The Island Chapter Six: I Dunno!

Some more to get things moving a bit! And also to make it lighter after all the Oh-Ron-You-Evil-Boy bit.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.


Hermione returned from her shower in a good mood – she'd seen Lavender on the way and she'd looked seriously annoyed Hermione was smiling.

She found Harry in the CR. He was trying to stick Trevor back together after Hermione's book had squashed him.

"Hi Hermazzald," he said as she sat down, "How are you?"

"Clean." Hermione watched Harry for a moment, "You do know he won't come back to life?"

"He won't? Oh, no!" Harry sighed and threw the Trevor remains in the fire, "I thought that if he'd dried out a bit he might rise from the dead. Oh, well."

They watched the Trevor bits sizzle. As Harry was interested in a particular inside, Hermione quickly scribbled another tally line under Harry's name. He could be so funny when he wanted to be.

"Anyway, where's Ron?" she asked, stashing it away again.

"Oh, he's gone to see Lavender. To tell her never to bother him again. That's what he said anyway."

"Yeah, I just saw her. She looked annoyed."

"Stupid girl. She's so irritating!" Harry kicked a cushion, which turned out to be Crookshanks curled up in a ball. He meowed and hissed, speeding off into the fire, where his nose frazzled. He pelted off, shrieking.

"Aw, my poor little baby," Hermione cooed, her eyes following her old, disgusting cat around the room.

"You should get him a friend," Harry suggested, "A nice, cute kitten or something. Call it – Crookshanks Two!"

"Err … how about no?" Hermione laughed.

Ron climbed through the PH.

"Hey, you two!" he said, a huge grin all over his face, "Lavender's understood me. She's agreed not to cause any more trouble. At least, not for the rest of this fanfic!"

"Oh, good!" Hermione said happily.

"So … anything anyone would like to do?" Harry asked generally, to nobody in particular.

"Well, I'd like to swim in the lake with a random fish!" Ron piped up.

"Let's all do that then!" Harry, Ron and Hermione packed up their swimming things and went outside.

"It's quite warm, we should be OK," Hermione pointed out, emerging from the bush she was changing behind.

"Yeah, let's get in!" Harry and Ron dived in, then shrieked like girls.

"It's freeeeeeeeeeeeeezing!" Ron squealed.

"I'm going to freeze of freezingness, if that's a word!" Harry added.

"Shut up, you two, and stop being such girls!" Hermione dipped her toes in, then slipped in after them, yelling "Toes! Come back!"

Her head popped up and it was blue.

"Right l-l-l-l-l-l-let's find you a random fish!" she shivered to Ron.

"Yeah," Ron dived under the surface and emerged holding a random fish, "Right, now I can swim with a random fish!"

"OK Ron, enjoy that," Hermione said, climbing out with Harry, "We'll just get changed."

"Where are you going?" Ron called, splishing around with the fish.

"It's freezing, we're getting changed," Harry replied, going behind his changing bush.

Hermione was nearly done when she heard the bubbly scream.

"Bleeeeeeeblrrlbrlbreaaauuublrguuueeeehblrlrlrlrl!"

She tied her shoelace and raced out. Harry was there with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his T-shirt on.

"Harry, what have you been doing?"

Harry hesitated.

"Doing a little dance," he muttered sheepishly.

"Well, did you hear that noise?" Hermione asked him.

"Yeah."

They both turned to look in the lake. Ron's red hair was just visible below the surface, and from what they could see he was writhing around in agony.

"I'm - brlrlrlrlrlr - drowining! Blrlrlrlrlrlr!" he cried.

"Ah! Save him, Haary!" Hermione screamed.

Harry dived into the lake, superly swam and rescued Ron. He let the random fish go, then dragged Ron to the side and put him in the recovery position.

"WOW, Harry, that was brilliant! Even I didn't know how to do that! I'm really scared of first aid..." Hermione rushed over to where Ron was lying, semi-conscious, on the bank.

"Are you OK Ron?" Harry asked him.

"Yeeees..." Ron faintly moaned, shivering.

"Here - put this around you -" Hermione fetched her towel and dropped it over Ron. As soon as he had his head well covered she hugged Harry and kissed him all over his face.

"Oh, Harry, you saved him! You're so wonderful, I would never have been brave enough to do that! Harry, I love you! Not in that way! NO! But as a FRIEND I love you!" she stopped kissing him to say this and then started again.

"Hermione, it's alright, Ron's fine!" Harry was three-quarters humiliated, a quarter pleased. He wasn't sure whether Hermione actually meant what she'd said - that she loved him as a friend...


Back in the Common Room, Ron was sitting by the fire, and Harry was helping Hermione out by rubbing After-Fire lotion into Crookshanks' fur. Hermione herself was in a corner, giving Harry five extra tally lines under his name.

"He saved a life! He deserves it all!" she squealed.


AN: So she's starting to favour Harry! R&R as usual please.