Chapter Ten: Toast! A little bit of TOAST!
It was snowing, and the castle was getting colder. However, even with the Christmas spirit in the air, the Muggle studies teacher wasn't letting up on homework. She'd assigned homework all weekend, and Draco had been up all night doing it.
"What the ...?" Hermione smelled something burning.
She yawned, stretched, and pulled on a large t-shirt before heading down to the common room she shared with Draco Malfoy.
"What the heck?" She muttered. The entire hallways smelled like something was burning. She rushed down to the common room, only to find...
"Look Hermione! Toast! It's just like magic!" Malfoy, his hair sticking up in all directions, pointed excitedly to the toaster they had been given in Muggle studies. They were supposed to bring one in as an example and demonstrate how to use it properly.
Hermione looked on in disbelief.
"What the hell, Malfoy?" She screeched. "Why is there fucking TOAST everywhere?"
"I was practicing," Draco said innocently.
"Practicing? There's got to be about 200 pieces of toast in this common room!" Hermione still didn't believe her eyes. This had to be a joke.
"306, actually," Draco mused.
"306?" Hermione stammered, her temper rising. "Draco, no one in their right mind makes 306 pieces of toast...wait, you were practicing toasting?"
"Yes, but you see, I've gotten better, and it really is..."
"FUCKING RIDICULOUS!" Hermione yelled. "UNBELIEVABLE!"
"Ah...I see you're not much of a morning person," Malfoy said brightly.
"MORNING PERSON? DRACO IT'S FUCKING 4AM!" Hermione's face was red with anger as she glowered at him.
"Yes, but the point is..."
"NO SANE HUMAN BEING IS AWAKE AT THIS HOUR!" Hermione continued to yell as she advanced towards him.
"But if you'd listen, I've made a very important discovery..."
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU DISCOVERED ALL 12 OF NEPTUNE'S FUCKING MOONS, MALFOY!"
"13 actually," Draco added, recoiling slightly from Hermione, as she was positively fuming.
"I DON'T CARE HOW MANY MOONS NEPTUNE HAS MALFOY! ONE MORE WORD AND YOU'LL BE ON ONE OF THEM! NOW, CLEAN THIS MESS UP OR SO HELP ME YOU WILL NOT EVEN BE ABLE TO MAKE IT TO MUGGLE STUDIES TODAY!" Hermione fumed, her wand in danger of poking his right eye out.
"As you wish," Draco lazily flicked his wand, vanishing the toast, eyeing her wand warily.
"Thank you," Hermione sighed, before angrily adding, "Now, GO TO BED. It's fucking 4 am..."
The toast in the toaster popped up, and Draco caught it deftly. "Toast?"
He narrowly avoided Hermione's bat-bogey hex.