Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money off of this. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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For the second time in two days, Severus and Hermione found themselves falling into a body of water.
"Severus?" Hermione called, as soon as she resurfaced. "Severus-"
"I'm right here," he said, making her spin around. "Looks like you got your wish…we just went straight into the water."
Hermione smiled. "Maybe I'll get my other wish and see you climb a tree."
"No."
"Well, what if I got stuck in a tree? Maybe I might want another coconut."
"Not likely."
"Well, what if a monkey or another snake attacks me?" Hermione countered.
"Hermione, I have yet to see a monkey on this island."
"But what if I get stuck in a tree? " She persisted.
"I'm sure you can fall without a problem," he said.
Hermione ignored him. "I think you'd save me. All of a sudden, you have this knight in shining armor thing going on since we've gotten on the island."
He paused a moment and then started to swim for land.
"How's your hand? You don't think the snake is poisonous, do you?"
"I…don't know," he replied after a moment. "It looked like some kind of boa…most of those aren't venomous."
"What if it is?" She asked slowly.
"Then we're going to have to hope that someone finds us soon," he instantly regretted the choice of words when he saw Hermione's face. "But I don't think it's poisonous," he added, hoping that she would believe him, as he walked onto land. "Are you coming too?"
"I think I'm going to let the mud wash off me for a little bit longer," Hermione replied. "You know, if we weren't stranded here, I'd say it'd be a nice vacation spot."
"My black shirt isn't in the water, is it?" He asked.
Hermione looked around. "No. Why?"
"I need it," Severus informed her, as he took his knife out and cut a slit in the top of his sleeve.
Hermione watched as he ripped the sleeve from his shirt and then ripped a smaller strand from it. He shoved the extra piece into his pocket and with the other, he tied it around the bite wound, while Hermione started swimming towards him.
"You're done already?"
"No," she said, as she walked out of the water. "You should just rip the other sleeve off as well; it looks weird with only one," she voiced, as she grabbed his sleeve.
"What are you doing?" He asked, as she yanked it, and it ripped right off. "See, if you grab it right by the seams, you don't need a knife."
"I could have done that myself," he said, as she handed him the ripped off piece.
Hermione walked back into the water, but stopped when she was waist-deep.
"Can you turn around for a moment?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Why?"
"I need to wash my shirt," she said simply.
He raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"I need to take it off to get all of the dirt out."
He sighed and then turned around. "You at least got a peek."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Are you trying to say something, Severus?"
He crossed his arms. "Well, you have under…things on, don't you?"
"I'd never thought I'd have this conversation with you. Yes, I do. But you still can't turn back around."
"How long do you think it'll take them to find us, once they realize we're gone?" She asked.
"I'm sure they'll find our wands with locator charms. Someone will be smart enough to realize that they were splinched from us. I'd say we're probably somewhere in the middle of the two locations, although I'm not exactly sure. If anything, I'm sure one of your friends will get desperate and Accio us."
"Does it work on people?" Hermione asked.
He shrugged. "But if I suddenly see you floating away, I'll know why."
Hermione crinkled her noise. "That'll take forever. And I'm sure muggles will see me."
"Like I said, if your friends get desperate. I don't even know why you had me turn around…you have your back to me-"
"Severus!"
"What? I'm still turned around."
"You looked?"
"I glanced," he corrected. "To see if you were done. It's completely different."
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"Are we sleeping here?" Hermione asked, as they sat down near the waterfall.
Severus nodded. "Unless you want to go back to the cave or shoreline."
Hermione shook her head.
"How's your hand?" She asked, after a few moments of silence passed.
"Well, at least it's not poisonous," he replied. "Then I'd," he suddenly stopped.
"Severus, are you alright?" Hermione jumped up.
His eyes closed and he started to sway.
"Severus-"
A smirk popped up on his face. "Then I'd be acting like this," he stated.
Hermione glared at him and headed straight at him.
"Hermione?"
She crouched down in front of him.
"Hermione," Severus barely spoke, before she pushed him into the water.
"That wasn't funny!" Hermione exclaimed, as soon as his head broke the water's surface.
He almost cracked a smile. "I think it was."
"Well, of course you'd think it was. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you…I'd probably end up in a tree and get my foot stuck falling down. Not to-"
"Hermione," Severus started. "Shut up," he said, as he yanked her into the water with him.
Once Hermione could see again, she splashed him. "What was that for?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Well, I figured you shouldn't be the only one to remain dry."
"But now there's no sun to dry off in," she said, motioning towards the sun setting sky behind them.
"You worry too much. Do you ever live in the moment?" He asked.
Hermione paused for a second. "What do you mean?"
He sighed. "Stop thinking of everything. Just…live in the moment," he said, as he looked at Hermione, who was glancing up at the now starry sky.
She sucked in a breath, "A shooting star…I've never seen one before," she said, and closed her eyes.
Severus moved closer to Hermione.
"You're not leaving, are you?" She asked, her eyes still closed.
"No," he said softly, making Hermione's eyes snap open, because of how close he sounded. "Did you make a wish?"
"Yes," Hermione said. "Did you?"
His eyes glimmered. "I don't need to," he said quietly, and kissed her.
"Wow," Hermione breathed, "that came true fast."
He actually laughed. "Is that what you wished for?"
She smiled. "Sort of."
"No getting off of the island?"
"Nope."
His eyebrows popped up. "Really now?"
She nodded. "I wouldn't mind staying a little longer on here," she said.
"I think it'd be a good idea to get out of the water now," Severus said. "Unless you want to sleep in it."
"No," Hermione said, as she followed him out. "There's no chance of a fire now, is there?"
"Not without any light to look for flint or quartz," he replied.
"So we're going to have to stay wet…"
He looked at her. "I don't recall wanting to go for a late-evening swim."
"But it was worth it," Hermione grinned. "Even if it means staying wet."
"And getting sick?"
"You can just make me potions," she replied.
"What if I get sick?"
"Then you can get the potions from Poppy," she said, as he sat against a large rock.
"This is the only part I don't like about the island," Hermione commented, as she sat next to him. "Sleeping on the ground without any blankets. At least we didn't get stuck anywhere cold; we'd be ice cubes by now."
"On the other hand," Severus began. "We'd be more likely to find someone," he said, as he took off his torn shirt and laid it above his head on the rock.
"I suppose they've noticed that we're not back yet. Too bad we don't know what time zone we're in…to know for sure," Hermione commented.
"I thought you wanted to stay on here longer," he replied.
"But your hand," she pointed out. "It's rather selfish of me wanting to stay on here."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"It's rather nice not having to worry about anything pertaining to Hogwarts, and…" she paused, "it's just…the two of us on the island."
He stared at her.
"I mean, if I were stuck with Harry and Ron, they'd start to act like the lost boys," she added quickly. "They'd probably start swinging from vines and jumping off of cliffs into water half-naked."
"Hermione," Severus said, as he glanced down at his bare chest.
"I don't mean like that…you still have pants on. Ron would probably rip his pants in half to look like shorts…and I bet they wouldn't even let me do anything on the island. I'd be stuck sitting on a rock, so I wouldn't get lost or something."
"They still don't act their age?"
She shook her head, "Not like everyone thinks. They have gotten much better, but they still tend to get carried away in the moment. They don't live in the moment; they live for the moment – if that makes any sense."
He nodded.
"So…Am I ever going to see you climb a tree?"
"Not on your life."
"Jump off a cliff again?"
"Only if you push me," he replied.
Hermione crossed her arms.
"What's your favorite color?" Hermione asked after a period of silence.
"Excuse me?"
"What's your…favorite…color?"
"I heard you the first time," he sighed. "Black…and against popular belief, dark green."
"I'm shocked."
"What's yours?"
"In between blue and purple; almost like a periwinkle. What's your favorite book?"
"On potions," he replied.
"I doubt that," Hermione said. "It's a tough call…but I'd say Jane Eyre."
He raised an eyebrow. "Brontë…I don't suppose you like Jane Austen-"
If it were daylight outside, Severus would have seen her eyes sparkle. "I love those kinds of books. I can sit up all night and read in front of the fire. What-"
"You're very inquisitive tonight," he remarked.
She shrugged. "It passes the time though, doesn't it?"
"Yes, but-"
"What's your favorite kind of music? Wait…do you even like music?"
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