Ch3

The Chocolate Bar

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Thoughts in italics!

Hermione sat in front of a blazing fire in the middle of a forest wearing only underclothes, whilst staring across at her worst enemy in only boxers whom she had snogged in the last 30 minutes and who was smirking uncontrollably at the sight of her self-conscious face.

The rain had stopped and a cold wind was blowing. Hermione had not eaten for a long time and was getting extremely hungry.

Then she spotted it. The most beautiful thing she had seen in the past two hours.

Other than Draco's sexy body.

Hermione WHERE is your mind wandering? she thought, angry at herself.

There it was.A chocolate bar half-exposed from Draco's bag.

"You have food!" she said, reaching for the chocolate hungrily.

"Oh yeah, my chocolate bar. Hmm, good you found it, I was getting hungry," he said, hastily unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth.

"Give me some!" Hermione cried indignantly.

"Why should I?" he said with him mouth full of chocolate.

"Because – because – just give me some."

"No, I'm not."

"I'm warning you Malfoy, when I get my wand back –"

"Listen, I'm hungry, so don't just think about yourself, Hermione, you're so inconsiderate."

"You have NO RIGHT to call me by my first name. And the chocolate, give it here," she said angrily, grabbing it and wrestling it out of his hands.

"Come now, no need to be so immature—hey! Give-me-that-back," Draco said through bared teeth.

Hermione, in only underclothes, pulled and stumbled and fell onto Draco.

Oh gosh, it would look bad if someone found us like this she thought.

Draco, although smirking profusely, managed to take the chocolate back, but, seeing Hermione lunge at him, trying to protect himself and his prized chocolate, he let his grip on the chocolate bar slip. And amidst attempting to keep his bones intact, dropped it –straight into the fire.

As we can see, having no food initiates a strange psychological condition in which victims who are not that hungry (and hate each other in the first place) have reacted to a life instinct.

"Draco –what have you done?" Hermione said in a sobered whisper.

"Oh, glad to see we're back on first-name terms," he said cheerfully.

"DRACO MALFOY, YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE!" she said, seething.

Draco, laughing inside, thought Mission 1: drive Hermione insane –accomplished. Mission 2: get her to sleep with me --in the process.

"Why are you smirking at a time like this? I'm starving and on the verge of converting to cannibalism so unless you want to be my next meal WATCH OUT," Hermione said dangerously.

"Count me in if you had an obscene meaning in mind. Or was that a threat of killing me?"

"It was a threat," she said, fuming.

"Had, I'd like to see you try to kill me. It'd be the other way around alot sooner with your bloody bickering all the time."

"Oh please. You kill me? You couldn't kill a fly."

"Of course I wouldn't," he said solemnly, " there are spells for that. Seriously, what age do you live in?"

"Actually that's an expression," Hermione said, feeling exasperated.

"Well, one of us should go find some more dry wood for the fire."

"After you ate the only food we had, not to mention dropped it in the middle of the fire – honey if anything that'll be you.

"Oh, nice to see you feel that way about me."

"Keep dreaming Malfoy–"

"What if I die in the woods? Wouldn't you feel sorry?"

"I'd feel thankful."

"Fine. Anyway, while I'm gone, cook up something for us to eat."

"What? I can't cook! And what would I cook?"

"I don't know, that's for you to figure out, you're the woman."

"But I can't do miracles."

"You can do miracles with my heart, darling. No, actually with my erection."

"That was sick and wrong in so many ways…"

"Right then, I'll be off."

With an amused expression, Hermione watched the shivering form in only boxers walk away into the distance. She lay her head back on the bush and rested, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire go through her cold body. Within minutes she was fast asleep.

She dreamt of chocolate bars and wearing dry clothes, then of Christmas and Malfoy and a delicious roast turkey dinner. Aaah, she could almost smell the meat roasting…

She woke to the sound of Draco's voice. "What's cooking, pretty-looking?"

"What a cheap use of word-play. But nothing's cooking, I told you I can't cook."

"What's that smell then?"

"I don't know, but it smells like roast turkey," Hermione commented.

Draco's gaze diverted to the fire.

"Oh shit! Oh SHIT! MY BLOODY BAG IS ON FIRE!"

He dived into the fire like a madman, attempting to rescue his bag form its horrible ashy death. Patting it desperately to free it from the flames, his hands were blistering. Finally he succeeded in saving his bag, and gave Hermione an exhausted look.

"Well, we don't have any matches now."

"It's okay, next time Neville will give me more."

"What do you mean?"

"Neville created a bunch of matches while trying to transfigure the hairs on his leg into galleons."

"Oh, that explains the disgusted look Snape had when he tossed me the matches and said, 'Here, Malfoy.'"

"I'll go see if our our clothes are dry."

"Actually I'd rather keep staring at your gorgeous body."

"What? I didn't hear you," Hermione called.

"Nothing," Draco sighed. He'd always wanted things he couldn't have.

Ha! finally finished this chapter. hope you enjoyed. No idea when i can next update but hopefully in about a week.