They walk slowly, hands intertwined, the moon reflecting off the deep, dark lake as they stroll through the grounds, whispering to each other meaningful conversation like they used to. It's nearly midnight and they're supposed to be in bed. They don't care. They've done this a hundred times. She looks into his gray eyes, searching for the reassurance she used to find hidden in their depths.
"Dominique, I didn't mean it." He tells her. "Rose is nothing compared to you. You're the one I need, the one I've always needed." She smiles slightly, against her better judgment. She knows it's ridiculous. She knows it's crazy. But she believes him. But when she looks at him again, his face is changing.
His loving expression turns to a sneer.
"Scorpius…?" She asks, her eyes wide with confusion. But it's too late. He walks closer to her. She takes a step back, but stumbles and loses her footing. She falls, feeling the cold, black, eerily calm lake surround her. She struggles for air, clawing her way to the surface. She can't swim. His fist closes around her arm and he pulls her upward. She breaks the surface, gasping for breath. His sneer is even more prominent now, her face inches from his.
"Help…" She mutters. He raises an eyebrow and looks to his side. Dominique follows his glance. The pain is overwhelming. Who but Rose Weasley, her cousin, her friend, her betrayer? She grins at Dominique.
"Hello, Dom." Rose says. "Having a nice swim?" She and Scorpius explode with laughter and he turns his head to meet Rose's lips. He loosens his grip on Dominique's arm and lets her fall, allowing her to fill her lungs once more with the icy water as she sinks deeper and deeper into the seemingly never ending pit of darkness.
She feels nothing but pain, sees nothing but a light growing smaller and smaller as she fights to reach air. Her lungs are surely about to burst when a warm hand encloses hers and pulls her upward, it's owner swimming furiously towards land, Dominique dragging behind him. She looks up. Her eyes are dotting black from lack of oxygen, she is barely able to comprehend his features, his wavy blonde hair, his tall and lanky figure.
And then…She can breathe again. She coughs and sputters and allows her savior to run his fingers through her hair and whisper words of comfort. She meets his sky-blue eyes. She knows those eyes…she knows that face. Maybe everything will be okay after all.
Dominique sat up, breathing heavily. She looked around the Girl's Dormitory, sweating heavily. Lack of sleep, that's what it was. She needed more sleep. But as she closed her eyes once more, she couldn't help but smile as remembered seeing his eyes, soft and kind and such a brilliant blue. Ugh. What was wrong with her?