Prompted by LightofEvolution on tumblr. Pairing: Harry Potter x Hermione Granger (kind of).

Prompts: "You have...superpowers?" & "Let's blow this joint." Drabble set before their first year of Hogwarts.

As always, I like to receive requests or prompts for any pairing for when I'm bored, which is often.

As the Dursley's preferred, Harry sat on the other end of the coffee shop. From his seat, he could see Dudley shoving various sweets down his throat, while guzzling hot chocolate.

Harry looked down at the cup of water her asked for, and the mint he'd taken from the jar in the counter. He was fairly certain that you were still meant to pay for them—though they were still cheap—but the clerk waved him off with a pitying smile.

"Excuse me," a girl spoke beside him. "Do you mind if I sit here?" Her hair was larger than her, bushy and untamed, but it seemed to suit her. She arched an eyebrow when he didn't reply.

"Oh!" Harry swallowed, motioning across from him. "Yes, that's fine."

There were plenty of other tables, so Harry wasn't sure why she had asked to sit next to him, but he wasn't going to pass up the chance to not be alone. Aunt Petunia eyed him from across the room, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm Hermione," she introduced, holding her hand out to shake.

"Harry."

"Pleased to meet you, Harry."

Hermione flipped open her book, tracing a path down the pages while mouthing the words to himself.

Harry found himself watching her. He couldn't describe it, but there was something odd about her.

She flipped the page without lifting a finger.

His mouth fell open. "How did you do that?"

Hermione froze for a moment before slamming her book shut. "I should go."

He caught her by the hand before she could stand. "Wait! I just—I can do that sort of thing too."

Her features softened. "Like turning pages without touching them?"

"Well, no. I don't read very much."

Hermione's nose crinkled. "You don't read?"

"My aunt and uncle don't let me do very much." Harry explained. "But we went to the zoo and when I put my hand to the glass, the glass disappeared and the snakes got out!"

Her eyes widened. "That's—well,"

"You have superpowers like me." He said it eagerly, aware of the happiness flashing across his face and she giggled.

"Superpowers? I think it's magic."

The two felt like the same thing, but he didn't say that.

"Can you do anything else?" Harry asked quietly, casting wayward glances toward his aunt and uncle.

Hermione shrugged. "Not that I've tried. It seems dangerous."

Again, he looked at his family, finding them engrossed in a conversation that he had no part of. "Let's blow this joint."

Her laugh was a light giggle. "Pardon?"

"Come on!" He grinned. "I want to see if there's anything else we can do."

Her eyes widened a fraction and her lips parted. "Really?"

Harry was pleased when she stood without objection, and held her book tightly. "We can—"

"Boy!" Vernon thundered and Harry's stomach sank to his feet. "We're leaving." His uncle cast a hard look at Hermione, who glared back in response.

As his uncle dragged him away, Hermione hurried to catch up and pressed a piece of paper into his hand. He barely caught a glance of the phone number before it was snatched away from him.

Casting a glance back at Hermione, he wondered if they would cross paths again.