Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But Draco is mine!!!

I got this idea from ABC of You and Me by Queen of Lunacy. BEWARE! In this, people are OOC (Out Of Character) and Ron has a twin sister Jessamine, but Ginny's still here. And Bellatrix had a son, Perseus Daniel Lestrange. Who has dark black hair, but other than is exactly like Draco. Set in their 7th year. Enjoy the story. I'm gonna take a leaf out of multiple author's books again here. I'm gonna put a tiny excerpt of the next chapter in this. Just so maybe you'll review so that I'll update faster. :)

Chapter 3:

C is for Caring

Hermione woke early the next morning. She was tired and angry, and she couldn't stay in here any longer. She was so angry she shoved on her clothes and walked out of the Head's common room, and stomped quite angrily to the Great Hall. Hermione remembered that school wasn't in session, and there was no food on the four House tables, no students milling about to hide her from the watching eyes of the paintings and ghosts, no one but her, the teachers... and Malfoy. Hermione shuddered in disgust and found the painting of the bowl of fruit. She tickled the pear and it opened peacefully for her.

Hermione stepped inside and found the House Elves... were not there. She sighed, and retreated to the exterior of the castle. She began to wonder. No House Elves... and then she thought, I haven't seen any teachers, either... And then she realized it.... she and Malfoy were the only ones here! She screamed in aggravation and started casting curses all over the place. She started screaming curse words and nasty things, all of which were pointed at Malfoy. She was so angry that it had to be him, of all the boys and all the girls why these two?

She was finally finished. She took a deep breath and sat down somewhat awkwardly at the edge of the Black Lake. She pulled out her wand and magicked a plate of scrambled eggs for her to eat. And she sat there, blissfully unaware of anything else, just watching creatures swim about under the surface and playing what appeared to be tag in their quiet under water home. Hermione smiled a bit as she watched fish leap into the air and in the distance she saw the great tentacle of the Great Squid reach up and bat a bird out of the sky.

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Draco woke up to the sound of angry stomping around the room next door. He rolled over, hoping the Mudblood would quiet down. But she continued to stomp about and slamming doors all over the place. He finally woke with a start when he heard an aggravated scream come from outside. There were more screams there was a flash of lights. Draco was curious and stepped to his window, which over looked the Black Lake. He saw Hermione screaming at no one in particular and from her outstretched wand, lights were emitted giving away the fact that she wished she was cursing someone. It doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to figure out who she was wishing she was cursing.

Draco smirked and put on some clothes. He walked through the dorm room and grabbed a luscious red apple. He continued out the portrait hole and walked through the castle. He was finished with his apple by the time he reached the Great Oak Doors of the castle, and magicked the core away. Then he saw Hermione sitting at the edge of the Black Lake A d a plan formed in his head. He was gonna sneak up on her. He wanted to get her real good. He was silent as he walked up behind her. Draco was so intent on scaring the mudblood he didn't take in his surroundings completely. She had just magicked the plate she had been eating from away.

He walked up silently behind her, she was paying attention to the peaceful lake, he snaked an arm around her waist, and covered her mouth with his other hand at the same time. Hermione jumped and attempted to scream, but Draco's hand muffled it. Draco picked her up off the ground and started to turn around. Hermione was squirming and kicking so much, that Draco lost his footing and fell into the Black Lake. They plunged deep into the water before Draco let go of Hermione. He swam for the surface and took a deep breath of fresh air. Well that was interesting. Draco thought to himself as he pulled himself out of the freezing water. He looked around, and then his heart fell into his stomach. Hermione wasn't anywhere to be seen. Draco's mind flashed back to a moment in Transfiguration where the Golden Trio had been talking. Draco listened because, well, he had nothing better to do.

"Dad's planning on putting a pool in the backyard. Says it'll give us something to do." Ron mumbled loudly. "Bloody good it'll do. Just another thing for mum to worry about. And he's probably gonna try to build it himself. We'll be at it all summer!" Ron complained as he transformed the bowl into a cup.

"That's very nice transfiguring Mr. Weasley. But we are not transforming bowls into cups. We are working on going from bowls to rabbits." Professor McGonagall called from across the class room. She noticed everything. Ron waved his wand again and it turned into a Rabbit. "Good job, Mr. Weasley. Now try it without the cup!" Ron grudgingly did what she asked him and got Gryffindor 10 points.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I will not go in that pool. Whether it was made by you and your family, or professionals." Hermione said simply. Ron looked at her with a questioning look. "I can't swim, and I'm not particularly interested in learning." Hermione said. And Ron dropped it because she was quite adamant about it.

Draco cursed himself as he remembered that day in Transfiguration. He dove back into the icy water and searched for Hermione... or at least her lifeless form. Unless she could hold her breath for awhile, she was most likely dead. And although such knowledge would have made Malfoy a happy man on any other day, today it terrified him. He pushed the thought of her lifeless form being pulled out of the water, just in time to see a flash of brown hair somewhere below him. He swam further down and found Hermione, floating unconscious downwards. He grabbed her by the waist and swam as hard as he could, back to the surface. He pushed her onto the bank of the lake, and pulled himself out of the water. Her lifeless form lay there, unmoving, barely breathing. Draco stared at her unsure of what to do at first. She couldn't be dead. He checked her vital signs and remembered something from a movie. He smiled and pushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. He couldn't help but do this... The tune entered his head and he began to sing out loud, smiling as he did so.

"What would I give

To live where you are?

What would I pay,

To stay here beside you?

What would I do,

To see you

Smiling at me?

Where would we walk?

Where would we run?

If we could stay all day in the sun?

Just you and me

And I could be

Part of your world!

I don't know when

And I don't know how

But I know something's starting right now!

Watch and you'll see!

Someday I'll be

Part of your World!" Draco sung.

He smiled as he remembered the Little Mermaid. It was a good movie, he would admit, and very well done. He liked the music in it, solely because it was so hopeful and uplifting, you couldn't help but wish you had that much determination in everything you did. Draco didn't admit that he found Ariel to be something of a role model. Mainly because, what would people say? Draco looked over Hermione once more before picking her up and carrying her to the common room. He lay her down on the couch, and covered her with a blanket. He made her a cup of Apple Cider, with a secret ingredient only the Malfoy family knew.

Draco pulled the table over and put the cup on the table so that if she woke up and he didn't see her she could reach the cup and drink from it. He sat down in the chair on the other side of the table and read, glancing up every few minutes to make sure she was still breathing, before going back to his book. It had been an hour and still she didn't wake up. Something stirred in him as he glanced at the clock then at the unconscious girl in front of him. And part of the song came true. He would do anything to see her smiling at him. Well in his case she would be glaring at him, but it was something. He felt guilty, and terrible for doing this to her.

It had been three hours since they had fallen into the lake when Hermione finally stirred. She shook her head a little put a hand to her head. Draco put his book down, and watched her, his fingers laced together as they held up his head. Hermione turned her head and looked into Draco's eyes. Draco smiled, but his hands were covering his mouth so she didn't see the warm smile he gave her.

"What happened?" She asked attempting to sit up. Draco said nothing, but instead warmed up the cup of Apple Cider and handed it to her. She accepted it and drank deeply. She stopped to take a breath and looked at the golden liquid still remaining. "Apple cider?" She asked. Draco nodded, and this time he put his hands down so she could see his smile. "It's my favorite. How'd you know? And whats that taste... it's like... I don't know but I've never tasted it in Apple Cider before." Hermione said before taking another deep drink. Draco smirked, and he watched her finish off the cup. He took it and made another cup.

"It's an old family recipe. There's an ingredient we add that no one thinks to add. It's actually really good this way, don't you think?" He asked as he put the ingredient in, turning his back on her so she didn't see it. Hermione sighed and wrapped the blanket around her. Her hair was dry now, but her eyes seemed a little red and her breath was a little short. "I'm sorry I snuck up on you like that." Draco apologized before returning with the cider. Hermione frowned a little.

"So it was you. I thought so. I just didn't know for sure. Why did you sneak up on me?" She asked there were a million more questions milling behind her eyes, waiting quietly in turn to be asked. Draco thought about it. Why did he sneak up on her? He shrugged and went to go make some toast. "I guess I thought it would be funny. I heard you screaming, and I thought if I snuck up on you, I'd get a kick out of it, and maybe you'd lighten up a bit." Draco said as he buttered the toast. "Toast?" He asked her. Hermione nodded her head as she took another sip of cider. Draco made another two pieces of toast. He looked at her and Hermione saw something. But she shook the thought away.

What is this feeling? Draco thought as he looked at Hermione. It was like he was waiting for her to get better. Was it possible that he... cared for her? Never! Couldn't be!! Or could it? Draco muttered a quick good night to Hermione and ran into his room. He couldn't care for Hermione, could he? No. A Malfoy wasn't caring. And certainly didn't fall for mudbloods like Granger. But the voice in the back of his mind said something he couldn't bear. But you did a very good thing today. You saved her life. You'll be rewarded for your good deed.

A/N: Funny story. I was about to update a few minutes ago, and then i accidentally hit the back button on the server, so i had to copy everything again. Which is actually good, cause i just finished writing Chapter 4, and i put that one up. so here's chapter 3 the one you're supposed to be reading... i think.... please review!

Humbly yours,

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