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WARNING: This is the chapter where characters start to get OOC. But, hey, what's the use of writing a fic if you can't make the chars do things that they wouldn't normally do? ^_^
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stumbled into the Common Room from a very tiring day. Not only was Snape more evil than usual, but Ron and Harry had had their first Divination lesson of the year and old Trelawney was as batty as ever.
They plopped down on the red plush couch. "Ugh, we'd better get started on Divination," Harry said to Ron, pulling out his Divination text book. "A whole page of this junk is due tomorrow! How are we supposed to get this done?"
"Stretch our imagination, I guess." Ron also took out his Divination book.
"Do you have any homework, Herm?" Harry asked, writing something down.
"Nope," Hermione answered. "Just Transfiguration, but I want to find something for that in the library..."
"Lucky..." Ron muttered. "Hey, Harry, do you think Trelawney'd mind if I predicted that I was late for Divination more than once?" Harry looked up. "Ummm...:" "What? It's an excuse to miss some class!" Harry laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.
Hermione stood up and stretched. "I think I'll go to the Swimming Pool for a bit before Dinner..."
"Great... Remember to take someone with you," Harry said, his mind on his work.
"Oh, after this day, someone is definitely going to be in the pool."
"OK, but if my cousin says the eulogy at your funeral, don't blame me," Ron said, glancing up at her. She rolled her eyes. "I'm a better swimmer than you'll ever be, Ron."
They didn't stop her as she left. In the past few years, they had gotten used to Hermone's personality slowly changing into a little rule breaking hellion (as Filch seemed to be fond of calling them).
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Hermione walked down the hallway and up the staircase to the PE room. If there was one thing in the universe that Hermione loved more than being able to do magic, it was water. She had absolutely LOVED swimming ever since the first time she'd been in a pool. She hadn't spent ten minutes in there before she downright begged her parents for swimming lessons. They finally gave in, and by the end of the summer, her and the pool were almost inseparable.
She returned every summer, and when she turned nine, she began competing in different Swimming and Diving competitions. She always placed in, at least, the top four, but eight out of ten times she was in the top two.
She was rarely beat, but when she was, it was always by the same person. His name was David, and though his diving was excellent, he rarely participated in contests, leaving the winners block free for Hermione.
As she reached the Gym door, she paused, thinking, 'I hope someone IS in there. Especially if a teacher walks in and I don't have someone there.' She almost turned back, but decided to go on, because chances are that no teacher would come to the Swimming Pool.
She entered the girls' locker room and used a variation of the spell Professor Weasley had used to put them in their Gym outfits. This put her in her light blue one-piece bathing suit. She put her hair up in a ponytail and wrapped a towel she had charmed up around her.
She made her way to the pool. When she reached the door, she paused and cracked it open to see if she could hear anyone. It was silent except for the sound of someone in the water. Carefully, she slipped in and watched.
What she saw surprised her. Climbing up the diving board steps, blonde hair wet and messed up, was Draco Malfoy. He obviously didn't see her, as he was still on the board and focusing on his dive.
'He actually looks kinda cute right now... Whoa! GROSS!!! I did NOT just think that about Draco Malfoy!'
Draco got into diving formation and dived off the board perfectly. 'Wow... He's a great diver...' Hermione shook her head and forced herself to look at her other surroundings. She then noticed something; Draco didn't have anyone with him either!
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
Draco Malfoy was swimming back to the diving board to continue practicing his dives. He was at the side of the pool, getting out when he heard the door creak open. He glanced at the door, but just saw it standing open about an inch.
He shook his head and started to climb up the diving board ladder. If someone had his heart set on spying o him, he didn't really care.
He got in the proper diving formation and dived smoothly into the pool. He was swimming to the side when he heard the door open the rest of the way. However, he chose not to look over there until a haughty voice said, "And what exactly are you doing here without someone else, Malfoy?"
He turned to the door, vaguely recognizing the voice. There, only twenty feet from him, was Hermione Granger in a modest blue bathing suit with a towel wrapped tightly around her.
He sneered. "May I ask you the same question, Miss Prude?"
His words had the effect he was expecting. She blushed and said. "Well, that's none of your business, Malfoy. I don't know about you, but I'm swimming." She unwrapped her towel and tossed it on the bench by the wall.
Draco's stomache lurched. Normally, whenever he saw Hermione, she was wearing the baggy school robes. However, the bathing suit, though modest, was extremely tight (or so it seemed to him) and complimented her figure a little too much for Draco's sanity and... something a lot lower...
Blushing, he quickly turned away and went to the diving board. "Whatever, Granger," he said. "Just don't bug me."
When he turned, Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. She forced herself to stop watching him and jumped in the eight and a half foot deep section.
First, before she started her laps, she raced with herself to the other side and back. When she got back to where she started, she started swimming laps.
When her legs finally started tiring, she stopped and floated on her back. This was what she loved the most about swimming. Having your body on pure liquid. It was almost like magic, if you thought about it.
She loved the way that when you tilted your head back far enough, your ears got underwater and instead of hearing everyday problems, you just heard a repetitive 'blub, blub' and the humming of the water filter.
She was in the five foot section when she brought her head back up to clear her ears (the worst thing about swimming is getting water in your ears), when she heard splashing from over by the diving board. At first, she ignored it, thinking Malfoy was just trying to annoy her. However, what caught her attention was the sound of a throaty, "Help!"
She looked up and was immediately scared by what she saw, or rather, what she DIDN'T see; Draco. She gasped and swam as fast as she could to over where he had been. She was so intent on getting over there, that she didn't hear the door close.
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Draco stood up on the diving board, looking down at Hermione. She was floating on her back with a small smile on her face. She looked totally at peace with the world, not like she normally did, stressed out over her homework and classes.
One hardly ever sees Hermione like this, he realized. She's never totally calm.
He was so ensnared with the picture she made, that he almost didn't hear the door creep open.
However, that was an almost, so he did notice, thinking, 'What is it with people looking in here before actually coming in?'.
He bent down to touch his toes, getting ready for a complicated dive. He was a Malfoy, after all. He had to show off.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt some sort of force throw him off the diving board into the water. He yelled from surprise, therefore swallowing a lot of water when his body met the water. Normally, he would have been able to save himself in a situation like this. He was a very experienced swimmer and had been pushed into a pool many times by his annoying cousins (AN: Remember that!). However, there was something giving him extra weight. It was like he was being pulled down.
He forced himself up, choked and breathed in as much air as he could, then yelled, "Help!", hoping Hermione would hear. Before he could stay afloat and get to the side of the poo, he felt himself being pulled into the water again.
More water found its way into his mouth. His last thought was, 'Come on Granger! I don't want a Weasley speaking at my funeral!', before he blacked out.
Hermione saw Draco's body underwater about three feet away from her. She dived under and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side of the pool after that. She slipped out of the pool and dragged him out with her.
She listened to his breathing. There wasn't any. 'How cliche! Having to do CPR to my worst enemy!" The last thing she wanted to do was perform CPR on Draco Malfoy, but he wasn't breathing and she didn't have very much time left to help him.
Disregarding her doubts, she started CPR on him. After a few tries, she was getting frantic. However, after her next try, Draco coughed and sputtered up some water.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked. Draco coughed and nodded.
"What happened?"
Draco opened his eyes and sat up, supported by his hands. "I- I really don't know. I was on the diving board getting ready to dive and something knocked me off. I think it might have been a spell."
Draco looked around. A strange look came on his face.
"What?" Hermione asked curiously. "I could have sworn the door opened when I was up there. I thought someone was coming in..." Hermione also vaguely remembered the sound of the door closing.
Draco looked up and it was like he just remembered who he was talking to and his normal face came back on. "You could have been a little faster, Granger," he said and stood up. "It's almost time for dinner."
Hermione also stood up, her face turning haughty. "Well, I'm not the one who almost drowned." She grabbed her towel and turned to leave. Draco also his towel and as Hermione reached for the doorknob, he called, "Hermione, wait!"
It was probably the fact that he actually called her Hermione, but for some reason, she turned.
Draco seemed a little doubtful. "Well... Erm... I mean- Well, thanks."
Hermione stared at him, then nodded. She turned and walked off to dinner.
AN: OK, just for the record, I'm not trying to have Hermione like me in this ficcy. I HATE swimming!
Alright, I usually don't do this, but it's never too late to start!
Thanks to:
Death Ringer~ Don't worry. They'll play soccer sometime in here! May-star~ Thank you so very much! Shay is a model of what I WANT to be like! ^_^ DancinBlondeGurl~ Thanks! Here it is! Enjoy! Caroline~ Heehee. ^_^ Chloe E Zephyr~ ::maniacal laugh in the background:: Believe me, it's gonna be mischief packed! Lexi Wood~ Thanks! Rebecca~ Thank you! That's more than my English teacher would ever say! ^_^ Principessa Squish Aldkivina~ Very funny, Alicia. And I did too read it to you! Remember, you wanted Draco to die! ::shoots daggers:: Harry Potter Police~ See top. Footmonster~ I hate PE too. Unfortunately, I start it this semester.
AN: Thank U to everyone who reviewed! I love you all!
WARNING: This is the chapter where characters start to get OOC. But, hey, what's the use of writing a fic if you can't make the chars do things that they wouldn't normally do? ^_^
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stumbled into the Common Room from a very tiring day. Not only was Snape more evil than usual, but Ron and Harry had had their first Divination lesson of the year and old Trelawney was as batty as ever.
They plopped down on the red plush couch. "Ugh, we'd better get started on Divination," Harry said to Ron, pulling out his Divination text book. "A whole page of this junk is due tomorrow! How are we supposed to get this done?"
"Stretch our imagination, I guess." Ron also took out his Divination book.
"Do you have any homework, Herm?" Harry asked, writing something down.
"Nope," Hermione answered. "Just Transfiguration, but I want to find something for that in the library..."
"Lucky..." Ron muttered. "Hey, Harry, do you think Trelawney'd mind if I predicted that I was late for Divination more than once?" Harry looked up. "Ummm...:" "What? It's an excuse to miss some class!" Harry laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.
Hermione stood up and stretched. "I think I'll go to the Swimming Pool for a bit before Dinner..."
"Great... Remember to take someone with you," Harry said, his mind on his work.
"Oh, after this day, someone is definitely going to be in the pool."
"OK, but if my cousin says the eulogy at your funeral, don't blame me," Ron said, glancing up at her. She rolled her eyes. "I'm a better swimmer than you'll ever be, Ron."
They didn't stop her as she left. In the past few years, they had gotten used to Hermone's personality slowly changing into a little rule breaking hellion (as Filch seemed to be fond of calling them).
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
Hermione walked down the hallway and up the staircase to the PE room. If there was one thing in the universe that Hermione loved more than being able to do magic, it was water. She had absolutely LOVED swimming ever since the first time she'd been in a pool. She hadn't spent ten minutes in there before she downright begged her parents for swimming lessons. They finally gave in, and by the end of the summer, her and the pool were almost inseparable.
She returned every summer, and when she turned nine, she began competing in different Swimming and Diving competitions. She always placed in, at least, the top four, but eight out of ten times she was in the top two.
She was rarely beat, but when she was, it was always by the same person. His name was David, and though his diving was excellent, he rarely participated in contests, leaving the winners block free for Hermione.
As she reached the Gym door, she paused, thinking, 'I hope someone IS in there. Especially if a teacher walks in and I don't have someone there.' She almost turned back, but decided to go on, because chances are that no teacher would come to the Swimming Pool.
She entered the girls' locker room and used a variation of the spell Professor Weasley had used to put them in their Gym outfits. This put her in her light blue one-piece bathing suit. She put her hair up in a ponytail and wrapped a towel she had charmed up around her.
She made her way to the pool. When she reached the door, she paused and cracked it open to see if she could hear anyone. It was silent except for the sound of someone in the water. Carefully, she slipped in and watched.
What she saw surprised her. Climbing up the diving board steps, blonde hair wet and messed up, was Draco Malfoy. He obviously didn't see her, as he was still on the board and focusing on his dive.
'He actually looks kinda cute right now... Whoa! GROSS!!! I did NOT just think that about Draco Malfoy!'
Draco got into diving formation and dived off the board perfectly. 'Wow... He's a great diver...' Hermione shook her head and forced herself to look at her other surroundings. She then noticed something; Draco didn't have anyone with him either!
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
Draco Malfoy was swimming back to the diving board to continue practicing his dives. He was at the side of the pool, getting out when he heard the door creak open. He glanced at the door, but just saw it standing open about an inch.
He shook his head and started to climb up the diving board ladder. If someone had his heart set on spying o him, he didn't really care.
He got in the proper diving formation and dived smoothly into the pool. He was swimming to the side when he heard the door open the rest of the way. However, he chose not to look over there until a haughty voice said, "And what exactly are you doing here without someone else, Malfoy?"
He turned to the door, vaguely recognizing the voice. There, only twenty feet from him, was Hermione Granger in a modest blue bathing suit with a towel wrapped tightly around her.
He sneered. "May I ask you the same question, Miss Prude?"
His words had the effect he was expecting. She blushed and said. "Well, that's none of your business, Malfoy. I don't know about you, but I'm swimming." She unwrapped her towel and tossed it on the bench by the wall.
Draco's stomache lurched. Normally, whenever he saw Hermione, she was wearing the baggy school robes. However, the bathing suit, though modest, was extremely tight (or so it seemed to him) and complimented her figure a little too much for Draco's sanity and... something a lot lower...
Blushing, he quickly turned away and went to the diving board. "Whatever, Granger," he said. "Just don't bug me."
When he turned, Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. She forced herself to stop watching him and jumped in the eight and a half foot deep section.
First, before she started her laps, she raced with herself to the other side and back. When she got back to where she started, she started swimming laps.
When her legs finally started tiring, she stopped and floated on her back. This was what she loved the most about swimming. Having your body on pure liquid. It was almost like magic, if you thought about it.
She loved the way that when you tilted your head back far enough, your ears got underwater and instead of hearing everyday problems, you just heard a repetitive 'blub, blub' and the humming of the water filter.
She was in the five foot section when she brought her head back up to clear her ears (the worst thing about swimming is getting water in your ears), when she heard splashing from over by the diving board. At first, she ignored it, thinking Malfoy was just trying to annoy her. However, what caught her attention was the sound of a throaty, "Help!"
She looked up and was immediately scared by what she saw, or rather, what she DIDN'T see; Draco. She gasped and swam as fast as she could to over where he had been. She was so intent on getting over there, that she didn't hear the door close.
~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco stood up on the diving board, looking down at Hermione. She was floating on her back with a small smile on her face. She looked totally at peace with the world, not like she normally did, stressed out over her homework and classes.
One hardly ever sees Hermione like this, he realized. She's never totally calm.
He was so ensnared with the picture she made, that he almost didn't hear the door creep open.
However, that was an almost, so he did notice, thinking, 'What is it with people looking in here before actually coming in?'.
He bent down to touch his toes, getting ready for a complicated dive. He was a Malfoy, after all. He had to show off.
Suddenly, without warning, he felt some sort of force throw him off the diving board into the water. He yelled from surprise, therefore swallowing a lot of water when his body met the water. Normally, he would have been able to save himself in a situation like this. He was a very experienced swimmer and had been pushed into a pool many times by his annoying cousins (AN: Remember that!). However, there was something giving him extra weight. It was like he was being pulled down.
He forced himself up, choked and breathed in as much air as he could, then yelled, "Help!", hoping Hermione would hear. Before he could stay afloat and get to the side of the poo, he felt himself being pulled into the water again.
More water found its way into his mouth. His last thought was, 'Come on Granger! I don't want a Weasley speaking at my funeral!', before he blacked out.
Hermione saw Draco's body underwater about three feet away from her. She dived under and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side of the pool after that. She slipped out of the pool and dragged him out with her.
She listened to his breathing. There wasn't any. 'How cliche! Having to do CPR to my worst enemy!" The last thing she wanted to do was perform CPR on Draco Malfoy, but he wasn't breathing and she didn't have very much time left to help him.
Disregarding her doubts, she started CPR on him. After a few tries, she was getting frantic. However, after her next try, Draco coughed and sputtered up some water.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked. Draco coughed and nodded.
"What happened?"
Draco opened his eyes and sat up, supported by his hands. "I- I really don't know. I was on the diving board getting ready to dive and something knocked me off. I think it might have been a spell."
Draco looked around. A strange look came on his face.
"What?" Hermione asked curiously. "I could have sworn the door opened when I was up there. I thought someone was coming in..." Hermione also vaguely remembered the sound of the door closing.
Draco looked up and it was like he just remembered who he was talking to and his normal face came back on. "You could have been a little faster, Granger," he said and stood up. "It's almost time for dinner."
Hermione also stood up, her face turning haughty. "Well, I'm not the one who almost drowned." She grabbed her towel and turned to leave. Draco also his towel and as Hermione reached for the doorknob, he called, "Hermione, wait!"
It was probably the fact that he actually called her Hermione, but for some reason, she turned.
Draco seemed a little doubtful. "Well... Erm... I mean- Well, thanks."
Hermione stared at him, then nodded. She turned and walked off to dinner.
AN: OK, just for the record, I'm not trying to have Hermione like me in this ficcy. I HATE swimming!
Alright, I usually don't do this, but it's never too late to start!
Thanks to:
Death Ringer~ Don't worry. They'll play soccer sometime in here! May-star~ Thank you so very much! Shay is a model of what I WANT to be like! ^_^ DancinBlondeGurl~ Thanks! Here it is! Enjoy! Caroline~ Heehee. ^_^ Chloe E Zephyr~ ::maniacal laugh in the background:: Believe me, it's gonna be mischief packed! Lexi Wood~ Thanks! Rebecca~ Thank you! That's more than my English teacher would ever say! ^_^ Principessa Squish Aldkivina~ Very funny, Alicia. And I did too read it to you! Remember, you wanted Draco to die! ::shoots daggers:: Harry Potter Police~ See top. Footmonster~ I hate PE too. Unfortunately, I start it this semester.
