AN: I'm not dead! -dodges rotten vegetable assault- Sorry guys, but my fanfiction depends heavily on what I'm fangirling at the moment. I'm doing my best, but the mental state required for my other fics just isn't around. So, I'm thinking the best thing for me to do is to start a series of one-shots for each of my fandoms. That way I'm not leaving you guys with a bunch of cliffhangers and unfinished stories.

So, my first series will be a Dramione one-shot series.

Please note: After the fourth book I only read the new ones once, so chances are there will be facts that won't coincide with the books. I will state whether or not these are AU, non-HBP compatible, etc at the beginning of each one-shot.

Now then, I do not own Harry Potter or The Wizard of Oz. Anyone who thinks I do, is in severe need of a reality check.

Onward!

Not compatible with around book 5 on.

Watered Down

By: Kosei-san

"What did you write for question 4?" Hermione asked Harry, desperation slowly leaking into her voice. They had just finished their last exam of their sixth year and, as she had every year before, Hermione was freaking out. They were about half way to the lake, intending to lie on the banks for a break.

Harry sighed and replied, "Calm down, Hermione. We all know you're going to get the highest mark in the class no matter what you wrote." He looked her in the eye and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Besides, it's already over, so there's nothing that can be done now. We've all had a long week and what we all need right now is some R&R." He grinned, "So, either you lighten up, or I'm tossing you into the lake."

Ron nodded sagely, "And I'll help. You need to loosen up, 'Mione."

Hermione quirked an eyebrow and retorted, "Say that again the next time you need help with your homework."

Ron gulped and aptly shut up.

They reached the lake and dumped their bags to the side. Harry stretched out on the grass, arms cushioning his head. Ron flopped onto his stomach and promptly fell asleep, snoring loudly. Hermione chuckled under her breath and took off her robes, tie, shoes, and socks, leaving her in the simple uniform of a white blouse and grey skirt. Sitting on a ledge just over the lake, she dipped her feet over the edge and into the water, and then pulled a book from her bag. It'd been forever since she'd gotten to read one of her books from home, and she intended to take advantage of the free time before her post-exam panic set back in.

"Well, well, what have we here?" A sneering voice sounded to her right and Hermione almost cringed. Of course.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she said, sighing and setting her book to the side. This was not how she'd wanted her afternoon to go.

Draco simply shrugged and smirked, nudging Ron with his toe, which got him absolutely no reaction.

Upon hearing the word 'Malfoy' Harry quickly sat up, any thoughts of a nap forgotten. "Get lost, Ferret." He growled.

Draco crossed his arms and sneered. "How rude, Pothead. I only wanted to come over and say 'hello'."

Hermione stood and set her hands on her hips. "Well, you've said it, now clear off."

Draco sneered and stepped forward, coming to stand much too close for Hermione's comfort. "That's awfully childish of you, Mudblood."

Inching backwards, Hermione scoffed. This was really getting old, and she wanted to read! She retorted, "I'm childish? Malfoy, you've been using the same insults since second year." She raised her hands in a panicked gesture and continued in a voice mocking his own, "Potheads and Mudbloods and Weasels, oh my!"

Actually getting the Wizard of Oz reference, Harry let out a bark of laughter. No need to step in for this, he thought, Hermione has it well in hand.

Furious and confused, Draco really wished he'd brought Crabbe and Goyle with him. Unfortunately, they were currently in the Great Hall stuffing their faces. For lack of anything better to do, Draco stepped forward again. "Think you're funny do you?" he growled, giving her his most deadly of glares.

Having indirectly seen a basilisk when she was twelve, Hermione was unimpressed. "A bit, yes."

Finally noticing that Hermione was dangerously close to the edge, Draco smirked and took a large step forward. Forgetting the ledge, Hermione stepped back. Her foot met air, and she fell with a splash, landing flat on her arse in the normally barely-over-knee-deep water that now reached her upper chest.

"Now that's funny." Draco smirked, stepping closer to the ledge to see the look on her face.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted, running to the edge to see if she was okay. When he spotted her, he froze.

"Ugh!" Hermione muttered. Her clothes were completely soaked through! Standing, Hermione was about to let loose her worse string of insults yet, when she saw both Harry and Draco looking rather pale. "What?" She looked over her shoulder to make sure there wasn't some kind of sea baddie waiting to eat her. Nothing. Turning to face the boys, she saw both still gaping at her. Now more then a bit peeved, she growled, "Either someone tells me what's so interesting, or I'm going to show you both exactly how good I am at learning curses by reading about them."

Draco just shook his head, turned tail, and ran like the devil himself was on his heels.

Pulling herself back onto dry ground, Hermione got her wand from her bag and performed a quick drying charm. Turning back to Harry, who seemed to have snapped out of whatever stupor he'd been in, she asked, "Well?"

Harry just shook his head and sat back down, putting both hands over his eyes as if to block out an image.

Hermione stared at him, shocked. Did she have seaweed in her hair or something? After checking and confirming that there wasn't anything horribly wrong with her appearance, Hermione shrugged and went back to her book.

Rom woke and looked up blearily, "What'd I miss?"

Hermione shrugged. "I have no idea."

Shrugging himself, Ron flopped back down and his snores resumed.

Back at the castle, within the safety of his deserted dormitory, Draco buried his face in his pillow and tried to dispel the mental image of a very wet Hermione Granger, wearing a very white school shirt. A very wet white school shirt.

Well, he thought, she was definitely right about one thing.

Hermione Granger was far from being 'childish.'