Disclaimer: not mine, never going to be mine (curls up in my little corner and sobs)
The idea came to me after I nearly drowned in the pool. I hopped in on the deep end. But I CAN swim! (squeals indignantly) I can doggy-paddle VERY WELL ;P
Ugh! He simply can't believe it! She's reading. Again. Not that he cared.
Hermione had her nose stuck in a dictionary sized book and appeared to be unaware of anything else. She was sitting on the bank of the Black Lake, staring down at the pages.
Leaning against a tree in the shades, arms folded across his chest, Draco Malfoy vaguely wondered if all she did was read, read, READ. She's been out here three days in a row already. And she looked as if she wouldn't be distracted even if someone jumped out to scared her or-
Then he noticed something. She was sitting very close to the edge. VERY close indeed. And he had a wicked idea. If he just crept up a pushed her form the back, she would be tumbling into the lake.
So being the sneaky little Slytherin that he was, that's exactly what he did.
Unsuspecting, Hermione gave a squeal of panic as she felt strong hands push her forward into the dark water. She struggled to keep her balance, but it was a hard thing to do since she had been sitting cross-legged. Unable to stop herself from falling forward, she fell into the lake with a "plop".
Her eyes stung from the water and the freezing temperature squeezed her lungs. She was just about to stand up and turn around to see her attacker when she realized her feet did not touch the bottom. With fear growing inside her, she looked down. The darkness seemed never-ending. She never knew that it could be so deep so close to the bank.
Looking up again she saw that the light was fading above her head. Either it was getting dark already, or she was sinking FAST. She kicked hard with her legs and waved her arms frantically, trying to reach the surface again with little success. With a sinking body and a sinking heart, Hermione remembered that she couldn't swim.
Draco was starting to feel uncomfortable. It's been nearly a minute and she still didn't come up. What was she playing at? Trying to scare him? No way. He wouldn't fall for it. But as seconds ticked by, no sign of Hermione was seen except for the occasional bubble that drifted upwards. With each pop of the bubbles, he got more and more worried.
Oh Merlin, he thought, don't tell me she drowned! It was only meant to be a prank! He leaned closer to the edge and peered down at the shadowy depths. Oh Merlin, oh Merlin.
Unable to wait anymore, he took off his robes and jumped in. As his eye got used to the darkness and the stinging water, he looked around for any trace of the stubborn Griffindor. First, he thought it was just seaweed, but then he saw that it was actually her bushy hair floating in the greenish light. Well, it wasn't so bushy anymore. Now it was shiny and smooth, flowing behind her and caressing her face...
WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! He must've been mad to think that about her. Shaking his head quickly, as if that would wipe the thought away, he swam towards her small figure.
Then he realized she was unconscious. Swimming quicker now, he was by her side in seconds, then saw another problem. She was tangled in the seaweed. As he fumbled with the slippery material, he felt his lungs burning up from lack of oxygen. But he couldn't just leave her here. With a enormous effort, he ripped apart the surprisingly strong plant and headed for the light above.
What now? Thought Draco as he pulled himself up onto the bank. Still panting and gasping for air, he looked around for anyone who could help. There were no one. Looking down at Hermione's motionless body, he began to panic. Bloody hell, she couldn't be dead...Could she?
He searched his brained for some kind of spell that would revive a drowned person, but found none. Okay, he had to do it the old-fashioned way then. Err...
First things first. Check for breathing. He put his left ear close to her face and listened. Surprisingly, she smelt amazing. So he found him self inhaling deeply, loving the simple sweet scent. And he jumped at his own actions.
...So she was definitely still alive, even if her breathing was really weak. And now- kiss her? Was he really going to KISS HER? Okay, calm down Draco. You're just trying to save her life. But on second thought, seeing her soft pink lips, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea... Shut up, he told himself, just don't think about it. So he knelt beside her, parted her lips, and leaned down...
The moment their lips touched, a tingling feeling spread through him. He felt as he could now taste the sweet aroma and had a strange urge for her to kiss him back. Of course, she couldn't. He abandoned the absurd idea and continued with his task. Now after giving two breaths, umm... He nervously placed his hands on the center of her chest. Focus, FOCUS! Closing his eyes, he firmly pressed down on her lungs, trying to pump air through them. How many times was he suppose to do it again? 15? 30? Oh bloody hell, he thought again miserably, I must be doing it wrong.
After repeating these actions several more times, he began to grow desperate. The brunette did not respond. Just as Draco leaned in to her lips again, she suddenly gasped.
She couldn't stop the coughing. It hurt her lungs. Struggling to sit up, she opened her eyes. The light was so bright all of a sudden, but something right in front of her blocked the sun. It was familiar looking...
"AAH!" Hermione nearly screamed. Malfoy?!
And he looked as if he was about to KISS her!
"What are you doing?" She yelled, for he didn't move, his face was still just inches from hers.
"Get away-" Her next words were muffled. Because Draco's lips had captured hers in a deep kiss, causing her to gasp and his tongue to enter her mouth. She felt herself responding involuntarily. Ugh, Hermione, don't do it, wake up!
With all her strength (and determination), she pushed him away, panting for air. WHAT THE HELL DID HE THINK HE WAS DOING?
She glared at him. He smirked the trademark Malfoy smirk. She felt butterflies flutter inside her despite her anger. Merlin, why did he have to look at me like that? She thought.
"Stop that," She said, "This isn't funny."
He kept on smirking, making her feel light-headed again. Although it might be just because she had nearly drowned. Then she remember why she was all wet and grumpy. He had PUSHED HER INTO THE LAKE!
Feeling anger rush into her again, she abruptly stood up and attempted to stomp away. She didn't want to see his face. But just as abruptly, two strong arms circled her waist and held her down. Damn the Quidditch practices, she thought, why did he have to be so strong? And annoying, and mean, and gorgeous, and breath-taking, and... Stop it!
She turned around furiously, partly angry at herself for thinking those insane thoughts. "What more do you want? You've pushed me into the lake, I nearly drowned, and now you KISS me just to humiliate me even more. Mission accomplished. LET ME GO NOW!!"
He gently but firmly pulled her downed again. Tears were now shining in her chocolate brown eyes. "Shh." was all he said, before his cool lips found hers again.
She couldn't struggle any more. She didn't want to. So she sighed and let him hold her, whatever his motive was, Hermione couldn't care less right now. Maybe she wouldn't have it any other way.
Err... The ending was a bit weak, eh? I think I'm getting bad at fluff now. Help me revise it please!