B is for Bacon
"Oh yeah, Harry, I forgot to tell you mention something to you." Hermione told her best friend over breakfast one morning.
"What?" Harry replied, looking at her quizzically.
"Well, I was in the library yesterday…" She was cut off by Ron.
"Oh, of course you were!" He said through massive bites of toast and eggs. Harry chuckled and motioned for Hermione to continue.
"Shut up. Anyway, I came across this thing…" She trailed off, leaving Harry hanging on the edge as she reached for the plate of bacon. "Hey! Where'd the bacon go?" She asked, glancing around for the plate and looked disappointed. Harry shrugged his shoulders and Ron let out a groan of anger crossed with disappointment.
"Continue." Harry urged.
"No! Where's our bacon!" Hermione demanded, her eyes roaming up and down the table for a plate she could steal off. "We are the only three people in this room not in reach of some bacon!"
"Maybe the elves forgot?" Harry said. "Now, what did you come across?"
Hermione ignored the second half of Harry's comment. "Elves never forgot, Harry. You and I both know that. Now shut up and help me look for it!" She demanded.
The look in Harry's eyes explained to Hermione that even though he longed to hear the rest of the story, he knew that he wasn't going to hear it unless Hermione had some bloody bacon in her grasp.
"Where is it!" Hermione screamed, jumping up into a standing position so she could scan the other tables for a possible thief. "Who took my bacon?" More and more heads were beginning to turn, and Hermione eyed each and every one of them with suspicion. Her eyes slithered over the Hufflepuff table, the Ravenclaw table and finally to the Slytherin table. She stared at them all, as though she was questioning their authority.
"'Mione. Sit down, you're over-reacting." Harry said, tugging lightly on her jumper.
"No." She said, still staring at the unphased Slytherins. Her eyes scanned the table for the extra plate, when suddenly she came upon a man, clutching two platters of bacon almost upright, as if taunting her with them. The hands of the man clutching the bacon were attached of a head with platinum blonde hair and silver eyes that could encase anyone in their path in rage, love, fear of confusion. Draco Malfoy presented her the smile that her reserved only for her but his lips quickly resumed their usual, smirking state before nodding silently to the door. Hermione glared at him and felt Ron's gaze on her.
"Find the culprit?" He questioned.
"Yes."
"Who?"
"I'm sorry, but the bacon calls." She hurried to gather her things and ignored Ron's questions and Harry's begs to know more. Hermione was too wrapped up in the thoughts of her bacon and its sexy thief.