Bon Appetite! - Chapter Eight

"Merlin curse it, Malfoy!" Hermione growled at him for the third time that night as she took a firm hold on the wool blanket and yanked it back towards her. It had been a week since they had found the book – a very long week Seeing as there was only one bed and one blanket, the week had been full of troubles.

"Get your own damn blanket, Granger!" Malfoy grunted back.It was still the middle of the night.

Hermione crossed her arms haughtily.

"Malfoy," she retorted plainly, "in case you have not noticed sometime in, oh, lets see -the last week – we are stuck back in time, we have no wands, we have no money (especially not from this time or place), we have no sewing kit, and we most definitely do not have another blanket!"

Malfoy smirked, although she could not see it; it was dark. He loved provoking her.

"Maybe you could go tackle a sheep," heretorted sarcastically as he yanked the blanket back.

Hermione groaned. It was going to be a very long night…

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When the next morning finally came along, Hermione fell out of the bed and picked up her book. She flipped through the pages until she reached the reverse potion for The Draught of Time. She scanned the ingredients:

½ pound willow bark

3 fireflies

1 handful of forget-me-nots

7 moonstones

1 thing (such as a hair or leaf) that came from the time to which you wish to return

They would probably be able to find all of them. The only things she was unsure of were the moonstones, but it should be manageable.

"Dra – Malfoy!" She called, immediately correcting herself.

Draco noticed her words and smirked – she had almost called him by his first name – how…unlike Granger.

"Yes Hermione?" He called innocently.

"Don't call me that!" She told him. She didn't want to become too familiar with him; she wasn't used to him calling her by her name.

"Why not…Hermione?" He smirked again at the look on her face when she turned.

"Because…" She said for lack of a better answer. "Just…don't."

Malfoy raised his eyebrow – a typical Malfoy thing to do.

"Whatever you say…Hermione…"

Hermione glared at him.

"So…what was it you wanted to talk about?" He asked nonchalantly.

Hermione held up the book to show him the list.

"Here are the ingredients…I suppose we can find all of them here, but I don't know about the moonstones."

"We can find them," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh really?"

"Mhhmmm."

"How?"

"We have to collect seven white stones, coat them in eagle's blood, leave them in the fire for eight days and lay them outside in a row on the next full moon. By the next morning they will have turned into moonstones."

"Oh, so it's that easy then?" Hermione asked him sarcastically.

"Naturally." He said, smirking.

"Right then," said Hermione, "I guess we should go find seven white stones."

"And an eagle," said Malfoy with a malicious glint in his eye.

Hermione glared at him.

"And an eagle."