Black helmet put a flower behind her ear (from one of the sidewalk planters), one of his silver eyes winking at her before he stepped to the side, arm extended as if he were guiding her on. Hermione’s brows lifted, another nervous laugh escaping her lips as she  –by some miracle–  found her wits enough to continue walking. She held his gaze as she passed him, completely and utterly rapt by his entire... self.