Freezing. Ice. Pain. Cold. Dark. Lost.
These are the things that the blond felt as he fell into the water. He hadn't meant to fall in, but he had fallen in anyways. He struggled towards the surface. He didn't know how to swim and there was no one around at this time of night to help him.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die in this lake and no one will ever know.
Burning. Racing. Afraid.
Some one please...help me.
The blond felt strong arms wrap around him and pull him to the surface. He coughed and shook as he broke the surface gasping for air. He didn't know who his savior was, but he was thankful they had been there. He felt his body being pulled to the shore of the lake. Once back on the shore he laid there just breathing.
After a few moments he looked over at his savior, he was sitting up, hunched over. He gasped as he recognized the person.
"Potter!" the blond exclaimed.
"Yes, Malfoy, it's me," said Harry, turning his head to look at the blond.
"Why in the world – "
"Well I couldn't just let you drown now could I?" said Harry.
"Actually I was going to ask why in the world you were out here in the middle of the night?" said Draco.
"Many reasons. And you? Obviously not trying to learn how to swim," said Harry smirking.
"Shut up Potter! I was trying out a new spell," said Draco.
"That was obvious enough. You about killed yourself as well," said Harry, "Had I not seen you fall in, you'd be dead."
"I know that, there's no need to state the obvious," said Draco.
"So what's the spell?" asked Harry.
"It's supposed to make you walk across water but obviously it still needs some work," said Draco, sitting up and wrapping his arms around his knees. He was really cold since his clothes were all wet and it was freezing outside since it was getting close to winter.
"Well I suggest we get back to the castle before Snape finds us out here," said Harry as he stood up to leave.
"You never answered my question," said Draco, following suit.
"Which one?"
"About why you were outside after hours," said Draco.
"Reasons," said Harry walking off.
Draco jogged up to Harry, so they were now walking side by side.
"That's not an answer Potter," said Draco.
"I don't have to give you one, you know," said Harry looking at Draco from the corner of his eyes.
"Fine, like I care anyways," said Draco.
"You really want to know," said Harry, "I come out here to think about life. To wonder why I have to be what I am? To ponder what would happen if Voldemort attacked Hogwarts. To wonder what I would do if there was a big battle between Voldemort and me? Just to think about things."
"Why?" asked Draco, "Why do you care about things like that?"
"Because I fear what the future brings. I don't want to be the cause of something horrible if I know I can stop it. I don't want anyone to die because of me. Not anymore," said Harry.
Draco knew Harry was referring to Sirius. His father had told him about the whole incident when Voldemort had bailed all the Death Eaters out of Azkaban. Unfortunately he didn't know what to say to Harry.
They walked up the steps to the doors of Hogwarts and entered silently. Neither wanted to be caught by a teacher. No seventh year wanted to be caught by a teacher, no matter what rule they were breaking. They broke off in the hall to head to their separate common rooms.