Bon Appetite! - Chapter Seven

Draco spent the rest of the evening sulking.

He was a Malfoy. Malfoys didn't get unwillingly sent back in time, especially with Grangers. Weasleys did, and Potters did, but not Malfoys. Draco did, though, acknowledge the fact that, if he had to be sent back in time, it was probably best that it was with Granger. She was, after all, the brain of the entire school. Also, her looks weren't completely helpless, although he wouldn't admit it, not even at the point of a wand.

They hadn't gotten any farther than figuring out where they were - France, and the approximate year - somewhere around the 1570s.
Hermione had spent the rest of the evening worrying, and trying to think of a plan to get her – well, them - out of there. Hermione was sick of thinking so hard. She had to do something. She decided to write down all the advancements they had made so far.

As Hermione rummaged though her school bag for a quill and a bit of parchment, her hand brushed the spine of a large book. When she touched it, it gave her a strange sensation, as if there were bits of magic flowing through her fingertips. Curious, she pulled it out, only to find it was the blue book with no visible title, the one that she had picked out in the library the day she'd met Malfoy there. Slowly, she opened the cover. The first page had a title on it, a title that made her nearly drop the book. The book was called, Reverse Potions, Their Ingredients, and How to Make Them.

"Malfoy!" She yelled. "Malfoy, get in here!"

"Why should I?" He asked arrogantly.

"Fine, don't, I'll just go on home without you then," Hermione shouted, smiling to herself.

"What!"

Malfoy came banging in through the door, rushing over to her.

"What in Merlin's name have you done now Granger?"

Hermione faced him, smiling. She held out the opened book for him to see. He read the title.

"Where the bloody hell did you get that from?"

"The library," she said, simply.

"Oh, right, of course, and, ah, where did you get the library?"

"I got it when I was still there, in our time."

"Right, so you knew that this was going to happen?"

"Of course not, look Malfoy, remember that day we met in the library?"

"Yes…"

"Well, see, every once-in-a-while, I go to the library, pick out a book at random, go to my corner, and read it."

"Well that's a surprise. Granger reading a book."

"Anyway, I picked this book off the shelf that day, without knowing what it was, went back to read it, but found you there. I found it just now while I was looking through my book bag, decided to figure out what it was, and what-do-you-know, it's the answer to our prayers."

"Merlin, that has to be the most complicated coincidence ever, Granger."

"And the most useful. Now, all we have to do is make sure that the reverse potion for The Draught of Time is one of the potions actually listed in the book, always helpful, you know."

Hermione flipped to the table of contents and began to rake the list with her eyes. Sure enough, there it was, Reverse Draught of Time. If they had all the ingredients and nothing went wrong, they could be going home after all.