a/n Hey thank you for the reviews lilmissdissKiralover2 and one of the four369. Reading reviews always makes me want to type. I will continue with Hermione's POV then switch to Draco's in the next chapter! Enjoy!
Hermione POV
He actually puts on a food show. I thought as he pretended to be interested in the history of this town. Please, I knew that was fake, I wasn't even interested in the history. It went something like this: an old man comes in a wagon, decides that he likes the pond/lake and settles down. Then a lot more people come and form this small sleepy town of Lake View. I was still obsessing over the name; I mean it wasn't even a lake! Oh, and I almost forgot the old man lived the rest of his life alone in the cabin on the pond/lake. I hadn't been in the cabin yet, but when I mentioned it Malfoy was generally interested. That was probably the only interesting thing about the story.
"Can you show me the lake?" His eyes fell onto me as we made out way across town. The sun was sinking lower and lower, I knew that it would soon be dark.
"So you have a flashlight?" I asked him, even though it made me feel sick to sound so sweet.
He backtracked for a second; I knew he probably was trying to remember what a flashlight was. Instead I pretended to act as though he was thinking about whether he packed it. After a few minutes of silence and me rolling my eyes behind his back I decided to give him a break, even though I really wanted to throttle him.
"Never mind I have some, I just need to stop at the cottage first." I lived in a small cottage, equipped with its own bathroom, kitchen and bedroom. I had been thanking god that they had indoor pluming and electricity, even though it was faulty. So we stopped by for a few seconds and I grabbed two flashlights. I had been planning on exploring the town at night, but this was fine. "Here you go." I said and handed it to him, secretly smiling when he stared at it not knowing what to do.
"Ok let's go," he said putting on a smile. I left him with his flashlight off; he would get the hang of it eventually.
The lake, for I had indeed classified it as a lake. I had found out that a lake was a large body of water surrounded by land, also that rivers or streams may feed into a lake. A pond was a small area of still water in a natural hallow. There was a small stream that led into the lake, from who knows where, so I guess that classifies it as a lake. So back to what I was saying before, the lake was located not far from the last building in town, which happened to be the post office. It was far enough away to insure that it was a rarely visited spot, but close enough so that I could reach there in a matter of minutes.
We walked in silence for the whole walk there, not a word was spoken. It gave me time to think about my new situation. First off I was stuck in Nowhere Ville (which I had christened the town) without communication to the outside world. Second off I was stuck with Malfoy in Nowhere Ville. One good thing was that he didn't know it was me; one bad thing was that since he didn't know that I was a witch I had to watch my mouth. At first I had let slip a couple of wizard terms, but the people here were clueless and didn't notice. If they did notice, they probably just miss took it as a new fad. Malfoy knew of course what these words meant, and the fact that I knew them would get pretty suspicious.
Finally we reached out destination. The lake was a bit spooky at night and I got goose bumps just looking around. Malfoy was keeping close to me and I got the impression that he was afraid of the dark. My flashlight shone alone in the sea of darkness. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and shivered a bit. This was high on my worse situations list.
"It is over there." I whispered, I didn't really know why I whispered, but it felt right.
"I'll follow you." He whispered back, it was a good thing that it was dark, or otherwise he might have seen me raise my eyebrows at him.
We walked quickly towards the front door the cottage; we were about half way there when my foot got stuck in mud. My flashlight went spinning out of my hand and I stopped and Malfoy ran straight into me.
"Hey, why'd you stop?" He asked obviously annoyed.
"My foot is stuck in the mud." I hissed at him, tugging on my foot all the while.
"Where?" He asked stupidly, I could have hit him.
"Maybe if you turned on your flashlight you'd be able to see!"
"Fine," he turned to his flashlight and started doing something to it. I couldn't see because it was so dark. I sank a little deeper into the mud.
"Malfoy hurry up!" I practically yelled. He paused for a second.
"I can't see it!" He said just as loudly. I yanked it out of his hands and started to press the on button. He stepped forward right into the mud. I fell down and he unfortunately fell on top of me.
"Can you please get off of me? I need to turn on the flashlight." He moved to my right and I sat up and pressed the on button. I surveyed the scene; we were both in the mud covered from head to foot.
He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and pulled myself up. The flashlight was muddied in my hand and we got out of the mud. Don't ask me how, but I pulled out of the mud the first try.
"We should go back." He said and I nodded mutely following him. Just before we cleared the lake I slipped and nearly fell into the lake, and sent the flashlight summer salting into the water. The only thing that stopped me from falling in was Malfoy.
"Thanks," the words fell out of my mouth without thinking.
"No problem," he replied and I took the lead. We couldn't see anything except the lights of the diner in the middle of town. I was happy about the diner's late hours, and headed in that general direction. One problem, Malfoy couldn't see me and insisted on holding my hand. I gave in and head to the diner; from there I could get to the cottage.
Tiered and muddy I entered the cottage, Malfoy right behind me. I turned on the lights and saw that he was grinning. He was head to foot in mud, but he still had the nerve to smile.
"Well that could have gone a lot worse." He said cheerily. I rolled my eyes at him and he smiled broadly again.
"Do you know your way to your cottage?" I asked him, silently praying that he did. He shook his head no. "Then you'll have to stay here." I said resignedly, even though I felt like shoving him out.
"Great," he said and I rolled my eyes again.
"Do you want to take a shower first?" God please say yes. I thought, no matter how much I wanted to get cleaned, I had to hide all of my wizard items first.
"No, you can." I put on a cheery smile, I felt the exact opposite. For once I felt bad for clowns, now knowing what it felt like to smile even though you wanted to go and cry. For all you know a clown could have just broken up with his wife or been told that they were going to fire him, yet he still went out there and smiled to the audience.
"Great, I'll just go grab a towel." I ran into my room and shoved everything under the bed. Then I grabbed the towel and headed into the shower.
a/n Hey hoped you liked it. I'll write in Draco's POV in the next chapter! I don't mind constructive criticism. Please review!