Chapter 5
You Can Cook?
Harry awoke with the sound of silence; the grandfather clock in his room read nearly seven. "Misses Weasley must have left already," Harry sighed to himself, thinking about what he wanted to eat for breakfast.
He proceeded to get dressed and headed down to the kitchen where Mundungus was sitting at the table. "Harry," was all he said as he put his head back down on his arms appearing to be a pile of trash once again.
Harry yawned again, "so what's there to eat in this house?" He began going through cabinets and pulling out things he would need for breakfast, "you eating Mun?" A groan answered his question as he began to cook up bacon and french toast.
Harry suddenly heard a couple thumps and then a plop, Ginny came running in looking around, "Where's mother?"
"Umm, she's gone?" Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"Then whose making the food, I could smell it from our room." Ginny looked at Mundungus who was still asleep at the table, "you? You can cook?" Ginny's expression turned to awe, she had never thought about what else Harry could do.
"Cook? Who's cooking?" Harry heard Hermione's tired voice drawl as she entered the kitchen. "Mmm, smells wonderful Harry," she said dreamily, walking over to where Harry stood continuing to fix the toast.
"Thanks 'Mione," Harry said as she placed her chin over his shoulder to watch as he finished preparing the food. "Why don't you take this over to the table and sit down while I get us some drinks?" Hermione didn't respond as she picked up the plate of toast and walked over to join Ginny seated at the table. Harry came over a few seconds later carrying three glasses of orange juice and a cup of coffee for Mundungus.
It didn't take the three of them long to eat their fill, laughing and joking at each other trying to get over the morning. By the time breakfast was done Hermione was much more awake, and ready to start their day off right. "Are you sure you want to do your homework?"
"Yes, and we better start with potions." Harry sighed knowing that Snape would know later today if he had finished his potions essay by the end of the day. "Are you sure you don't want to study with us Ginny?"
She glanced over at him before she went into her room, "Oh no, I wouldn't want to inte. I mean I think it would be a hassle for you two to answer my questions. No, go ahead besides I've only got a little more to do."
"What?" Harry couldn't understand what she meant, but followed Hermione as she climbed the stairs to the study.
Harry had just finished spreading out his books and papers next to Hermione's when she asked him, "when did you learn how to cook?"
Harry blushed a little, "Umm. Well its one of those things that I picked up."
"From the Dursleys?" Hermione didn't look at him, instead stared straight down at her papers. Harry on the other hand, was looking at her from his side.
"Yea," Harry tried not to dwell on the fact that he was forced to cook Duddly breakfast every day.
"Can you teach me?" Hermione said almost silently.
"What?" Harry asked, not having heard what she had said.
"I was wondering," she paused, "if you could teach me. how to cook." Hermione let a breath out.
Harry grinned, "you don't know how to cook?" Harry almost laughed, but knew better than to let it seem like he thought ill of her.
"I'm sorry my mother never had the time to teach me." Hermione gave a humph and slammed the cover of her book closed.
"Ok," Harry said quietly.
Hermione looked up from the cover of her book, "what?"
"I said ok." He gave her one of those lop sided grin all the girls talk about, "your lesson begins tonight, with dinner."
Hermione blushed brightly, her eyes retreating to her closed book. "Thank you."
Harry awoke with the sound of silence; the grandfather clock in his room read nearly seven. "Misses Weasley must have left already," Harry sighed to himself, thinking about what he wanted to eat for breakfast.
He proceeded to get dressed and headed down to the kitchen where Mundungus was sitting at the table. "Harry," was all he said as he put his head back down on his arms appearing to be a pile of trash once again.
Harry yawned again, "so what's there to eat in this house?" He began going through cabinets and pulling out things he would need for breakfast, "you eating Mun?" A groan answered his question as he began to cook up bacon and french toast.
Harry suddenly heard a couple thumps and then a plop, Ginny came running in looking around, "Where's mother?"
"Umm, she's gone?" Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"Then whose making the food, I could smell it from our room." Ginny looked at Mundungus who was still asleep at the table, "you? You can cook?" Ginny's expression turned to awe, she had never thought about what else Harry could do.
"Cook? Who's cooking?" Harry heard Hermione's tired voice drawl as she entered the kitchen. "Mmm, smells wonderful Harry," she said dreamily, walking over to where Harry stood continuing to fix the toast.
"Thanks 'Mione," Harry said as she placed her chin over his shoulder to watch as he finished preparing the food. "Why don't you take this over to the table and sit down while I get us some drinks?" Hermione didn't respond as she picked up the plate of toast and walked over to join Ginny seated at the table. Harry came over a few seconds later carrying three glasses of orange juice and a cup of coffee for Mundungus.
It didn't take the three of them long to eat their fill, laughing and joking at each other trying to get over the morning. By the time breakfast was done Hermione was much more awake, and ready to start their day off right. "Are you sure you want to do your homework?"
"Yes, and we better start with potions." Harry sighed knowing that Snape would know later today if he had finished his potions essay by the end of the day. "Are you sure you don't want to study with us Ginny?"
She glanced over at him before she went into her room, "Oh no, I wouldn't want to inte. I mean I think it would be a hassle for you two to answer my questions. No, go ahead besides I've only got a little more to do."
"What?" Harry couldn't understand what she meant, but followed Hermione as she climbed the stairs to the study.
Harry had just finished spreading out his books and papers next to Hermione's when she asked him, "when did you learn how to cook?"
Harry blushed a little, "Umm. Well its one of those things that I picked up."
"From the Dursleys?" Hermione didn't look at him, instead stared straight down at her papers. Harry on the other hand, was looking at her from his side.
"Yea," Harry tried not to dwell on the fact that he was forced to cook Duddly breakfast every day.
"Can you teach me?" Hermione said almost silently.
"What?" Harry asked, not having heard what she had said.
"I was wondering," she paused, "if you could teach me. how to cook." Hermione let a breath out.
Harry grinned, "you don't know how to cook?" Harry almost laughed, but knew better than to let it seem like he thought ill of her.
"I'm sorry my mother never had the time to teach me." Hermione gave a humph and slammed the cover of her book closed.
"Ok," Harry said quietly.
Hermione looked up from the cover of her book, "what?"
"I said ok." He gave her one of those lop sided grin all the girls talk about, "your lesson begins tonight, with dinner."
Hermione blushed brightly, her eyes retreating to her closed book. "Thank you."