Chapter Two: the first Night
Draco and Hermione fought the raging sea for nearly two hours to get to shore that was a quarter of a mile away. They were completely exhausted as they dragged their weakened bodies ashore of the relatively large island. Hermione collapsed as soon as the surf could no longer reach her and began to sob hysterically. "They left us here! How could they not notice us being gone?" She cried.
"Don't worry some one will come for us…soon." Draco soothed leaving her lying there as he went into the trees to find shelter and build a fire. Hermione scrambled up to her feet and flowed behind him. "Stop following me you miserable Mudblood!" Draco snapped. "It's because of you that I'm now stranded on an island with you!"
"ME! I didn't make you jump into the ocean to be some sort of misunderstood hero! YOU made YOUR own CHOICE." She shouted back at him. "Look, arguing isn't going to get us rescued. I can put aside my hostility if you can." She said holding out her hand.
"Alright, I guess we shall see about that then. If you go and gather wood to build a fire, I will see to building us some sort of shelter." Draco suggested shaking her hand, for the first time in his life.
"Wait- shelter as in me sleeping next to you type shelter?"
"Would you like to stay warm or possibly die in this freezing rain? It's too cold to sleep alone; if we huddle together it will keep us warm enough in case the fire goes out."
"Fine. I can live with that I suppose." Hermione sighed as went about finding dry wood and debris under palm frowns and rotting logs. Within thirty minutes Hermione had made a fire with a little help from her wand, and Draco had made a half way decent shelter to keep them dry.
"Well done Granger, now I know why Potter and Weasley keep you around. You do all of their grunt work." Draco half complimented, half sneered as they huddled together at the entrance of their shelter.
"You didn't do so bad yourself seeing as you're a spoiled pureblood prat that can't do anything right with out his life hanging in the balance." She teased back. "For a Death Eater, you are rather soft hearted."
"I'm not a Death Eater; I do not bare the dark mark." Draco defended showing Hermione both of his forearms to prove his point.
"My mistake and apologies." Hermione rolled her eyes slightly.
"I don't have to prove anything to you." Draco snarled and laid down, his back facing Hermione.
She did the same, and it didn't take long for the two of them to fall asleep. They were too tired from the swim to be bothered by the howling of the wind. Draco woke suddenly in the dead of night for some reason, he wasn't quite sure why. He found the wind had disappeared, and the sky had cleared, event he ocean seemed to be calm once again. As he lay back down to go back to sleep, he wrapped his arms around a shivering Hermione, sharing his body heat with her. He pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes once more, silently wondering what on god's green earth was possessing him to be so…kind and generous? The rest of the night was rough for Draco, because he couldn't sleep. His mind was plagued by the good deeds he had performed over the past twelve hours.
He got up several times to add wood to the fire and keep it alive, and hopefully turn out some more heat to keep them warm. Although Hermione was no longer shivering, Draco felt the need to hold her close to him, to comfort the silent sleeping heaves, and sobs she would occasionally let out.
Dawn came quickly after Draco finally fell asleep. When he awoke he was dazed and confused, and discovered that he was alone. Hermione was no where to be found, once he remembered where he was and what had happened. He followed the fresh foot prints he found, to a beach hidden among the foliage. The sand was pure white; there was s water fall and a small pond with crystal clear fresh waters, and a pile of feminine clothing that was still damp from the rains the night before. Which meant Hermione was in the pond…somewhere, and she was most likely naked.
Not passing up the chance to get naked with a girl, Draco quickly stripped down and dove in the water. They surfaced simultaneously, and she caught his gaze as she gasped for breath. "You know it is rather rude to stare." She pointed out, staying neck deep in the water.
"Yeah, well it's also rude to bloody run off on someone while they're sleeping too."
"Dust my ears this morning, it sounds as if someone was actually worried about someone else, not to mention rather snippety as well." She scoffed as they circled each other, slowly getting closer to one another. "Do you mind, I would like to get dry and redressed if you don't mind."
"You act as if I've never seen what you've got. I've snuck into the Prefects bathroom with you in it before." Draco snickered grabbing her wrist, and guiding her into his arms.
"You are a perverted little monster you know that?" She laughed.
"I can't help it. It's hard to resist looking at what god made so perfectly. A woman's body is typically flawless, but some one out did themselves with yours, I must admit." His lips were approaching hers slowly.
Sensing this she squirmed from his grasp, "You are most vile at times." She said turning her back on him and wading back to the shore.
Draco was miffed about this action, "Did you ever think that maybe if you didn't act so fucking bloody perfect all the time you would have a boyfriend?" he announced.
"Why do I need one?" She snapped back, knowing in her heart that was what she wanted, and now she knew why she didn't have one. "You guys are all the same, shallow and for the most part gutless wonders when it comes to girls." She dried her self off with her t-shirt and dressed her self quickly.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about! That whole independent woman façade is a real turn off."
"Oh come off it already! We need to be trying to get off this island, not trying to figure out how to inhabit it! " She left him standing waist deep in the water speechless.
