Bon Appetite! - Chapter Four

Hermione poured the batter onto the frying pan, and quickly rotated the pan, so the batter spread equally over its surface. It cooked almost immediately. She turned it over, and when it looked done, she lifted the finished crepe onto her plate.

"Wow Hermione, that looks wonderful!" Madame Alexander came over to gush about her perfect crepe.

Hermione turned to thank her, then asked where the fruit was. Madame Alexander pointed to a table in the corner, and Hermione made her way over to it.

Draco took this chance to poison the crepe. He took out the vile and held it over Hermione's plate. Just at that moment, Hermione turned around; he did not have time to measure out just a drop. He tipped the whole thing over the crepe and watched as the clear, unscented liquid dried up into the French delicacy. A sense of dread began to form in the pit of his stomach.

Hermione walked back over to the table, totally unsuspecting. She piled the fruit onto her crepe and watched as Draco made his own. When it was finished, he too went over to the table. Draco took longer than Hermione had. Hermione set the vile down on the table next to Draco's crepe and removed the cork.

"What's that Ms.Granger?"

Hemione flinched, spilling the whole vile over the crepe. She turned around to see Madame Alexander.

"Is it some sort of dressing for your crepe? Some sugary potion?" The teacher asked, fascinated.

"Oh, um," Hermione stuttered. "Um yes, yes it is."

"Ah, wonderful," said the teacher walking away.

'Oh Merlin,' Hermione thought. 'This is not good.'

Draco walked back over to the table and put a few slices of French cheese onto his crepe. He sat down next to Hermione.

Hermione glanced at Draco as he took a bite. She looked away.

Draco looked over at Hermione as she started to eat her own crepe.

The two finished before the bell rang. Hermione went off to Transfiguration. Draco went to potions.

Hermione looked around the classroom. She felt very drowsy. She nodded off for a few seconds, then snapped her head back up again.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Asked Ron from the seat next to her.

"What? Oh, yes, I'm just a bit tired," Hermione replied, barely registering any thing that was happening.

"Malfoy wake up this instant!" Professor Snape snapped at the sleeping blond, who immediately jolted up at his words.

"Sorry Professor," Draco muttered, embarrassed.

"You will report for detention tomorrow night at eight understand, Malfoy?"

"Yes, sir," he muttered dejectedly.

The last bell of the day rang. Draco walked slowly over to the Slytherin House and retired to his dorm.

After Transfiguration Hermione went back to her dorm room and fell asleep as soon as she hit her bed.
Hermione woke up to raindrops hitting her face. Her eyes flew open. She was lying in a grassy field surrounded by large trees. She could hear a stream to her left. She turned her head to the right. There was a small hut. She sat up, very confused. She turned around and gasped. Behind her lay none other than Draco Malfoy!

Hermione stood up quickly, stumbling backward. How did she get here? She had gone to sleep on her bed. She didn't remember anything happening after that.

She looked down at herself. She was still wearing her school uniform and her bag was still slung over her shoulder. Draco was clad the same.

"Malfoy." Hermione said quietly, nudging him with her foot. He stirred and his eyes shot open, meeting hers.

Malfoy immediately stood up, looking very confused. He turned in a circle quickly and once again ended up facing Hermione.

"Where the bloody hell are we Granger?"

"I have absolutely no idea. I went to sleep in my dorm, I woke up, and now here I am."

Suddenly Hermione remembered the potion.

"Oh no! Oh Merlin!"

"What is it Granger?" Malfoy asked, looking anxious but totally composed at the same time. How did he do that?

"The potion! Oh no! This has to have something to do with the potion. The crepes, the potion, oh no!" Hermione crumpled, sitting down on the mossy bank of the stream.

"The potion, but – how the hell do you know about the potion in the crepe?" Draco exclaimed.

"What! How do you know about that?" Hermione asked, completly lost.

"I poisoned your crepe."

"No, no, no, no! This has to be wrong! I poisoned your crepe!"

Suddenly something dawned on Hermione.

"Oh, no this can't be right! We both did the same thing. Oh in the name of Merlin, who would have thought...?"

"We both poisoned the crepes with the exact same thing. Oh, this is bad Granger. I poured the whole vile on yours." Draco said, sounding as if it were not a bad thing at all.

"You didn't!" Hermione gasped.

"I did." Draco said quietly, hiding a smirk.

"You vile ferret!" She yelled loudly. Then she whispered."I did the same thing."

"What? Granger, this has to be wrong." Draco said, horrified. "If my father knew that I was going to have to spend the rest of my life with a mudblood...," He forced out quietly, awestruck.

Hermione ignored his coment. They were both shocked beyond belief. They stared at each other in silence. The rain poured down soaking them and the stream bubbled along happily next to them. They sat there, unsure of what to do. The sun set and it began to get very cold.

Hermione remembered the small hut. She turned to look at it. She stood up as a cold gust of wind blew past. She shivered and tried to brush the dirt off her robes. This did not work very well, seeing as most of it was now mud.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked as she started to walk towards the hut.

"The hut." She said simply.

She pulled open the old wooden door and walked into the small shelter. Remembering her school bag, she reached into it for her wand. It wasn't there. Malfoy stepped up behind her.

"Got your wand?" She asked him hopefully.

He checked his pockets but they were empty. He shook his head.

'Oh well,' she thought. 'There will be enough light in the morning.'

She walked a few feet into the small room, and sat down on the dirt floor. She removed her school bag, curled up and tried to go to sleep. She heard Malfoy close the door against the cold. He walked across the room and sat down against the wall. It took hours for them to fall asleep, and by the time the morning came, neither of them was ready to get up.