Title: Island
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Dudley
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 425
Summary: Dudley and Hermione share a moment on a deserted island.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Isla Hitchens - Bronze - Prompts Used - Island, Isolate, Alone, River
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: February Event - My Love - Prompt Used - lipstick stains
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used - 29. Appropriate
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] Hermione Pairing Challenge - Hermione/Dudley Dursley
200 characters in 200 days: 199. Dudley Dursley
Dudley sat on the edge of the island. He had isolated himself from the group, just needing to be alone. He never imagined he would get stuck on a deserted island with a bunch of magical freaks. And he certainly never imagined that one of those magical freaks would make his heart beat faster at the mere sight of her.
It wasn't appropriate because when he got off this godforsaken patch of sand, he would probably never see Hermione again. And even if he did, and she was interested in him by some miracle, his dad and mum would never allow him to enter into a relationship with a magical freak.
"Dudley?" her sweet voice called.
He didn't turn his head towards it, but she invited herself over and sat down next to him.
"Ron and Harry found a river that looks relatively clean. So at least we have some fresh water."
"Can't you use your sticks to make water?" he asked. For once, his voice was without malice.
Her smile was pained. "We could have if they weren't accidentally snapped in half. The only other way is wandless magic, and Harry's the only one with any abilities at it, and it only works about half the time for him."
"I wonder if we'll ever get off this island," he mused as he rested his head on his knees.
She placed a hand comfortably on his shoulder. "You have to have faith."
He sighed. "It's hard to believe everything will be okay."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she offered.
"Yeah, give me a kiss," he joked, not believing she would actually do it."
Before his eyes, he saw her eyes grow serious. "If that's what you want." She leaned forward and kissed his left cheek, his forehead, and then his right cheek. She pulled back and then leaned forward again, kissing him gently on the lips. "Now do you have faith?" she whispered.
His breathing was short. "Yeah."
"Good. Let's get up then."
He stood up and started walking back to where they had made camp.
"Hold on," she called. She reached up and wiped his cheek. "Lipstick stain," she explained.
He chuckled. "I find it funny that we're on deserted island, but you and the other girls managed to keep a hold of your makeup.
She shrugged. "We're girls. It's what we do."
She took his hand and pulled him after her. Her hand felt warm in his, and it gave him hope that somehow, they would find their way home.