To All My Amazing Reviewers: Hey, guys, thanks so much 4 reviewing! I didn't realize Harry Potter was so popular with Hannah Montana, since this is my most reviewed story. To those wondering: I didn't pair Ron with Hermione because I wanted a little difference in the story. Everyone expects them to be together, and I wanted to be different. Hermione will find someone I'm sure. I just don't know who yet.
I kept shrieking and running around the bench, flapping my arms. I probably looked a little mentally challenged there for a second, but I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My cell phone didn't work, and even if it did, I doubt that 911 can make it to a hidden island containing a wizardry and witchcraft school. I decided that I should stop running around like a total idiot and go by the water to try and pull the boys out. Neither of them was fighting. They were just lying in the murky, green water, backs pressed against the grainy sand, shivering. They were probably developing a case of hypothermia! I had to lift them out! I had arms strengthened from years (about) of mike holding and dancing. I could do it. I grabbed one of their arms (I didn't know whose, since both of their skin tones changed to super pale) and located the other. I pulled both of them gingerly (not by their hands in case I should damage their wrist), and Ron's body surfaced. There wasn't much I could do to warm him at the current time, so I set him aside and felt around for Harry's arms. Unfortunately, the second I located one, I jostled it and (since Harry's body was unluckily perched on a "sand dune") Harry plunged down deeper in the water. In case you don't understand where they were, I'll tell you; they were on top of this sand dune and their faces were pretty much covered except for their noses showed slightly, so they could breathe. I couldn't see their faces, but I knew they were there, if that makes sense. And since Harry just fell off of the sand dune, if he wasn't rescued quickly, he'd become unconscious and shortly afterwards, dead. The Boy Who Lived, killed by mere water…okay, so that meant nothing to me. I didn't know who this Voldemort person was, or what I was up against. All I knew is that I had to rescue Harry! And quick!
I stripped off my robe until I was just wearing a measly undershirt and some boxer shorts (the girl type that are short and stuff). A/N: I don't know what they wear underneath Hogwarts robes, so I just put this. I'm pretty sure they were an undershirt with the Hogwarts logo or something, but I'm not so sure what they wear waist below. I quickly checked to see if Ron was staring. He wasn't. He was sleeping. Whatever, I guess it made sense. I collected my hair and gathered it into a high ponytail. I used my spare holder to fasten and secure it. Deep breath, Miley, I thought. 1, 2, 3, JUMP!
I dove heroically into the water. Don't worry, I jumped far enough that I didn't hit the sand dune (or are those called sand bars?). I couldn't see much because the filmy water blocked a couple of my senses. I guess that was a bad thing, and a good thing; bad because I couldn't find my target, but good because I couldn't see the fish or algae that were most likely gathering around me (ew x 3,000!). After a second of feeling, I touched skin. I immediately groped around for a limb I could pull. I found his arms (luckily) and yanked roughly on them. Hopefully I didn't break anything. I planted my feet in the sand momentarily and then shot up, Harry in tow. I reached the surface and greedily gulped fresh oxygen. I pulled Harry up, who was still slightly unconscious from lack of air and the impact of Ron's hit (which was why I had to initially rescue him). He breathed slowly and sputtered.
I knew it was Harry when he looked at me faintly and stated, "I think I need extra CPR." I smiled. For the first time, when I looked into his emerald green and pearly eyes and took in his ragged (but stylish) black hair, I sensed something more than gratitude, friendship, and respect; I think I sensed love.
"I think you do, too," I replied matter-of-factly, leaning in and giving him the best CPR I'd ever given.