Harry wasn't feeling well at all. He was laying in his own bed in the Gryfindor tower because the nurses station was too full of people to take him in after Voldemorts attack. Ron had tried to cheer him up but when all his funny annecdotes and jokes were shot down with a surly disposition he give it up for a bad job and headed off to class.

Harry moaned and whined until Hermione strolled into his bedroom clucking like a hen with her hands on her shoulders. "You're never going to feel any better laying in bed all day." She said and dragged him to his feet.

"Where are we going?" He protested weakly.

"My mum and da always said the only thing for a nasty cold like what you've got is ice cream and lots of it!"

They snuck into the kitchen after checking that the coast was clear. "But ice cream is far too cold for me to eat right now," Harry said, his teeth a clatter. He'd been shivering all day and night with his awful sickness and couldn't bare the thought of something so frigid in his gullet.

"I've got just the thing for that!" Hermione reassured him and pulled a box of fudge cicles out of the freezer. She plopped one into the microwave without removing the wrapper and set it. "We'll make you some hot coco instead!"

After about a minute Hermione opened the microwave door and peeked in. The wrapper wasn't doing its job at all! She had hoped that it would contain all the melted choclate inside of it so Harrry could drink it straight off the stick but it was seeping through and making a kraugawful mess. It was cleary not going to work the way she had planned. Oh well, she thought, and shut the door and restarted the timer.

They chatted idly while the timer wore down, stealing furtive glances at the other, sitll shy and indirect in their passion. Finally the kitchen was filled with a loud beeping indicating the microwave had completed its task. Hermione tried to pull the fudgecicle out but it was beyond melted and completely stuck to the little glass plate inside.

After a lot of coaxing she was able to pull some of the wrapper out. The melted chocolate pop had curdled and turned into a muckish black wax. Harry tried nibbling on an edge of it but it burned his mouth and he threw it in the trash huffily.

"That's it! I guess I'll just be sick forever!" Harry grumbled then fell into a pit of coughing. His face was streaming snot and sickly effluvia.

Hermione hated to see him like that. She soothed him with some lazy placations and put a couple more fudge pops in a bowl. "Here we go! This way the chocolate will melt into the bowl and not all over the inside of the microwave!" She set the timer for half an hour and the two played a quick game of checkers to pass the time.

When the timer dinged a second time Hermione scurried over and brought it out. Her preemptive laughter turned to ashes in her mouth, the choclate had melted in the bowl, but she must have set the timer for too long. There was barely any left in the bowl, it had pretty much all boiled and bubbled out, coating the inside of the microwave and thoroughly ruining it.

Harry skulked up behind her, eyed the burnt choclate and sighed loudly. "No worries mate," Hermione reassured, "maybe we can..."

Just then a clatter from the pantry caught their attention. With their wands drawn defensively they went to investigate.

There, standing in the darkest back corner was a strange bulky shape. There was a hyrdraulic whine as the thing moved closer to them and they finally got a closer look. It was a bipedal mech droid, silver and dull blue in color. It's legs were bulky with pistons which met at the crotch. Above that was a large chest, two arms with lazer cannons terminated from the ends of its shoulders. It had no neck, the face plate was at the top of the chest area. On top of its head was a mop of curly brown hair.

Harry tensed up all over. That hair... it looked so familiar, almost like...

"Greetings bioforms." The clunky construct intoned. "I am Mecha Granger 20-30. I have been sent from the distant future to ensure the safety of Hermione Prime."

Hermione backed away in confusion. "Harry! What is this?"

Mecha Granger 20-30 approached them, "Hermione Prime! You must come with me, there are dark witches and wizards who would do you harm!" Just then a swirling portal opened up behind 20-30. Hermione gripped Harry's hand in confusion and fear, but the young boy wizard already knew what to do next...