Falling for Hermione Granger, he decided, was a lot like drowning.
He had been unfortunate enough to experience that particular sensation on a rare family trip to the Caribbean during the summer of his second year at Hogwarts. He wasn't a huge fan of deep water, though he certainly didn't consider himself a weak swimmer, but once the current sucks you under, really, what are you going to do?
That same feeling was pulling at him now.
One minute he was paddling comfortably in the clear waters of the occasional lustful thought, and now...
Now he was drowning.
He had been sucked down into treacherous, murky depths by a current he hadn't seen coming, just like he had all those years ago.
She filled his mouth and nose, swirled his hair into his face. He couldn't hear anything other than the deafening sound of wanting her.
He knew that if he opened his eyes, all his blurry vision would be able t focus on was her, too. If he took so much as a breath now, his lungs would fill up as well, and that would really be the end for him.
He was resisting, though.
His chest burnt with the effort of not breathing in; of not giving in. Now he was down so deep that there wasn't even the reassuring glimmer of sunshine from the surface. He was done for. Nobody was coming to pull him out this time, but then again... did he really want them too?
He wasn't so sure now.
Draco opened his eyes, and took a deep breath in.