Another story dedicated to my best friend M3dical Sharingan.
"Pleeeeeeeease try it," Hermione begged the blonde wizard in front of her.
the aristocrat raised one eyebrow and scoffed, "There is no way in hell you're going to get me to eat that... that... thing."
"Come on, not even for your favourite step-mummy?" she asked, sounding scarily like the late Bellatrix.
Draco shook his head, "Allow me to reiterate, I am not eating that!"
At that moment Lucius walked into the kitchen. Bad timing on his part.
"Try it or your father isn't getting any for two weeks!" Hermione said with a triumphant grin.
Lucius had come to understand muggle terms and knew exactly what his wife was saying.
"Stop right there! You are not dragging my, erm, our sex life into this!" he said pointing at his wife.
Draco shuddered, "Can you two not talk about that whenI'm around! It's bad enough that my father is married to someone I went to school with, I don't want to hear about your bedroom habits as well!"
Hermione blushed and Lucius smirked.
Then Snape walked in the door (yes Snape is alive! Did you really think he would spy on our favourite snake loving mass murderer without keeping a cure for snake venom on his person at all times?) eating a hot dog, the very thing Hermione was attempting to get Draco to eat.
"See! Even Snape, er, Severus, " she corrected herself after the snarky potions master glared at her, "Eats them."
Little did they know Snape had just tested a potion on himself that make a person say things that are completely out of character.
"Yes, there's nothing like a steaming Weiner stuffed in a tight bun," he said somewhat dreamily.
The trio's heads snapped up to look at the over-grown bat.
Snape, who was totally oblivious to their reaction to his words shrugged and walked out of the kitchen.
"Draco?" Hermione said weakly.
"Yeah," the confused and disturbed blonde said in response.
"You don't have to try one, in fact it'd be better if you never eat one, ever. I'm going to bed." she said, her eyes still wide and her face shocked in place.
To say the least it was extremely awkward after that, especially when Snape demanded to know what happened and Hermione let him view the memory in the pensive. He never ate another hot dog again.