His back was turned, and had it not been for his unmistakable blonde hair, Hermione wouldn’t have recognized the man standing in front of her. He had on a soft grey jumper that probably cost more than the average wizard earned in a month, brown dragonhide leather boots, and good Godric, muggle jeans. Muggle jeans that made her mouth water. She was openly ogling him on the street when she noticed how stiff his posture was, one hand clutching his shoulder bag like a vice.