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Chapter Seven:
Hermione's hand came to rest on Draco's chest for a brief second, then her arm tensed. Before Draco knew what she was doing, Hermione pushed him over the edge. The fall seemed to happen in slow motion for Hermione. Draco's grey eyes widen, with a hint of surprise and fear, to their fullest extent, his silvery gold hair crowded around his pale face. His arms flew out from his sides; his fingers were desperately groping the air. Then in a bare second Draco was entering the water, not very gracefully neither. The river opened its hungary mouth and swallowed Draco's body. Splash!
Hermione smiled in satisfaction. She waited expectantly for him to come wrenching out of the water, yelling at the top of his lungs. But all motions that followed were few measly bubbles floating to the top, and then there was nothing more.
'Oh my lord,' Hermione thought, 'what if he can't swim, what if he's drowning, and what if I killed him!'
Draco still didn't appear out of the river, the water was as silent as ever, nothing was moving. Fear swarmed into Hermione's mind. , she would never kill him, even though he was a lazy spoilt rich boy who didn't deserve a second of her time. For years Hermione hoped that he would just drop dead one day and leave her alone in peace, but not once she really wanted that to happen. Those thoughts were just stupid amusements created by her overly active imagination.
She leaned over the edge, trembling, looking for any signs of movement. Then she saw, for a brief moment, pale gold hair, and then they were gone.
'Oh god he's drowning.'
Without thinking logically, Hermione dived into the water. The water ate her body whole. The cold wave slapped her face as she entered.
'Okay Hermione, remember the swimming lessons you took,' She thought.
Using her arms to pull and her legs to kick Hermione went deeper into the water. Her ears felt like they were about to burst from the water pressure. The water was getting muddy from the movements, clouding her vision. She was running out of breath, just when she was about to swim back to the surface she saw him. His limp body was floating slowly down to the bottom. Hermione kicked even harder to catch up with him and managed to grab a tuft of his cloak. She tried to pull him up, but he was too heavy. Hermione tugged harder and harder at him, but he just won't budge. She couldn't breath anymore, she was out of time.
'This is it; I'm going to die here and now. Draco, I know you can't hear me, but, I'm sorry for everything, please forgive me one day.'
She was about to give up to death when she suddenly had a stoke of genius. Pulling Draco around to face her, Hermione pressed her mouth to his. Slowly Hermione breathed into his mouth, then sucking the air back. Regaining her breath, Hermione put her arm around his waist and kicked towards the surface. His weight was slowly her down, but she was almost there, she could see the willow tree.
Hermione gasped as she bursted though the surface. Paddling labouredly to the surface she dragged Malfoy along. By the time she got him onto the bank of the river, his skin had turned blue. He wasn't breathing at all. She threw him down on the ground and knelt beside him.
Hermione tilted his chin up so it was complementary to the ground. Then she put her ear again his nose, listening carefully for any signs of breathing, there was none. Taking a deep breath she did something that she would have never done in a million years, she opened his mouth and breathed into it three times, then listened for his breathing again. Still he was as limp as ever.
'Oh, Malfoy, don't die on me.'
She breathed in him over and over again, but he showed no signs of reviving. His body felt cold and clammy against hers. Tears began to flow down Hermione's face, and she started to shake uncontrollably.
'Oh, Malfoy, please don't be dead. You have to be alive, I need to have someone to yell at everyday, please, be alive. You can't die!'
In frustration Hermione slammed her hands down on his chest. Miraculously, Draco began to cough up dirty water from the river. Hermione's heart quickened with hope, his chest began to heave up and down, very delicately. Hermione immediately buried her mouth in his again, helping him to breathe. Slowly, very slowly, Draco began to breathe on his own, but his eyes remained close.
Adding to her misfortune rain began splashing down in droves. Hermione quickly looked at her surroundings. Seeing a cave not far away from where she was, she started to drag Draco into it. His head bumped along a few rocks but Hermione didn't really seem to care about that right now. Finally she got him into the cave, with a lot of effort. Hermione's head ached like it was about to explode, she couldn't think normally any more, everything was blackening out...
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night judging by the darkness. The rain was still as heavy as it was hours ago; occasionally lightening would touch down accompanied by thunder.
Draco was still lying where she had left him, wet from the water. Hermione got up from her spot and looked around the cave for flint to build a fire. Gathering up a few stones, she started to swipe them against each other, after a few tries, Hermione finally managed to get a fire going.
Glancing carefully at Draco, she decided that he wasn't around to wake up any time soon, so Hermione took off all her clothe leaving on only her shirt and underwear. She hung the rest of the cloth over the fire to dry.
'I wonder if I should take off his clothe too, he'd catch a cold in those. And after all, he'd never find out."
She walked over to him and tenderly removed his garments leaving on only his pants; there was no way she was going to touch that part of his body. Hermione hung his expensive clothing on a stick near the fire. She then retreated back to her spot, drawing her knees up to her chest and rested her face against it.
Draco breathed easily now, his body was wet from the little expedition previously. Other than that he looked pretty much the same. Hermione observed him carefully for the first time. Her eyes running over his body and his features, pausing here and there. All the girls at Hogwarts swooned over him, she never quite figured out why. What's so special about a blond, snotty, guy with a king of the world attitude like him. Sure he has gorgeous hair, his built was flawless and his lips, oh those lips just made you want to kiss him.
'Hold it there Hermione! What are you doing? You can't be thinking about a self center jerk like him, he hates you and you hate him end of story! Don't even waste your time on thinking about him' she mentally slapped herself.
Suddenly Draco stirred in his sleep; slowly he rose into a sitting position. His eyes showed a sign of surprise and confusion. He looked around the cave and finally fixed them on Hermione. For a few second neither of them moved, and then he charged at her. Before Hermione could do anything, Draco had his hands on her throat driving her up the wall, literally.
Hermione was choking, she couldn't move at all. Draco was glaring at her with all the hatred he could muster. Hermione swung her legs at him and to her luck she kicked him right in where it hurts. He dropped his hands and Hermione fell to the floor, her hands gingerly rubbing her throat.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Hermione managed to choke out.
"GETTING MY REVENGE"
"Revenge for what, exactly?"
"For you trying to kill me!"
"It wasn't my fault that you didn't know how to swim," Hermione smirked as she said this.
Draco's face turned red, he quickly looked at the floor.
"Besides, if I was trying to kill you, then why would I have dived into the water and saved you. Then dragged you to the surface and gave you mouth to mouth!"
Hermione clasped her hands over her mouth as she realized what she had just said. Even though she did do it, there was no way she had ever thought of admitting that to him. What she did was something was a secret that she'd take to the grave.
"What I meant was...um..." Hermione stuttered failing to come up with an excuse.
Draco starred at her hard, judging to see if she was lying or not. It was Hermione's turn to look away. She felt her face burning up.
"You gave me mouth to mouth?"
"Well, I couldn't' have let you die! It wasn't like I snogging you, it was to save you," Hermione defended herself.
"Well, it sounds more like you wanted to kiss me. I don't blame you, seeing how attractive I can be," Draco said as his old sneer returned to his face.
Hermione was suddenly very angry. She had saved his life and he didn't even bother to thank her, now he's gone off being a stupid ignorant bastard again. She wasn't expecting him to be all nice and stuff, but he should have been at least little grateful. Hermione desperately wanted to hit him again, but remembering what happened last time she controlled her feelings.
"Stop being an ungrateful retard! I saved your life and this is all you can say to me! If I had known this would happen, I should have just let you drown! You walk around all day like you own the world. So what if you're wearing designer robes, you act like everyone's beneath you. I don't care a f#$ about how rich you are, to me you're just a stupid wealthy pig! You can go to hello, for all I care."
Hermione paused to draw breath. Draco tried to stop her rambling, but Hermione was on a roll now.
"You think you can insult everyone that comes you way just because you're richer than the rest of us! Well, you can't! People have feelings, they have thoughts, and they don't appreciate you abusing them like they're inferior to them. People's feelings get hurt, my feelings get hurt."
By this time Hermione had tears rolling down her cheek. Things she wanted to tell him for years were now rolling of her tongue, faster than she can think.
"I hate you Malfoy, no, I despise you, and no you're not worth my acknowledgement. You're lower than the scum on a pig, lower than a stupid f#ing mold."
"Granger-,"
"Don't you Granger me, let me tell you something. For years you tormented me. Everyday I ask myself what I did to make you so cruel to me. I sit up late in bed wondering why you enjoyed making my life so miserable! But now I know why, because YOU ARE AN IMMORAL PIG WHO THINKS MAKING OTHER PEOPLE'S LIFE MISERABLE IS AN ENTERTAINMENT. I'D LOVE TO TELL YOU MORE, BUT I ALREADY WASTED FIVE YEARS OF MY TIME TRYING TO TELL YOU!"
Hermione's face was almost as red as the fire. Despite her self control, her fists were forming a ball; her fingernails were digging into her skin. She could feel blood leaking, but she didn't care. She had finally told Malfoy what she had only dreamed of telling him. Draco was absolute stunned, his eyes showed his shock.
"Honestly Granger, you need more self control. I'm glad that you finally got that off your chest, but I really couldn't care less about your feelings," Draco said in his drawling voice when he finally recovered, "There is nothing for me to be grateful about, having a mudblood save me is shameful enough, but to have her kiss me as well, that's just pathetic. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep now, before you come with another idea to kill me, or worse to kiss me."
A/N Sorry there's not much action, promise to have more in the next chapter. In fact, something tells me there's going to be a little skin showing in the next one, tehehe, that's all I'm going to tell you for now. Please Review!
Chapter Seven:
Hermione's hand came to rest on Draco's chest for a brief second, then her arm tensed. Before Draco knew what she was doing, Hermione pushed him over the edge. The fall seemed to happen in slow motion for Hermione. Draco's grey eyes widen, with a hint of surprise and fear, to their fullest extent, his silvery gold hair crowded around his pale face. His arms flew out from his sides; his fingers were desperately groping the air. Then in a bare second Draco was entering the water, not very gracefully neither. The river opened its hungary mouth and swallowed Draco's body. Splash!
Hermione smiled in satisfaction. She waited expectantly for him to come wrenching out of the water, yelling at the top of his lungs. But all motions that followed were few measly bubbles floating to the top, and then there was nothing more.
'Oh my lord,' Hermione thought, 'what if he can't swim, what if he's drowning, and what if I killed him!'
Draco still didn't appear out of the river, the water was as silent as ever, nothing was moving. Fear swarmed into Hermione's mind. , she would never kill him, even though he was a lazy spoilt rich boy who didn't deserve a second of her time. For years Hermione hoped that he would just drop dead one day and leave her alone in peace, but not once she really wanted that to happen. Those thoughts were just stupid amusements created by her overly active imagination.
She leaned over the edge, trembling, looking for any signs of movement. Then she saw, for a brief moment, pale gold hair, and then they were gone.
'Oh god he's drowning.'
Without thinking logically, Hermione dived into the water. The water ate her body whole. The cold wave slapped her face as she entered.
'Okay Hermione, remember the swimming lessons you took,' She thought.
Using her arms to pull and her legs to kick Hermione went deeper into the water. Her ears felt like they were about to burst from the water pressure. The water was getting muddy from the movements, clouding her vision. She was running out of breath, just when she was about to swim back to the surface she saw him. His limp body was floating slowly down to the bottom. Hermione kicked even harder to catch up with him and managed to grab a tuft of his cloak. She tried to pull him up, but he was too heavy. Hermione tugged harder and harder at him, but he just won't budge. She couldn't breath anymore, she was out of time.
'This is it; I'm going to die here and now. Draco, I know you can't hear me, but, I'm sorry for everything, please forgive me one day.'
She was about to give up to death when she suddenly had a stoke of genius. Pulling Draco around to face her, Hermione pressed her mouth to his. Slowly Hermione breathed into his mouth, then sucking the air back. Regaining her breath, Hermione put her arm around his waist and kicked towards the surface. His weight was slowly her down, but she was almost there, she could see the willow tree.
Hermione gasped as she bursted though the surface. Paddling labouredly to the surface she dragged Malfoy along. By the time she got him onto the bank of the river, his skin had turned blue. He wasn't breathing at all. She threw him down on the ground and knelt beside him.
Hermione tilted his chin up so it was complementary to the ground. Then she put her ear again his nose, listening carefully for any signs of breathing, there was none. Taking a deep breath she did something that she would have never done in a million years, she opened his mouth and breathed into it three times, then listened for his breathing again. Still he was as limp as ever.
'Oh, Malfoy, don't die on me.'
She breathed in him over and over again, but he showed no signs of reviving. His body felt cold and clammy against hers. Tears began to flow down Hermione's face, and she started to shake uncontrollably.
'Oh, Malfoy, please don't be dead. You have to be alive, I need to have someone to yell at everyday, please, be alive. You can't die!'
In frustration Hermione slammed her hands down on his chest. Miraculously, Draco began to cough up dirty water from the river. Hermione's heart quickened with hope, his chest began to heave up and down, very delicately. Hermione immediately buried her mouth in his again, helping him to breathe. Slowly, very slowly, Draco began to breathe on his own, but his eyes remained close.
Adding to her misfortune rain began splashing down in droves. Hermione quickly looked at her surroundings. Seeing a cave not far away from where she was, she started to drag Draco into it. His head bumped along a few rocks but Hermione didn't really seem to care about that right now. Finally she got him into the cave, with a lot of effort. Hermione's head ached like it was about to explode, she couldn't think normally any more, everything was blackening out...
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night judging by the darkness. The rain was still as heavy as it was hours ago; occasionally lightening would touch down accompanied by thunder.
Draco was still lying where she had left him, wet from the water. Hermione got up from her spot and looked around the cave for flint to build a fire. Gathering up a few stones, she started to swipe them against each other, after a few tries, Hermione finally managed to get a fire going.
Glancing carefully at Draco, she decided that he wasn't around to wake up any time soon, so Hermione took off all her clothe leaving on only her shirt and underwear. She hung the rest of the cloth over the fire to dry.
'I wonder if I should take off his clothe too, he'd catch a cold in those. And after all, he'd never find out."
She walked over to him and tenderly removed his garments leaving on only his pants; there was no way she was going to touch that part of his body. Hermione hung his expensive clothing on a stick near the fire. She then retreated back to her spot, drawing her knees up to her chest and rested her face against it.
Draco breathed easily now, his body was wet from the little expedition previously. Other than that he looked pretty much the same. Hermione observed him carefully for the first time. Her eyes running over his body and his features, pausing here and there. All the girls at Hogwarts swooned over him, she never quite figured out why. What's so special about a blond, snotty, guy with a king of the world attitude like him. Sure he has gorgeous hair, his built was flawless and his lips, oh those lips just made you want to kiss him.
'Hold it there Hermione! What are you doing? You can't be thinking about a self center jerk like him, he hates you and you hate him end of story! Don't even waste your time on thinking about him' she mentally slapped herself.
Suddenly Draco stirred in his sleep; slowly he rose into a sitting position. His eyes showed a sign of surprise and confusion. He looked around the cave and finally fixed them on Hermione. For a few second neither of them moved, and then he charged at her. Before Hermione could do anything, Draco had his hands on her throat driving her up the wall, literally.
Hermione was choking, she couldn't move at all. Draco was glaring at her with all the hatred he could muster. Hermione swung her legs at him and to her luck she kicked him right in where it hurts. He dropped his hands and Hermione fell to the floor, her hands gingerly rubbing her throat.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Hermione managed to choke out.
"GETTING MY REVENGE"
"Revenge for what, exactly?"
"For you trying to kill me!"
"It wasn't my fault that you didn't know how to swim," Hermione smirked as she said this.
Draco's face turned red, he quickly looked at the floor.
"Besides, if I was trying to kill you, then why would I have dived into the water and saved you. Then dragged you to the surface and gave you mouth to mouth!"
Hermione clasped her hands over her mouth as she realized what she had just said. Even though she did do it, there was no way she had ever thought of admitting that to him. What she did was something was a secret that she'd take to the grave.
"What I meant was...um..." Hermione stuttered failing to come up with an excuse.
Draco starred at her hard, judging to see if she was lying or not. It was Hermione's turn to look away. She felt her face burning up.
"You gave me mouth to mouth?"
"Well, I couldn't' have let you die! It wasn't like I snogging you, it was to save you," Hermione defended herself.
"Well, it sounds more like you wanted to kiss me. I don't blame you, seeing how attractive I can be," Draco said as his old sneer returned to his face.
Hermione was suddenly very angry. She had saved his life and he didn't even bother to thank her, now he's gone off being a stupid ignorant bastard again. She wasn't expecting him to be all nice and stuff, but he should have been at least little grateful. Hermione desperately wanted to hit him again, but remembering what happened last time she controlled her feelings.
"Stop being an ungrateful retard! I saved your life and this is all you can say to me! If I had known this would happen, I should have just let you drown! You walk around all day like you own the world. So what if you're wearing designer robes, you act like everyone's beneath you. I don't care a f#$ about how rich you are, to me you're just a stupid wealthy pig! You can go to hello, for all I care."
Hermione paused to draw breath. Draco tried to stop her rambling, but Hermione was on a roll now.
"You think you can insult everyone that comes you way just because you're richer than the rest of us! Well, you can't! People have feelings, they have thoughts, and they don't appreciate you abusing them like they're inferior to them. People's feelings get hurt, my feelings get hurt."
By this time Hermione had tears rolling down her cheek. Things she wanted to tell him for years were now rolling of her tongue, faster than she can think.
"I hate you Malfoy, no, I despise you, and no you're not worth my acknowledgement. You're lower than the scum on a pig, lower than a stupid f#ing mold."
"Granger-,"
"Don't you Granger me, let me tell you something. For years you tormented me. Everyday I ask myself what I did to make you so cruel to me. I sit up late in bed wondering why you enjoyed making my life so miserable! But now I know why, because YOU ARE AN IMMORAL PIG WHO THINKS MAKING OTHER PEOPLE'S LIFE MISERABLE IS AN ENTERTAINMENT. I'D LOVE TO TELL YOU MORE, BUT I ALREADY WASTED FIVE YEARS OF MY TIME TRYING TO TELL YOU!"
Hermione's face was almost as red as the fire. Despite her self control, her fists were forming a ball; her fingernails were digging into her skin. She could feel blood leaking, but she didn't care. She had finally told Malfoy what she had only dreamed of telling him. Draco was absolute stunned, his eyes showed his shock.
"Honestly Granger, you need more self control. I'm glad that you finally got that off your chest, but I really couldn't care less about your feelings," Draco said in his drawling voice when he finally recovered, "There is nothing for me to be grateful about, having a mudblood save me is shameful enough, but to have her kiss me as well, that's just pathetic. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sleep now, before you come with another idea to kill me, or worse to kiss me."
A/N Sorry there's not much action, promise to have more in the next chapter. In fact, something tells me there's going to be a little skin showing in the next one, tehehe, that's all I'm going to tell you for now. Please Review!