Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Draco/Hermione
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 686
Notes:
30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 9 - Injury/Illness
Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Absol - Platinum - Incorporate a natural disaster.
Greek Mythology Category Competition: Phoenix - Write about someone escaping death.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Ancient Runes - Write about a character doing anything in their power to stop a disaster from happening. This disaster can be anything (and can be an exaggerated 'disaster' as well).
Draco trudged through the forest. He couldn't believe he allowed Harry and Hermione to convince him that camping would be fun.
He remembered how they convinced him. It required lots of tongue, lips, and touching.
"Those two really don't fight fair," he grumbled.
He doubted they had fun when they were searching for Horcruxes—and that had been camping—so why would this time be any better? Of course, this time they weren't hiding from Death Eaters or Snatchers, so Draco guessed it was a little better.
And now Harry and Hermione sent him to look for firewood. He rolled his eyes. Why couldn't they light fire with magic anyways? It would be so much easier.
Hermione's voice reverberated in his head. 'Let's do things the Muggle way. Just this one weekend. Please, Draco?' And then she pouted and gave him the puppy dog eyes, and he gave in.
Hermione really had him wrapped around her little finger.
Suddenly, a shout of terror sounded. It was a girl's voice, and his first thought was Hermione was in danger.
He ran, and when he arrived, he gulped at the sight of the wildfire. His eyes scanned the area, and he saw a man with a young girl, probably no older than 10.
"Daddy!" the girl screamed, tears running down her cheeks.
Draco wondered why there were just staying there as the fire got closer to them, but that was when Draco saw it. The man was trapped, a fallen tree on top of his lower body.
"Abby, run!" the man yelled.
Abby furiously shook her head.
Draco ran to them. He got on the other side of the tree and tried to push it off of the father with no luck. He looked at the two and saw they were distracted. He discretely took out his wand and aimed it at the tree. He muttered the charm that made the tree feather light and moved it with no effort.
He knelt next to the man who looked at him with wide eyes.
"How did you—"
"Can you run?" Draco interrupted.
The man tried to stand up, but he couldn't make his legs work. "I think my legs are broken."
Draco saw the fire even closer to them. He grabbed the man and helped him up. "Lean on me. Abby, stay with us," Draco ordered, and they hobbled away from the closing-in fire as quick as possible.
Draco knew without magic, the fire would get them. He knew he had to break the statue of secrecy if he wanted to save all of their lives.
He stopped and lightly pushed the man so he was forced to sit on the ground.
"What are you doing?" the man yelled as Abby clung to her father.
Draco didn't answer as he faced the fire. He took out his wand and with a deep breath, he internally built up his magic for an immense, powerful jet. He pointed his wand at the fire and shouted, "Aqua Eructo!"
The jet was powerful, but it didn't seem to be enough. No matter how much the water fought off the fire, the flame was just too much for him to battle alone.
"Aqua Eructo!" Two voices shouted, and he recognized the sound of his lovers.
He sighed in relief. He now knew everything would be okay. As long as Harry and Hermione were here, fate wouldn't dare mess with them.
With the three of them combining their magic, the fire was slowly extinguished.
When they were sure it was safe, the ended the spell and lowered their wands.
"I almost died," Draco muttered. He turned accusing eyes onto Harry and Hermione. "And it's your fault because you two wanted to go camping. I told you no good would come from this weekend, but did anyone listen to me? No. Of course not. What do I know?"
Harry motioned behind him, and Draco winced, remembering he broke the statue of secrecy. He faced the father and daughter. "So..."
"So..." the man echoed.
Hermione stepped forever, the always-composed one. "We have some explaining to do."
