Bon Appetite! - Chapter One
"Bonjour mes etudiants!"
"Bonjour Madame," the Hogwarts French class droned as they filed unenthusiastically into Madame Alexander's sunny fifth-floor classroom.
"D'accord," Madame began, all smiles, "en anglais. Well, you my dears will be embarking on a wonderful adventure next Friday. You will be put to the task of making a deliciously delectable French delicacy without magic!" The class groaned as one. "Crepes!"
"Oh," Hermione uttered out loud, "they're quite good, aren't they? I had them three times during my trip to France just before our forth year."
Madame smiled, delighted at the comment.
"Oh, yes dear. They're just delicious." She looked around at the class, cheery smile still splashed across her face. "Now I'll just be partnering you up." The class groaned again. Madame Alexander began to walk around, seemingly randomly through the rows of desk, pairing students.
"Potter, you're with Goyle here…Thomas with Zabini…Weasley with Parkinson (Ron groaned and Pansy scrunched her puggy nose)…Granger with Malfoy…"
Hermione didn't hear anything after that. Her elbow slipped off the desk and she shot up in her chair quickly to hide her actions. She saw Malfoy looking around at her, a smirk plastered to his arrogant face. He looked back around at Madame, propping his feet up on the desk and leaning back in his chair.
"Well, that's that I suppose…and there's the bell. Class dismissed. Etudiez!"
The class rose in a wave and practically dashed for the open door and freedom. Hermione met up with Ron and Harry as they began to walk down to the Great Hall for lunch before Transfiguration.
"Can you believe she put me with that pug Parkinson? I mean - she's Malfoy's girlfriend!" Ron was ranting as they made their way through the throng of people and into the Great Hall.
"Yeah, well, if it makes you feel any better Ron, she put me with Malfoy himself." Hermione offered, taking a seat at the Gryffindor table and helping herself to a roll.
"Well it really doesn't," Ron muttered irritably, "I mean, he could do something to you! We're not using magic, so he could burn you and make look like an accident or…or poison your food!"
"Don't be silly, Ronald! He would never – "
She broke off, but Ron didn't notice; he was trying to get Harry to join in the discussion.
Hermione's eyes lit up mischievously as she dropped her roll to her plate. She stood up abruptly and threw her book bag over her shoulder.
"Oi! Where are you going, we just got here?"
"Library!" she forced out, hurrying from the table, her bushy hair flying out behind her.
"Figures," she heard Ron mutter as she rushed off, but she didn't care. She had the perfect idea. She was going to poison Malfoy's crepe.