Prompt: Oh. Fuck off
"You have got to be kidding me!" Hermione scream whispered, banging her head against the wall outside a tea shop and gripping a sopping wet binder in one hand, her mobile phone in the other.
Fenrir turned to regard the woman, raising a brow and smirking as he moved in to save the day, his leather jacket hanging open to reveal his shirtless and tattoo covered chest. "Anything I can help with, lovely?" His long dark hair was hanging loose, and when he placed his arm against the wall just above and to the side of the woman, it helped hide the lewd grin on his face from passerbys.
Hermione, however, just turned her head and glared at him. "Unless you have a typewriter, can type 500 words a minute without errors, and can finish my ruined essay because of that prat Malfoy dumping coffee all over it, then kindly move away."
Fenrir blinked at her for a moment, before slowly withdrawing his arm fro the wall and stepping back a bit. This was not what he signed up for when he decided to flirt with her.
"I just came over to try and relieve some of your stress, love. Not work."
"Oh." She straightened, looked him over with a critical enough eye to make him squirm. "Fuck off." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him bewildered and wanting her all the more now.