her mouth hanging open. What was he doing here?