A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt challenge: 796: Scenario - My book just got published so I'm at a book convention to promote it and you just introduced yourself as the author of my favorite book ever and we're the same age and you're really cute oh no

Muggle AU

word count: 702

Hermione stared at the small table and took a deep breath. It didn't do any good to be nervous now. In just an hour an a half, people would be swarming up to her table. At least, she hoped they would. When she had written The Unicorn Princess for her daughter, she'd never expected it to suddenly fly onto the best seller list. She really hadn't expected it to become one of the most popular children's books in nearly a decade.

No, she hadn't expected any of this. All she had wanted was something to take Rose's mind off the divorce. Now, setting up this small table, she would be welcoming hundreds of her fans, signing their books, and probably answering the same questions over and over again until she lost her voice.

She heard a rustle of paper and glanced over to the table next to her. A man about her age was starting to set up his table. His was a bit larger than hers and for a brief second she felt jealous that he had more space.

"Hi, I'm Hermione," she said when he turned to face her. He glanced at her table, with the rainbow colored books and a handful of plush unicorns. Hermione felt her face flush. Of course, he had to be cute, with long black hair and piercing eyes. And here she was surrounded by rainbows and unicorns... how much more childish could it get?

"Severus," he stated.

"The writer of the Dragon Slayer Chronicles?" she asked her eyes widening. Great, of course, he had to be one of her favorite writers on top of it. She had all the books out so far, Rose didn't really care for them yet, but she loved them.

"Unfortunately," he muttered.

"You don't like your own books?" she asked in shock. Sure, she wasn't in love with The Unicorn Princess, but she didn't hate it.

"When you've written as many books as I have, answered the hordes of dunderheads and their insane questions, you'll hate your own work too."

"I doubt it," she answered rearranging her table slightly. He smirked and settled down at his own table. Within minutes the pair of them was swarmed with kids and parents.

"Miss Granger, how come there's no prince in your book?"

"Is the princess a lesbian?"

"Are you a lesbian?" The questions just kept coming getting more and more personal, until it almost felt like an attack on her own person. She managed to glance to the table next to hers. Severus was just nodding, as if none of this bothered him. She wondered if he could give her pointers as to how to deal with the barrage of insanity.

"Are you planning to write another book Miss Granger?"

"Will the princess ever meet a guy?"

"Is your book a feminist call to arms?" She sighed and started once again trying to answer their questions.

Finally the convention ended and Hermione started packing away her remaining books and the two unicorn plushes she had left.

"Hermione."

"Yes, Severus?"

"You... handled yourself well today. Most first timers lose their cool at some point."

"I almost did. Would you happen to have any pointers?"

"I might have a few," Severus stated. She watched his eyes slid down to her left hand, her naked ring finger. "Maybe we could discuss them over, say, dinner?"

"I'd like that. Let me call my sitter and let her know I'll be a bit late," she answered giving him a smile. She wasn't sure if she'd end up getting anything other than some useful tips, but there was no way in heaven or hell she was going to turn down dinner with one of her favorite authors, who happened to be the first man to send her heart pounding since her divorce.

"One thing, Hermione."

"Yes?"

"No questions about my books." She laughed.

"As long as you don't ask me if the darn princess is a lesbian again, deal!"