A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt Challenge: 9: Word – pseudonym
Writing Club: August:
Press Play: (trait) Artistic
Scamander's Case: (color) black
Word Count: 358
Hermione stared at the man standing in front of her. For a brief second she forgot to breathe. She'd only come to the bookshop to buy a new book. She'd never expected to see him. He looked almost like the man on the back cover, only he was dressed in a causal black shirt and matching trousers. His hair, also black, was tied back with a black velvet ribbon. She could only imagine him removing it and running it over her skin. She face flushed brightly. Standing in front of her was S.T. Prince, the best selling romance novelist himself.
"Are you alright, Miss?" he asked. She nodded taking a breath finally.
"You're... The Prince," she whispered still staring at him.
"My pseudonym, yes, I am The Prince. Now, how can I help you?" She wordlessly slid her new copy of his latest book towards him.
"Ahh, my autograph, of course," he pulled a fancy calligraphy pen from somewhere and soon his name, well pseudonym, was scrawled across her book in beautiful green ink.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered unable to take her eyes from the page. He nodded to her.
"You are quite welcome, Miss?"
"Granger, Hermione Granger, sir. I've read all your books, sir," she knew she was prattling, but he was everything she'd ever imaged him to be. It didn't help that he was beyond gorgeous. He looked at her.
"All of them?"
"Yes, sir, even the experimental ones from the beginning of your career," she stated. He smiled.
"And what did you think of those, Miss Granger?"
"They had their good points, I believe the magic was portrayed realistically enough,but they were too much fluff and not enough," she paused looking for an appropriate word. He laughed knowing exactly what word she was looking for.
"I believe the word you are looking for is sex?" She flushed brightly again. He glanced at his watch. "I have about an hour before my next appointment, I would love to continue this discussion, perhaps over lunch if you are free?" She squeaked out an affirmative and the pair left the bookshop for the small cafe next door.