Draco and Hermione stepped out of the fire. Draco was very confused, for he had never been out of his fathers reach before. He opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione beat him to it. "So this is the Muggle world, Draco. I have taken you to the fanciest diner I know." Draco saw a obvious flaw in the plan. "Mione, isn't the bartender going to notice you're taking me?" Hermione laughed and pocked Draco's arm. "Are you seriously that thick? Can't you do magic, Draco?" Draco scrunched up his face and thought. All of the sudden the answer literally hit him in a bottle. "Ow..........oh, Polyjuice potion! But who should we use it on?" Hermione smiled and blushed. "I.....have a little brother. He used to come here often...it had the only food he would eat willingly. Guess what it is, it's something you like..." "Well, I like mussels a lot....." Hermione gave Draco a smile that said "Correct." "Ok, let's go over the macterials. Money?" Draco felt his pockets. "Check." "Polyjuice?" "Check." "Connor's hair?" "Wait, that's your brother's name?" "We haven't got much time, Draco. Connor's hair?" "Check." "And finally, each other?" Hermione squeezed Draco's hand. "Double check." And Draco kissed Hermione. A few minutes, or a couple seconds later, they let go. "Let's go."