"I will not have this behavior in my house!" yelled Lucius Malfoy. Draco stood next to the door, out of sight.

"Lucius, he's just a boy! He can't possibly become a Death Eater!" cried Narcissa. Lucius paced around the lit room, his hand on his pointed chin.

"He must! I won't tolerate his behavior! How dare he say no! It is his duty!" shouted Lucius.

Draco peeked around the corner and saw his father pacing around the room while his mother sat next to the long table.

"Don't worry, Lucius. It's just too early for him; let him wait for a few years," said Narcissa.

"Of all the things he has! He should be grateful to me! He should at least show some respect in becoming a Death Eater!" yelled Lucius. Draco lowered his head and looked at the floor.

I don't want to become a Death Eater; I'm sorry, father, thought Draco.

"If he does not obey me I will disown him!" roared Lucius. Draco covered his face with his hands and slowly sank to the floor, sobbing.

Draco sat near the lake looking at the water. The memory had disturbed him, and he wanted more than anything to think of something else, but the memory always seemed to stay in his mind, even if he wasn't thinking about it. There were more bad memories, but Draco wished to not think of them.

He had woke early this morning, since the sun burned through his eyelids and it forced him to get up. He watched Hermione sleep for a while, and then he decided to explore. Draco swished his hand in the lake, creating ripples in the water. Draco then leaned forward and looked at his reflection. His skin was a lovely shade of pink, almost looking as if he was extremely embarrassed. His eyes were a bit poofy, since he had cried the night before. But he didn't mind. It actually made him feel better, like a heavy load was taken off of his shoulders.

I should do that more often, thought Draco. Draco stared at his reflection once more. His once handsome and flawless face was now…. pink. Draco cringed and sat back down. Draco closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, until a drumming sound startled him. Draco opened his eyes and sat up. The sound was becoming louder and clearer. Draco slowly walked over to where the sound was coming from. Draco walked into the forest and followed the sound. Draco absentmindedly pushed branches and leaves away from his path as the sound got louder and louder. Suddenly, Draco saw someone.

It was a boy, probably about his age, holding onto a large stick. He was very tanned, and a mask hid his face. Draco guessed he was a native by the way he dressed. Draco quietly walked closer to see more.

There were others there as well and they were all standing in a circle. The drumming was getting louder, and the natives started to dance in a circle. The music was getting louder, and the dancing was getting faster. Faster and faster they went, until Draco began to get dizzy. Draco turned around and shook his head.

I better leave before they see me, thought Draco. Draco then crept away and disappeared into the forest. Little did he know the native boy was watching him.

~****~

"Did you sleep well?" asked Hermione as she saw Draco appear through the veil of green. Draco looked at her with a strange look on his face.

"Uh, yeah," said Draco quickly. Hermione sensed something in his voice and in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" said Hermione. Draco shook his head and sat down.

"N-Nothing," stuttered Draco. Draco decided to not tell Hermione about the natives, since he knew she would want to see them or write an essay about them.

"Well, okay then," sighed Hermione. "We better start making some sort of shelter, since the weather might change."

"Why now? There's not a cloud in the sky," said Draco.

"Do you want to build it while we're stuck in a storm?" said Hermione.

"No."

"Then go get some banana leaves," Hermione ordered. Draco rolled his eyes and got up.

"Hey, are you all right?" Hermione asked in a soft voice. Draco turned around, with his usual icy glare.

"Of course I am, what makes you think I wasn't?" asked Draco in a low voice.

"Never mind," said Hermione quickly.

~****~

"What was his problem?" Hermione asked herself. She was actually trying to be nice to him, and he just turned around and spit in her face.

"That prat," muttered Hermione. She dropped the bamboo sticks onto the sand and plopped on the ground, exhausted.

He is so moody! Thought Hermione. Hermione sighed and looked at the clear ocean. Last night he was soft with her, but today he was back to his usual self. Hermione actually thought he'd change, but she was wrong.

~****~

"Why did I say that!" said Draco through his teeth gritted. She was being nice to him, and he just had to blow it. Draco didn't mean to be rude like that, but it was just a habit. He wasn't used to being polite to people, and especially to her.

Draco closed his eyes and tried to remember the song she sang to him before he fell asleep. She had a lovely voice, and in a way she reminded him of his own mother. It was nice falling asleep to her voice, since it made Draco feel soothed.

The heat was too much for Draco, so he stopped and took off his old shirt. (I had to add that! Heehee) He looked at his pink chest, wishing he had some sun block. Draco pulled his almost white hair out of his face and continued walking.

~****~

"Good, set those over there," said Hermione, pointing to her left. Draco dropped the leaves on the ground and sat down.

"It's too hot to do anything!" whined Draco. Hermione looked at Draco and rolled her eyes.

"What? Can't take the heat?" said Hermione in a voice for a baby. Draco shot her an icy glare.

"Whatever," muttered Draco. Hermione continued her work and Draco watched her. He noticed she had taken off her shirt as well and was in a bikini. Draco never thought he would see her in a two-piece, but he was wrong. It wasn't a bad sight either. Actually, it is a very good sight, thought Draco. Hermione stopped and noticed that Draco was staring at her, his eyes wandering all over her body.

"Stop undressing me with your eyes, Malfoy!" cried Hermione, covering herself with her shirt. Draco snapped out of his trance and looked at Hermione.

"I was not undressing you with my eyes!" exclaimed Draco.

"I saw you! Your eyes were trailing all over me!" shouted Hermione.

"Were not! You must have been seeing things!"

"Don't deny it, Malfoy! I saw you!"

"What makes you think I would want to look at you!"

"Well you were just doing it!"

Was not!"

"You're such a pervert!" shouted Hermione. Draco was standing over Hermione, leaving her in his tall shadow. They were now inches away, and Hermione could feel Draco's icy breath against her face. Draco stared at her with his shocking silver eyes, not moving.

Hermione stared back into his eyes, even though she was a little scared. Suddenly, Draco moved back and smiled.

"You're not scared of me, are you?" said Draco, still smiling.

"No, I'm not," said Hermione, her arms crossed. Draco laughed as he looked at Hermione's stubborn face, her little nose was crinkled and her cinnamon eyes narrowed. Even though she was trying her hardest to look brave, she still looked cute.

"What's so funny?" said Hermione. Draco shook his head and turned around.

"Oh, nothing," said Draco. Hermione growled and continued to work on their shelter.

"Oh, yeah. One more thing," said Draco. Hermione stopped and looked at him.

"Nice ass."

Hermione gasped and lunged for Draco.

"You're dead, Malfoy!" Draco smiled and ran into the woods.

Hermione brushed leaves and branches away from her face as she followed the blonde head in front of her.

I can't believe he said that! Thought Hermione. Hermione stopped and found herself back at the lake. She slowly walked around and searched the area for the blonde head. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her waist and toss her into the lake.

Hermione swam to the surface to find Draco standing at the edge of the lake with a big smile on his face.

"URGG!" growled Hermione. "I'll get you for this, Malfoy. You watch!" shouted Hermione. Draco shook his head and kneeled next to Hermione.

"Poor little girl, she's delusional," sighed Draco. Hermione splashed Draco with the water.

Draco flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked at Hermione, who was smiling.

"Nice," said Draco. "But, I'm still winning." Draco dunked Hermione into the water again and ran into the woods.

Hermione shook her hair out of her face and watched Draco disappear into the woods.

"I'll get you, Draco Malfoy," said Hermione out loud.

~****~

Hermione squeezed the extra water out of her hair and continued walking back to the shelter. Hermione was smiling to herself, and she skipped down the path. She and Draco actually had fun together. Draco was playing with her, and she was playing back. It was cute, and Hermione couldn't wait to see him again.

Wait, don't tell me I like him, thought Hermione. Hermione stopped and looked at the ground. It's so obvious; I like Draco Malfoy.

Hermione smiled and leaned against a tree. "I like Draco Malfoy," said Hermione out loud. Wow. She couldn't believe it. But did he like her? Hermione sighed and continued down the path.

~****~

Draco stood in front of the ocean as the waves splashed against his feet. He felt good somehow. It was like the feeling of winning a quidditch match. Draco almost felt free.

Playing with Hermione like that was fun. He especially liked the way she looked when she was in the lake. Draco recalled the moment where he grabbed her small waist and lifted her and tossed her into the river. She was so tiny it felt as if he could crush her. He didn't know why, but being with Hermione was very refreshing. It was a new and pleasant feeling, and Draco loved it. Suddenly, Draco felt someone push him and he fell on the moist sand.

Draco lifted his head, his face covered with sand. He turned his head to find Hermione standing behind him, smiling. Then Draco shot up and grabbed Hermione. Hermione screamed as he carried her farther into the ocean. Hermione kicked and screamed, and laughed. Draco then tossed her into the ocean very easily and watched her come up. Her hair was silky and straight, and her eyes stood out of her face very nicely.

Hermione grabbed Draco and dunked him into the ocean. Hermione laughed as they splashed each other with water until the sun set and they became tired.

Draco and Hermione plopped onto their beds and caught their breath, looking at the slowly darkening sky.

"That was pretty good; for a girl," sneered Draco.

"Whatever, Draco." Draco smiled from her use of his name.

"Okay, Hermione," said Draco, copying her.

"Let's eat," said Hermione. Hermione tossed some fruit to Draco and he quickly ate it. Hermione had started another fire, and soon they were dry.

"We need to start on the shelter as soon as possible," said Hermione.

"Fine," sighed Draco.

"And I'm not doing it by myself," Hermione stated.

"I'll supervise," said Draco.

"I don't think so."

"I don't like to get my hands dirty."

"Neither do I."

"You're used to it."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Shut-up."

"Make me."

"I just did."

"Did not."

Hermione sighed and looked at the sky. "Do you think we'll ever get off this island?" said Hermione.

"Possibly."

"I wonder what Harry and Ron are doing," said Hermione.

"Hopefully getting eaten by worms in their coffins," said Draco.

"Oh, hush!"

"But I can only hope, since nothing kills Harry Potter, the Wonder Boy," Draco sighed.

"Do you think they're looking for us?" asked Hermione.

"I bet my father has a boat the size of Titanic looking for me," said Draco.

"I'd be better if it sank like the Titanic," muttered Hermione. Hermione quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry."

"It's okay, sometimes I think like that too," said Draco, looking at the sky.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

Silence came over the two.

"Well, goodnight," said Hermione.

"Yeah," said Draco. Hermione took one last look at Draco, and she turned around. Draco shifted to his side, facing Hermione's back. He watched her for a long time, until she fell asleep. Draco closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the natives dancing around in a circle.

~****~

The native slowly approached the fire, his feet not making a sound. The native then stepped out of the forest and in front of the sleeping couple. The native looked at the boy who had seen him earlier, and then his eyes trailed over to the girl. The native crept towards the girl and with skill and speed covered her mouth and lifted her up. The girl's eyes widened and she kicked and screamed for the other boy, but her voice was muffled. The native then crept into the forest, still holding the girl, and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Next Chapter Hermione gets captured by the natives, and Draco decides to save her. What do the natives want with Hermione? Does Draco save her? Please review!