Hermione slowly cracked her eyes opened and quickly shut them from the bright light. Hermione then opened her eyes again and saw white, blue and green surrounding her. Hermione then felt soft sand against her body and she lifted her self up to a sitting position, observing her surroundings.
It seemed to be some island or something, with lush plants growing behind her and the bright blue ocean in front of her.
What happened? Where am I? Thought Hermione. Suddenly, memories of the previous night hit her like a wave and she groaned.
Draco fluttered his eyes and quickly covered them, his pale eyes adjusting to the sun. He could feel cool water rushing up against his sore legs, and he could feel moist sand on his hands. Draco sat up and looked around.
"Where are we?" groaned Draco. Suddenly Draco saw Hermione sitting beside him and tropical plants behind her, while blue waves splashed against the white sand.
"Where're in the middle of no where, thanks to you!" shouted Hermione. Draco looked around, still confused, and suddenly his eyes popped and suddenly they darted towards Hermione.
"My fault?" hissed Draco. "We wouldn't have been here if you wouldn't have ran outside in that storm!" yelled Draco.
"We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you! You fell and made me fall off of the boat!" screeched Hermione.
"If you hadn't left that rope there I wouldn't have fell!"
"It's not my fault you're clumsy!"
"Are you calling me clumsy?"
"And I told you to take the potion inside!"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
"URRGGGG!" growled Hermione. Hermione tugged at her hair and paced around the beach.
"Bloody fate," sighed Draco.
"Look, I don't like you, and you don't like me," said Hermione. "But, if we want to get off this island alive, we are going to have to at least stand each other."
Draco looked at Hermione, and then at the white sand.
"I guess so," muttered Draco.
"Okay, so we don't have our wands, no food, no clothes, no telephones-
"Telewhat?"
"Never mind. I guess we'll start off looking for water," said Hermione.
"No wands? How the bloody hell are we going to live!" cried Draco.
"Don't worry, Malfoy. I'm a mudblood, remember?" said Hermione. Hermione turned around and started to walk into the forest.
Draco sighed and followed Hermione, his sensitive skin burning even under the trees.
"Wait up!" cried Draco. Hermione then slowly turned around and waited for Draco to catch up. Hermione tried her hardest not to laugh, for poor Draco was tripping all over the place as branches smacked him in the face, leaving a red mark.
"What!" said Draco impatiently.
"Nothing," said Hermione.
"Damn trees," muttered Draco.
"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot," said Hermione. Draco ran behind her, scratching his leg.
"What?"
"Because you're a pure wizard and never had to deal with anything without your wand or even lift a finger to do something unless you're gesturing for someone to do it for you, you are going to need my help. So basically, your life is in my hands," said Hermione.
"Is not! I can take care of myself very well," said Draco, crossing his arms like a spoiled toddler.
"Whatever," muttered Hermione.
"You want to bet? I bet you I can survive here on my own," said Draco. Hermione stopped and turned to face Draco.
"Oh, really? Well Malfoy, you don't know what you're getting yourself into, but-
You got yourself a deal," Hermione stuck out a small hand towards Draco. Draco looked at her hand with a disgusted look on his pointed face.
"Even if I'm dirty now, doesn't mean I have to get myself even dirtier, Mudblood," sneered Draco. Draco smiled and shoved Hermione out of the way with his shoulder and continued down the path. Hermione growled and went down another path.
"Okay, Draco. What did your stupid stubbornness get you into this time?" said Draco. Draco had no clue where he was going, if he was going anywhere, and where to find water. Draco's throat was very dry, and he wanted water NOW. Draco impatiently brushed dirt away from his face and he winced in pain from his sunburn.
I cannot believe this is happening to me; Draco Malfoy! Thought Draco. His skin burned. His face hurt. His legs were cut. He was bleeding. He was incredibly thirsty. He was tired. He was lost. And, he just decided to survive on his own, knowing he couldn't.
Because you're a pure wizard and never had to deal with anything without your wand or even lift a finger to do something unless you're gesturing for someone to do it for you, you are going to need my help. So basically, your life is in my hands.
It echoed in Draco's mind. She was right. He was never in this type of situation before, and he was never taught what to do either. What was he thinking?
Draco continued down the path, his poor legs aching more than ever. Suddenly, the sound of rushing water filled Draco's ears, and before he knew it he was sprinting towards the sound. The sound was getting louder and louder, until he was out of the forest and in front of a large waterfall and a large lake. Draco whooped and ran to the water and quickly drowned his face in it, taking in deep gulps. Draco whipped his head back, splashing everything with water with his soaked hair. He had to admit this place was incredible. The water sparkled in the sunlight like tiny shimmering diamonds. The waterfall gracefully fell into the lake like water spirits jumping into it. Then, a large grin spread across Draco's face. Draco quickly pulled off his dirty clothes and before he knew it, he was naked swimming in the lake.
The lake was cool, and it almost felt like a relaxing bath. Draco submerged himself into the clear lake and swam around, his feet touching the silky sand. Draco swam towards the waterfall and stood directly under it. Jets of cool water splashed him as he closed his eyes and went under the water. He could almost see clearly through the lake, and suddenly Draco saw something. It was coming towards him, but Draco couldn't tell what it was. Draco, being the "brave" person he was, swam closer towards the thing. Before he knew it, he gasped, sending bubbles every where and he quickly came to the surface.
"AHHHHHHH!" screamed both Draco and Hermione. Draco was standing up, looking at Hermione in horror.
"What are you doing!" screamed Draco, blushing so hard you could tell clearly even from his sunburn. Hermione had her arms wrapped around her chest and her legs crossed, her face also flushed.
"I wanted to clean myself," said Hermione, still blushing. Suddenly, Hermione's eyes glanced down at Draco and quickly widened. Draco looked down and quickly plunged his middle half into the lake; his hands cupped on his groin and his face blushing the hardest Hermione ever saw it.
"Don't look there!" cried Draco, his eyes a little misty.
"You're the one who looked at me first!" cried Hermione.
"I didn't know it was you!"
"Liar!"
"Didn't you see me!"
"Pervert!"
"Whore!"
"It's not like I wanted to see your little boobys!"
"I didn't want to look at you tiny thing either!"
"It's not tiny!"
"Is too!"
"I'm the biggest you'll ever see, and maybe the last!"
"URGGGGG!" Hermione suddenly flung her arms out, exposing herself once again. Hermione quickly covered herself and blushed.
"Oops," said Hermione.
"You go first," said Draco.
"No! You go first!" shouted Hermione.
"I was here first!"
"So?"
"Then you leave first! It's not like I want to look at you!"
"And I don't want to see you either!"
"FINE! I'll go!" yelled Draco. "You keep your eyes shut," said Draco. Hermione turned around and closed her eyes. When Draco was certain she wasn't looking, he slowly crawled out of the lake and quickly put his clothes on.
"Finished?" asked Hermione. Hermione heard a low growl and a shuffling of feet, and then silence. Hermione sighed and walked out of the lake, still covering herself. Hermione grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on.
Hermione walked into the forest and sighed. I can't believe that just happened; that was so embarrassing! Thought Hermione. Hermione remembered Draco's surprised face when he realized he was exposed. It was kinda cute; Hermione never saw that look on his face. It made him look younger and cuter. His silver eyes popped round like buttons and his eyebrows were raised very high. Hermione slapped herself. Hello? This was Malfoy she was talking about! Her worst nightmare! What's wrong with her? But Hermione couldn't help but think about Draco's body. He was more muscular that she thought. And those abs! Whoo! He had a perfect V-shaped body, flawless but burned skin, and a nice chest. Hermione felt herself blush.
I wouldn't mind doing that again, thought Hermione.
Draco pushed his way through the trees, his face still burning. He couldn't get the image of Hermione's naked body out of his mind. He felt like a pervert, but he couldn't help it. I mean, he was a teenager, right?.
He remembered looking at her small waist and all of her curves. She didn't have a perfect body like Pansy, but in a way it was better than hers. It was, very pleasant, was all Draco could describe it to be. Draco felt his face flush once again.
He was still dirty and sore, but now he had to find a place to stay, and Draco wasn't looking forward to it.
Draco clutched his stomach and cried out in pain. Draco sat under a large tree, the only shelter he could find. The water was not happy in his stomach, and he slumped over onto his side. He had millions of misquito bites all over him, his whole body was peeling, he was VERY sore, not to mention hungry. Draco hadn't had anything to eat yet, and it was already dark. Draco could only see the light of Hermione's large fire. Draco longed to stroll over and sit by it, because it was getting really dark and cold, and Draco was wearing his swimming trunks and a thin shirt. Draco winced as his stomach sent a wave of pain over him. Draco felt exhausted and hot, even though it was cold. Draco looked at Hermione's fire, and then he blacked out.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw the sun casting its rays over the island. She had slept well; she felt totally energized and awake.
Hermione got out of her leaf bed and stretched. Hermione looked around for any sign of Draco, but she could not see any. Hermione shrugged her shoulders and walked down the beach. Hermione couldn't help but wonder how Draco was doing. She knew it wasn't good, though. Hermione then started to worry. Maybe I shouldn't have made that deal. Malfoy can't do anything for himself! Thought Hermione. Suddenly, Hermione spotted a lump lying on the beach, curled into a little ball. Hermione ran towards the lump and gasped. It was Draco!
Hermione dashed to him and fell to her knees. She rolled him over and shook him.
"Draco? Draco, are you okay?" said Hermione softly. Draco fluttered his eyes and shook his head. Hermione felt his forehead and gasped. He was burning up.
Oh, no, thought Hermione
Next Chapter Draco becomes very ill, maybe from the water or the cold. Hermione decides to take care of him, but is he going to be okay? Poor Draky!
