Chasing Chocolate
Author: princecharmprincesswit
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Author's Note: I hope you like it. I'm going to work on another chapter. I'm thinking of making it a two-shot.
Chading Chocolate
The clock was ticking gently. Owls could be heard hooting and the occasional flapping of wings could be heard through Hermione's open French windows. As she lay down on her red and gold four poster bed in her Head Girl's bedroom, she felt stiff.
All day, Hogwarts had been serving strawberry flavored everything! She thought, annoyed. She didn't really have anything against strawberry. Everyone just happened to conveniently forget its partner-in-crime: chocolate.
The mere thought of it made her mouth water. She had passed through the day as a black cloud. She didn't find any of her beloved chocolate! Somehow, her stash of Chocolate Frogs was found by her missing, and it still had a whole piece of Chocolate Frog in it. Who, she wondered, could have found and known where it was?
She hid it very well. It was in a loose floorboard near the bookcase in the Common Room she shared with Malfoy, he fellow Head. She didn't tell Ginny, Harry and especially not Ron. Ronald would've only dove at it, she thought wryly, so where o where has it gone?
She peeked at the sterling silver family heirloom clock at her bedside. The moon was bright tonight so she saw it clearly. It was a quarter until 12.
That's it! Enough moping for you Hermione Celestia Granger! Off you go! Onward charge! To the kitchens! She thought.
She got up and took her deep champagne colored dressing gown. Put on her matching slippers. It was a gift from Grandmere Granger, she reminisced fondly. She took her wand and tied the ribbon of her dressing gown. Now, she was ready.
Chocolate here I come!
She opened her door, wishing that Merlin would help her, and that Malfoy was asleep. The common room was empty. Thank you, Merlin!
She crept out, a la James Bond. Dun-dun dunun! She went down the stairs, went out of the Heads' Commons.
Merlin must've heard her, she thought, smiling.
She journeyed to the kitchens. She, also, unlike James Bond, jumped at every sound she heard.
"Finally!" she breathed. The painting. Queue triumphant music! She tickled the pear and went in. she spotted the elves, but they paid no mind to her. Then she saw a person, in the middle, surrounded by elves. He appeared to be eating. Is that a chocolate frog?! She thought furiously.
"Malfoy?!"
"Granger." He said curtly.
"Is that my chocolate frog?!" she all but shrieked.
"Oh. This is yours?" he said saccharinely sweet, opening his silver eyes wide.
"I WILL KILL YOU!" she lunged at him, but Malfoy was quick. He speedily put down the frog and held her wrists. Both of them were now standing. He in his 6'2 glory, and her in her 5'9 not-so-glory-compared-to-Malfoy's. She noticed he only wore his pajama bottoms. Black silk. And his emerald green dressing gown and slippers.
"Let's make a deal. You'll have 2 frogs as compensation if you don't kill me and, in return, you will not subtract points from me and I the same to you." He said evenly, not missing a beat.
"Fine." She growled. She wrenched her wrists free and at down, opposite the stool of Malfoy.
"Miss! Would miss want food? Candy? Drinks? Anything?" asked an elf.
"Why, a chocolate cake would be nice." She said.
"What are you doing here, Granger?" Malfoy asked after the elf had scurried off.
"Same as you." She answered.
"How did you steal my Frog?" she asked suddenly, to tired to inject venom into her voice.
"A loose floorboard." He answered.
"And you took it?"
"Simply put, yes."
"You still owe me two."
"I know."
"Here is your cake, Miss. Yours too, sir." The elf said.
"Do you have Butterbeer here?" asked Malfoy, surprisingly, not unkindly.
"Yes, sir! Two for you!" The elf squeaked eagerly.
In the end, Granger and Malfoy had dessert together, chatting amicably, like old friends.
Hermione sighing in delight at the chocolate cake and the idea of two more Frogs, and Malfoy, grinning. He reveled in the feeling of intelligent conversation that can't be provided by Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson. Only Blaise, his best mate managed to make him grin, especially when they played Wizard's Chess, chatting about nonsense.
He was going to have to buy her her frogs.