Hermione awoke to birds chirping and the sun shining brightly upon her. For a minute, she forgot where she was. However, it all came back to her.

She was stuck in the Dark Forest with Malfoy.

She sat up and looked around. He was nowhere in sight.

"Malfoy!" She screamed loudly. All of a sudden, a young boy with bright blond hair popped up from the field far off.

"What do you want mudblood." He said, brusquely.

"Aw, damn. You're still alive." She said sarcastically.

"Yes, fortunately. Without me, you'd be lost."

"Because of you, I am lost."

"Whatever. What the in bloody hell do you want?"

"Do you think we can find our way back?"

"I imagine it would be easier seeing as the sun is out. For someone so smart...you're really thick."

"Oh shut up."

She grabbed a hold of the basket and ventured towards the path they had taken on their way there.

"You can't take that way back." Malfoy yelled at her.

"And just why can't I, oh great one."

"Because I've already tried, oh dirty one." He spat at her.

"Well you do have a tendency to do things wrong. So I think I'll try on my own." She said and walked back towards the trail.

"That's fine. Nevertheless, you will look like a total arse when you wind right back here in an hour."

"Like you care." She muttered.

She walked down the trail, dragging the heavy basket after her.

Why must he be so bloody infuriating? Of all people, I am stuck with him. This must be some cruel joke that Snape has done towards us. All I want to do is curl up by the fire and read a nice book. Is that so much to ask?

The path seemed dark, even in the daylight. The stones still glowed and when she got closer to examine them, she saw that they were not stones at all, but turtle shells.

On the shells, there were diminutive markings upon them. Carvings, to be exact. In addition, the designs themselves were the things that glowed.

"This looks familiar. What language is it? Oh, I know this. We had a test on it a month ago in History of Magic. Goblin, maybe?"

She picked up the shell and placed it in her pocket.

As she journeyed on, she noticed things that did not look familiar at all. Such as a large pink tree. That was not there last night. I am sure we would have noticed it. She said to herself.

She got up closer to the tree and noticed that the pink coloring was apples.

Could this have been the tree I plucked the apple from? She thought, with her stomach turning, thinking back to the rotten apple.

Before long, she noticed the large tree coming into view.

" I told you so." She heard Malfoy sneer behind her.

She rolled her eyes and turned around. "I came back to tell you I found the way out." She lied.

"You did? Seems to me that you just wound up right back, like said you would. And you are just a little too proud to admit that you're wrong."

"That is not right at all. You are just too proud to admit that I am smarter than you."

"Let's say hypothetically that you did indeed find your way out. Why would you come back to tell me you have found the way? You would rather me rot out here."

"I can't have your death on my hands. I am prefect and all. And if I want to get the Head Girl position next year, I do not think that will look so great on my record. Do you?"

He smirked once more.

"Mudblood, just admit you were wrong. Why are you so stubborn."

" I am not stubborn and I am not wrong." She turned away.

"I followed you, dim wit. I know you didn't find your way."

"You didn't follow me!"

"I did so. In fact, there is a turtle shell in your pocket, is there not?"

"How mental do you get?"

"Not as mental as Potter."

"Don't you bring Harry into this. Why is it that every time someone points out your flaws, you immediately make fun of someone else to make yourself feel better? That just shows how low your self-esteem is. Of course with a father like yours, I can see where that comes from."

"Why is it that every time I'm right, you bring up my father to infuriate me?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"Yes, because."

"Now what was I saying about you being stubborn? Oh yes, you are EXTREMELY stubborn. Just admit it Granger, you're not always right."

"Why don't you admit that you're mental, and I'll admit that I'm not always right." She said adamantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well of course I'm mental. In a world so full of people like you, how could I have not gone nutters?"

He walked off and sat under the huge tree for shade.

"Fine, I'm stubborn. See that was not so hard. Next we'll work on your attitude"

"My attitude is just fine, thank you. Save your personality makeovers for your boyfriend, Weasel."

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" she yelled.

Malfoy started to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

" He broke up with you didn't he? For that Patil girl."

"No, shut up."

"Yes he did. Aww the poor little mudblood got her heart broken." He said, getting right into her face.

" At least I have a heart." She spat at him.

" I have a heart. Otherwise, how could I be standing here in front of you?"

"You know what I mean." She screamed and turned away.

" Oh, you mean you're pathetic. Ok."

" I am not pathetic. YOU are pathetic. So pathetic that you actually sleep with Pansy Parkinson. How desperate do you get?"

"I have not." He said simply.

"Oh really? I don't believe you."

"I don't care."

"Neither do I."

*5 minutes of silence*

"I'm hungry." Malfoy whined.

"Quit whining."

" I learned from the best."

"Quit starting fights with me."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Why not, what?"

"YOU'RE SO INFURIATING!" She screamed at him at the top of her lungs. Once more, he started to laugh.

" And you're so quick to anger. What can I say next to upset you."

"Nothing, because I'm not listening."

"You're not?"

"No."

"Well if you're not then why did you just answer."

She opened her mouth to talk but shut it again. Her face turning blood red in the process.

All of a sudden, Malfoy stared off into the distance.

"Look there. " He pointed.

She turned around and saw that there was a cabin in the distance.

"That wasn't there 10 minutes ago. Where did it come from?" She asked.

"I don't know, lets go check it out." He said quietly.

Hermione stared at him for a second, not believing the tone of voice he used with her. It sounded almost civil.

They walked up to the front door and knocked. The door flew open and they saw a table full of food.

They both ran over, filling up quickly on the large turkey.

"Do you think anyone lives here?" Hermione asked in between spoonfuls of food.

"I don't know. I am beginning to think that this was all a plan. And I think that ruddy Dumbledore had a hand in it."



"Dumbledore wouldn't do this to us. Snape would though."

"Snape wouldn't give us food though. He'd leave us to starve."

"Well there's one thing we can agree on." Hermione said smiling smugly.

(a/n) There, a longer chapter! Whew! Sorry I have not written in a while. I wanted to make sure I had a good enough chapter for you guys. Read and Review folks.