Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money off of this. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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"At least there are no animals in here," Hermione commented. "You wouldn't happen to have any matches with that knife of yours, would you?"
"No."
She sighed. "When do you think they'll notice we're gone?"
"Monday, probably. If we're not there for classes, they'll know that something is wrong."
"At least we're not on break. Then we'd really be stuck," she said, as silence enveloped the pair for several minutes.
"I think it'd be best if we stuck together from now on. I call a truce. At least until we find out what island we really were supposed to go to. To make it interesting, whoever was wrong has to buy dinner."
He smirked. "Alright."
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Hermione had no idea when she fell asleep, but she woke to a bright light shining into the cave. She also became aware of something draped across her...
"Glad to see you're finally up," he greeted.
As soon as Hermione sat up, he threw something at her.
"A coconut?" Hermione asked sleepily.
"Here," he said, and threw his knife.
"I thought you said you weren't climbing any trees," Hermione remarked, as she started to cut the top off of the coconut.
"I didn't have to," he replied simply. "We need to get to the top of the hill today. I saw a few small streams earlier…they're coming from somewhere."
"The rain-"
He shook his head. "They're not from the rain. They've been there."
"Did you happen to get any fruit?" She asked hopefully.
"Do I look like Tarzan?" He asked dryly.
"Well, with the long hair-" She stopped when he threw something else towards her.
"You know, you could just get up. After the fall last night, I thought that it was common knowledge that I'm not that established with coordination," she said, and then remembered to look at the thing covering her.
Severus noticed this and suddenly looked like he was distracted.
She held up his cloak. "Severus?"
He hesitantly looked up. "You were shivering last night...After the clouds cleared up, it was clear out. By then, that was the only thing dry."
She looked down at herself…her clothes were still covered in mud.
She smiled brightly at him. "Thank you."
"Well, I guess we should get going then. I don't think you want to stay muddy all day."
"No," she said, standing up.
"I-" He paused when Hermione walked over and hugged him, before handing back his cloak.
"Thanks again," she said, and then lead the way out of the cave and into the bright sunshine.
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"Which way are we going?" Hermione asked.
"Up the hill," he said, and pointed towards a small treeless path to her left.
"Then why are you walking the other way?" She questioned, when he suddenly disappeared to the side of the cave. He came back several seconds later, holding his white button-down shirt.
"Why are you putting that back on?" Hermione asked, as he was just about to swing it over his black shirt.
He paused.
"I mean, it's only going to get hot out…It'd be silly if you put it back on," she said, looking quite flustered.
Severus looked amused. "Yes, but black attracts the sun."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it; her face starting to turn redder than it already was.
He noticed. "Were you going to say something?"
"I…was just going to…say that you should just wear the white one…" Hermione trailed off, her cheeks burning.
His eyebrows popped up; he was going to have fun with this. "Well, I guess I wouldn't want to die of heat exhaustion and leave you all alone to fend for yourself," he said as he took off the black shirt.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh!" She squeaked, and after a secret glance, she turned around.
He smirked. "Alright, are you ready?"
"Mm-hm," Hermione said, still not turning around.
He stopped next to her, "Are you sure you're ready?"
Hermione glanced at him and froze; he only had the shirt buttoned three-quarters of the way up. "Yeah…I'm ready," she replied.
"Good."
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"I hear water," Hermione said. "Falling water."
"I believe the correct term for that would be a waterfall."
"Shut up," she replied, as he walked to what looked like the edge to a cliff.
"There," he said, and pointed across from them.
"How are we going to get down there?" Hermione asked, as she stopped next to him.
"Find a way down," he stated obviously.
"Or we could jump-"
"Jump?"
"Into the water. It's not that far down," she pointed out.
"I don't think so…We have no idea how deep the water i-" Severus stopped when Hermione made an earsplitting scream.
"What's wrong now?" He asked tiredly.
"There's a snake on my leg!" Hermione yelled.
"A snake?" He asked, as he looked down, and sure enough, there was a snake that started to wrap itself around her ankle.
"Don't move-"
"I'm not stupid!"
"Can you lift your foot slowly?"
Hermione tried, but it only made the snake wrap itself tighter.
"Sit down very carefully. You might distract it long enough for me to grab it," Severus said.
In the few short seconds that the snake looked at Hermione, Severus quickly grabbed the snake right behind its head.
"Please be careful," Hermione said softly, as he began to unwrap the snake from around her ankle. "I thought snakes were supposed to shy away from humans."
"There are no humans on the island," he replied, after he finished unwrapping the snake, and threw it, as Hermione quickly got up.
However, as Hermione got up, her foot came down on the snake's tail and it came lunging back at her. Luckily, Severus never took his eyes off of the snake, and his hand shot out to catch it. Hermione though, had only seen the snake out of the corner of her eye and stumbled backwards, trying to get away from the attacking animal.
Everything seemed to happen in a flash. As Severus threw the snake away again, Hermione knocked into him, and she fell onto the ground and rolled. As soon as she felt her feet leave the side of the cliff, she reached out and grabbed Severus' foot, making him fall over too.
"Hermione!" He gasped, before he knew what was going on. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes just about popped out of their sockets when he saw that Hermione was hanging over the cliff.
"Help!" She cried, as she felt herself slipping.
"Don't let go!" Severus said, as he tried to reach her hand, without Hermione taking his shoe off and falling.
"I don't intend to!"
"I'm going to sit up and as I lean forwards, you have to let go of my leg-"
"No!"
"Trust me, I'll grab you."
Hermione bit her lip. "Alright."
"Ready? Go," he said, and as soon as Hermione let go, he sprung forwards and grabbed her hand.
"Oh my God," Hermione said, "it bit you."
"I know," he said softly, and looked down, where two fang marks were bleeding on his hand.
"Severus-"
"Give me your other hand," Severus ordered, as he pulled himself into a squatting position.
"Hold on, I think I can get my foot on a rock," Hermione said.
"Don't try-"
"Crap," Hermione breathed, once her foot skid off of the rock and she slid down even further, pulling him with her.
"Hermione-"
"I'm slipping," she gasped, the edge of the cliff making it hard for her to breathe.
"Don't let go."
"I don't want you coming with-"
"Hermione, don't let go!" He said, as he started to get dragged closer to the edge. "We're going to try again."
"Severus, no. I can't," she said, trying to swing her legs closer to a rock, which wasn't helping their slipping any. "I'll just pull you down."
"Try. On the count of three. One…two…three," he said, as Hermione tried reaching for his hand, only to pull him off of the cliff with her instead.
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