Chapter I: Incidental Island
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Hermione sat near the stern of the ship, called the Phoenix Wing, reading Advanced Potion Making. Her head shot up when she heard Dumbledore's voice boom through the outside and probably the inside to.
"Students of Hogwarts, its most unfortunate that a rather large underwater mountain is right in our path by Lord Voldemort, and is quite unavoidable, and I would like to inform you that the ship is going down. Please do not panic, but proceed to your cabins and pack the essentials you need for your swim to the island, which is fortunately right over there," as he said this a large glowing red arrow was conjured to point to a tropical island about one mile away. Many students gasped in horror and dashed to their cabin's, while Hermione took off after them.
"Hagrid and I shall apparate back to Hogwarts to send along help, which should be along within the next two months, I am sorry you will not make it to Alunhollow School of Sorcery this year, possibly next your some of you will be able to make it there.
"So as I told you, proceed to your cabins and pack your necessary wands, and blankets, you'll need them.
"I am sorry we have to temporarily maroon you," he completed.
Hermione scowled while she was caught in a throng to people, where were Harry and Ron?
She entered her cabin with difficulty the other girls in Gryffindor sixth year, who were all in an unmistakable panic, frantically scurrying around looking for miscellaneous prized possessions that they 'couldn't' live without.
Hermione merely took her blankets, wand, and the few chocolates she had on her bedside table and scattered out of the room to the main deck of the ship where all hell frantic was whizzing through the air. Why now? She thought, that was a perfect opportunity to experience wizarding in the perspective of other countries!
Then the ship shook terribly, it had hit the underwater mountain, she slipped on the ground and slid down to the back as the ship started to sink at a twenty degree angle. Hermione groped for the nearest thing to hold onto, while still trying to manage a bulging shoulder bag.
Finally Hermione grabbed onto a wooden railing at the edge of the deck as the ship continued to sink, her hands beginning to get sweaty from her generous effort in holding on.
"Hermione!" a frenzied voice called, "Hermione!"
"Harry!" she cried back, to where he appeared, about fifty feet up, clutching onto a mast pole.
"Hermione! Hold on!" he yelled down to her.
"I can't Harry! Where's Ron?"
"He's on a life boat, never mind now!" Harry bellowed, avoiding a sliding cage, empty of animals. Unfortunately the boat tipped in Hermione's side and it began sliding towards her.
"Ow!" she yelled as it collided with her hands and face making her let go and slide down further towards the water. She put her hands out to stop the sliding and eventually caught hold of another rail. Her hands stinging she attempted to climb up towards Harry who was calling for her, and urging for her to climb on, but it was to late…
The ship sunk at another twenty degrees causing the rail Hermione was gripping to break apart, finally her rail started to splinter and cut into her hands so she was forced to let to, and she plummeted into the water screaming.
Merlin, I'm going to die if I don't make it to the Island, she thought, trying, with faith, to swim, the island seemed farther away that when she was on the ship, but she swam on, hoping that she would eventually make it there.
In what seemed like hours later, Hermione made it nearer to the shore, putting all her efforts into now drowning, and not swallowing dead and disease ridden salty waters. Hermione rolled over onto her back and took in a breath of air, as she effortlessly floated, with her head just above water, as she neared shore doing a back stroke.
When her backside touched bases with the sand on the shore she got up and stumbled exhaustedly to a patch of yellow-green grass and laid down onto her back taking in gigantic breaths of air, she eventually slipped into a state of peaceful somnea…
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In a state of comfort, yet discomfort, Hermione woke up, with the golden morning sun, which was directly over the horizon gleaming in her eyes. She quickly stamped the shut and rolled over groaning.
Slowly she got up, with her eyes trying to adjust to the sunlight.
"What…?" she mumbled to herself in surprise as she caught sight of some banana trees some twenty feet ahead of her. Then gasping at the snap of a twig, to her right, she immediate glanced over. Automatically she glared at the sight of Draco Malfoy, who was leaning on a granite rock with an eyebrow risen smirking.
"I was wondering when you would wake up. You sleep like a rock, and snore like a dragon," he asserted coldly.
"No need to make this already terrible situation worse Malfoy," she snapped.
Malfoy was silent, trying to think of a snide comeback.
"You think I hate this less that you do Granger?"
"Well, you are certainly making it worse, effortlessly!" she bellowed, "You could make this at least a little enjoyable, by trying to be at least a little pleasant! This is an enticing place, you, would make it HELL!
"How ironic that I get stranded on a tropical Island, with, none other, that Draco Malfoy, future Death Eater, rich snob, and monotonous complainer!" she continued to rant, "Would you dare to try and be nicer? NO! Would you try and be a gentleman? And not call me a mudblood for once, and offer to a kind word? NO! YOU…WOULD…NEVER…BE…NICE…TO…ANYBODY…BUT…YOU'RE…OWN…KIND! YOU ARE INCONSITERABLE, RUDE, COLD-BLOODED, COLD-HEARTED, AND AN INSUFFERABLE BOOTLICKER!" br /