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It was a sunny day at Hogwarts, the sun shone down upon the grounds basking the students in a golden light. Many of the students were gathered in groups of two or three, casually strolling around the grounds. It was a peaceful day at Hogwarts, an occurrence that did not happen really. Of course it was going to be broken.
A bunch of students lined the shore to the lake, many either paddling around the edge of swimming confidently in the deeper waters. This was where Harry James Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, eighth year students, could be found. If one looked closer they would see Ron bobbing about, diving down into the depths of the lake from time to time. Hermione was waist height kicking around lazily, she was both edging Ron on and talking to Harry who sat fully clothed on the bank of the lake.
This was how they would have stayed if not for a cocky bunch of Slytherin's. The group was led by a Blaise Zabini, and contained Crabbe, Nott, Parkinson and Malfroy. While Zabini led the group confidently, Malfroy hung at the back; dragged by Parkinson and Nott. After the war Harry, to the bemusement of his peers, had made up with the blonde. This was the reason Malfroy hung back. Blaise had had one intention since setting foot out the common room: to provoke as many people as possible. It had started a good day, a few first years, some fifth years, a gang of giggling Hufflepuff girls, it had been alright. Then Crabbe had spotted Potter.
As soon as Zabini laid eyes on him he was already striding off towards the lake. Draco had tried to stop the impending fight by dragging the olive boy back. That had caught his attention.
"Awww does Draco have a crush?" was his first words. They were meant as a joke and Draco knew it. After all he didn't fancy potter. Not one bit. He was a boy goddammit! And he had said as much to Blaise. Draco had tried he really had, to stop them marching down to the little trio.
"Fine if you want to antagonize Potter you can but I will see you later." He had then turned and stalked away. He had stalked away perhaps three meters before he was stopped by a very large Crabbe obstructing his path. That was why he was being dragged along now. Simply because they thought it funny.
Finally they were nearing their destination, potter. "Hey scar head!" Parkinson. Harry turned at this looking thoroughly confused. His eyes took in the confident little group, the struggling Draco. When had it become Draco anyway?
"Yes?" harry replied. In all honesty he was curios to what they were going to do, they had been tormenting all day. Nothing would work on him he was sure, facing Voldemort, whether in his mind or face to face, on almost a weekly base last year had done him some good at least. Draco was struggling now, he looked like he really didn't want to be here.
"I'm not a part of it Potter." Draco. That explained why he was trying to get free, they had literally dragged him across Hogwarts.
"Why you not swimming Potter? Too scared?" Nott. His face was triumphant, probably glad he had found something to say. Little did he know that he was dead on. Harry was scared. He didn't know how to swim and frankly after what he had experienced with water before he was good with avoiding it.
Harry's mind flashed back to the cave, Dumbledore leaning heavily begging harry to kill him. Harry pulled out of that train of thought, it sometimes haunted his sleep he did not need it to haunt his days too. He pulled out his mask, not even Ron and Hermione knew of his fear.
"No, not at all just admiring the day from here is all." His voice was flat, he practically radiated indifference. He just hoped no one noticed what was really going on, that would be worse.
Draco had stopped struggling, he was now looking at Harry with a confused expression. Surely it was because of him being so calm with Slytherin's not that he had noticed Harry's change from Happy to flat. Harry hoped.
"You wouldn't mind taking a dip then." Parkinson.
"If I wanted to, no I wouldn't, but alas I'm fully dressed." Harry.
"Not a problem for us." Goyle. Zabini had whipped out a wand and Harry felt himself rise. It became clear what they were planning – bar Draco, when he started drifting towards the lake. Zabini was smiling, he didn't know but he had to stop. Harry had started to panic.
"Put me down Zabini." Harry. Blaise made no sign he had heard him though just continued with his spell work and drifted him a little further out. "I said put me back Blaise." Panic was seeping into his voice now but they were all too amused to notice. Even Ron and Hermione were chuckling, they didn't know of Harry's fear. Only Draco seemed to notice, his face slipping into a frown. By now he was a good way over the lake, there was no way to tell how deep it was now, Harry was sure he couldn't touch the floor though. He couldn't swim, fear of water, it was just not his day. The logical thing was to call out his fear and prevent the whole thing but Harry's panic-ridden brain wasn't thinking strait.
"Please!" Harry. That one word was enough to panic Draco, Harry never begged. Not even in the war. There was something wrong. He had to stop it because frankly it looked like Harry was panicking.
"That's enough." Draco's voice was steely, you would have been insane to argue. "Bring him back, put him down." It was an order. They should have followed.
"Put him down, okay." Blaise. What happened next was astounding. Zabini flicked his wand and Harry started to fall, no one seemed to notice the look of panic on his face. As Harry hit the water Draco's heart stopped, he was quite deep now.
The next few seconds were horrendous, Harry splashed trying to get his head above water. Surely he was kidding right? It was the cry for help that got him, a simple help and Draco was off. The Ice Prince of Slytherin Draco Malfroy, obsessed with being clean perfect and pristine dived into the lake. Fully clothed.
Draco could swim, it was very rare that a pure-blooded heir couldn't. Draco was across the lake faster than anyone else could have been, yes he was out of practice but the pre panic pulsing through his veins had set of an adrenalin rush. He had to reach Harry.
He dove, he could just see Harry, maybe five meters down? He had been under for maybe thirty seconds now? Definitely thirty by the time Draco had looped an arm round his waist. The blonde hugged the brunette tight to his body as he kicked upwards, surfacing a few seconds later. Harry's eyes were closed but at least he had access to air now. They began their journey to shore.
It wasn't a very long one but Draco hadn't stopped panicking yet, what if he didn't wake up? Harry the-boy-who-lived dyeing on him? Looking at the boy he saw the way the wet locks clung to his face, his soft pink lips and decided that frankly he was too good-looking to die. Those big emerald eyes needed to be open again. Since when was Harry good-looking? Never mind nearly at the shore.
Harry was a dead weight trying to get onto shore and so Draco simply slumped him over. People rushed to help, Granger, the Weasel, hell even Zabini but Draco swatted their hands away claiming Harry his charge.
Parkinson was missing, hopefully to get Madam Pomfrey but she would be here in time, he needed to act now to save the boy below him. But what to do? He was pure-blooded he should know this stuff, drilled into him by his father from an early age. Just what first?
Pulse. He pushed his fingers against the brunette's neck, searching. Where was it?! Maybe it was gone. No, there! It was barely noticeable now probably fading right now. Okay next stage, what is it? There were too many people, too much pressure, too much panic. Granger was sobbing to the Weasel, his friends looked ashamed. Crabbe refused to look his way at all. Still no sight of Pomfrey. He needed to block them out to focus, he needed to remember. So that's what he did, he blocked them out.
Breathing. He needed to check if potter was breathing. Moving his hand from his neck he pressed it against his nose, hoping to feel the telltale puff of air there. None. He wasn't breathing, but he was still alive. He needed to open Harry's airways. Quick. Draco clasped Harry's nose shut with his right hand, he ignored the Grangers shouts of "no! He needs to breath!" she obviously didn't know how to save her friend. Draco brought his lips down any sealed them over Harry's, this seemed to bring Granger back to reality. She finally understood. She was the only one though, as most the eighth years looked on in shock at the supposed 'kissing' between the two boys. One, two, three, four, five. Draco pushed the air into Harry's lungs. He then removed his mouth from the shorter boys and unclasped his nose, instead placing them on the boy's chest and pumping.
The crowd of eighth years watched realizing the two 'enemies' were not in fact kissing, but why Draco would volunteer himself for this task was beyond them. He had practically growled when Granger had tried to help Harry out of the water. Said girl was now clung to Ron looking to all the world vacant.
One, two, three, four, five. Draco finished pumping. He restarted his cycle, stealing the boy's lips once again. Pomfrey was visible now at the castle doors, god it had took her long enough. There was still a few minutes until she reached them though so Draco didn't stop. He released Potters lips, placing his hands on his chest. One, two, three, four- harry was awake. He spluttered at first, coughing up a bit of water he had swallowed in the lake. He tried to sit up, putting a shaking hand to his chest as if to try and steady it.
That was it. That was the sign the blonde needed. He wanted to collapse from relief but he couldn't allow himself. Hands were reaching from all sides towards Harry, he couldn't let that happen. Harry was his. It was their fault in the first place had no-one else seen him panic? Yet they still dropped him.
"No. th- this is your fault." It was all Draco could manage at that point, he had not spoken aloud since he dove into the lake. If anything he was in shock himself, his wet clothing and the suddenly cold breeze wasn't helping either of them. No one else seemed to feel it though. Draco had to protect his Harry once more, so he did the first thing that came to mind. He pulled the brunette into his lap and clung for dear life.
He did not hear the shouts directed at him or Harry any longer, his shivering was overcoming him now. But he had to keep Harry safe, warm, away from the people that had caused this. Pomfrey was upon them now, so was Snape who must have been with her at the time of Parkinson's arrival.
Exhaustion was eating at him now, he had swum half way across the lake in under thirty seconds, to swim back in possibly even less time carrying a dead weight. He was wet and extremely cold, he had no towel and his uniform clung to him. He had given his air to potter and continued to exert himself pumping potters chest, trying to save the life of the boy he had never cared so much about. He cared about potter, he realized this and he was never letting go.
He couldn't feel himself being shook, he was most probably in shock anyways. The last thing he remembered is Harry's hands finding his neck before he slipped into his exhaustion. It was lucky madam Pomfrey was there really, no one thought about how tired Draco actually was.
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