Chapter 7: chocolate cake
The next morning Draco got out of bed. For the first time in two weeks, except of course the bathroom breaks.
"Good morning" he says.
"Morning", she doesn't look at him at first but then realizes he is out of his bed and turns around to see if she isn't imagining it.
"Why look so surprised Granger?"
"You were in that bed so long I thought you weren't able to walk anymore or that you were glued to the bed or something".
"Well then I'm happy to inform you I'm physically perfect and it takes a lot more than a wild cat and a few bruises to change that."
"So you're fine?"
"Yes."
"Good, then you can sleep on the couch for the rest of this stupid program."
She can't help but smile a little so she turns around again so he won't notice.
"Well, should have seen that coming I guess" his mood drops suddenly at the thought of having to sleep at that uncomfortable Muggle couch. Why can't they just invent good ones? "What are you making for breakfast today?"
"I was making eggs."
"Sounds lovely", he took a seat.
Well Hermione can honestly say she didn't expect the morning to turn out like this.
They didn't say much to each other after that. But the fact that he was out of bed and he actually said good morning and didn't protest against the idea of sleeping on that awful couch was truly amazing.
"So Malfoy, you are physically perfect right?"
"Yes I told you Granger."
"That means you are capable of doing anything right?"
"Yes."
"And you could do anything on your own?"
"Where are you going with these questions?" He asks finding it all very suspicious.
"Nothing, just asking"
"Okay..."
Silence
"Oh and Malfoy?"
"What"
"Could you make dinner tonight? I have a lot to do."
"So do that later."
"I can't it has to be done today."
"Well it's not gonna happen"
"Why not?"
He can't cook, he knows that but he doesn't want to admit that since he was bragging about his capability of doing anything he wanted not more than two minutes ago.
"Don't want to."
"Right."
"It's true."
"So you'd rather eat nothing than make dinner yourself because you simply don't want to?"
"You can cook."
"No I can't I just told you that."
Draco is struggling; he doesn't know what to do, "are you sure?"
"Definitely."
"Great!"
"So, no dinner tonight?"
"Hey I'm still eating dinner, I'm just not making it myself."
"Well I'm not making any either."
Silence
"I'm off to Blaise."
And without another word he leaves. Hermione laughs, of course she knows he can't cook. Well she suspected it, she couldn't be sure of course but knowing he had house-elfs do it for him at the Malfoy manner she guessed it. And she was right, she knew it even though he was just too stubborn to admit it. Asking for her help wouldn't even come up to him. Looks like I'm having dinner alone tonight, like always. Let's see what am I up to today? In the end Hermione made herself a delicious dinner that you would normally make for a special occasion. She made herself some soup to start with, then some baked potatoes and a nice fish filet. Her dinner was the most perfect of all she had ever made. She had been waiting to enjoy this for a long time. Chocolate cake. Her favorite. She made it just before dinner so she could enjoy it as desert when it was still a bit hot. She loved it like that. It had to be warm. She decided she doesn't want to eat it at the dinner table. She wants to fully enjoy it. She washes the dishes and cleans the table. They had a small television in the living room but Draco had one of his friends put it in the bedroom so he could watch television from the bed. Hermione changes the sheets and takes a quick shower, enjoying the hot water on her body. Her muscles are all sore from sleeping on the couch and she can't wait to crawl into the bed that was finally hers. She is finished taking a shower and she puts on a new set of pajamas and turns on the TV at a channel she likes. She looks around to see if she had forgotten anything, which she didn't of course but it never hurts to check twice. She walks to the kitchen. She sliced off a piece of cake, grabs a fork and goes back to the bedroom. She crawls into bed, taking a minute to enjoy the comfortableness of it. She closes her eyes. Hermione starts to take a piece from her cake, she doesn't even open her eyes, not wanting to spoil the moment. She can smell the still warm cake and swears she almost tastes it already. The cake is perfect. It has little pieces of chocolate inside and a nice entirely chocolate layer at the top. Just the way she likes it. She slowly moves the fork with a piece of that known to be delicious cake to her mouth, she opens her mouth prepared to taste it and then…
Please Review guys! Hope you like the cake idea. I make cakes like that and I love it. I'll eat the entire cake if people let me. I figured I'd make hermione like it too.
