Hello, I'm back! I know, it's been horrible lately. But, hopefully the break is over, and I'll be back on schedule.

A/N- No, I don't own Harry Potter.

Nope, still don't own it.

Hermoine was on the ground, where Malfoy had left her. Tears came to her eyes unwillingly. She was still trying to believe this was some weird dream, or nightmare. She had never heard of this happening before- not even in Muggle movies where anything could happen.

Hermoine looked around the small clearing she was in. It would have been nice, if she was there to go camping with her parents. She was surrounded by trees, there was a small shack in one corner, a garden in another, and small stream flowing near the edge of the trees on one side. Malfoy had gone, and was dangling his feet in the creek. It would have been a beautiful place, if it weren't for one of its occupants.

She rubbed her cheek tenderly, knowing there was going to be a bruise. She got up from the ground, and brushed herself off. She walked to the garden to see what sort of shape it was in. Hermoine was getting hungry, and it wasn't likely that there were Big Macs in the small shanty.

The garden was quite extensive, having fruits, beans, potatoes, spinach, asparagus, and other edible plants in it. Hermoine hadn't ever gardened much, only being home two months out of the year, but when she was younger her mother had taken her out into the Granger's small, yet neatly tended, garden. Immediately, Hermoine knew it was a mistake to think about her parents. She wasn't going to miss seeing them, but to know what was going on. She was used to not seeing her mom or dad for months at a time, but she almost always went home for Christmas and Easter.

Hermoine shook her head. It wasn't going to help her to brood over her parents and friends. She stepped into the garden, and grabbed the nearest tomato. And then a handful of spinach leaves. Running out of hands to hold items, she lifted her shirt partway to her belly was showing a little. She put the tomato and leaves into her shirt, making a mini-apron. Gathering some more vegetables at random, she filled her shirt and then set back towards where the bag of supplies was still sitting.

Draco was dangling his feet into the water, fuming. The mudblood, of all people he could have gotten stuck with, he was with the mudblood! He wasn't planning on being there very long, he knew his father would find him soon enough. But to have to stay for two seconds with that mudblood! He could only hope he wouldn't go crazy.

The stream was crystal-clear and had quite a fast current. Not too fast, that there wouldn't be some fish, but fast enough. Draco was getting hungry too. The last meal he had had was a quick bagel on the way to Diagon Alley.

'I wonder if Granger is finding anything to eat.' Draco thought. His stomach was growling, but he didn't know if he could trust her not to poison him. But no, that's the way he thought. Girls didn't think that way, most girls anyway. They were too caring, too kind, too worried about another person's feelings. Definitely another reason why males are superior. Girls are only good for one thing. Except for Granger. She's not even worth a Knut.

A/N Yeah, that's it. It's kinda short, I know. Only 600 words. Anyway, I'll try to get working again.