Author name: Hannah Davenport
Fic Title: Almost Drowning
Summary: Draco no longer wants to live.
But someone interferes with his plans. Sort-of-angsty-fluff.
Rating: PG
The day was dark and cloudy. Rain began to fall as I walked out onto my homemade diving board that was positioned over the lake. I was thinking. Of what? I could only begin to describe the thoughts that flooded my brain as I stood above the steely water, gazing into its somewhat-transparent depths. I did not know how to swim. Of course, I wasn't entirely sure that was a disadvantage.
What would I lose if I jumped? Life, as I was over the center of the lake. Other than that, I could think of nothing that would make me regret falling into the water.
Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me. Guess I'll...
What would I gain? Now there was a question that I could answer with more detail. Lucius wouldn't hit me. Narcissa wouldn't neglect - and yet, perfect - me. I wouldn't be known as Draco Malfoy: Harry Potter's antagonist. I wouldn't be known as a future Death Eater. I wouldn't have to put up with incompetent people like Goyle and Crabbe and Pansy... Nothing would be expected of me. I would not lie in everyone else's shadow. I would not be forced to strive for utter perfection. I would be free. At last. These words had more meaning to me than to anyone else in the world. Even in the most controlled household of the most dominated country, the lowliest slave would not worship these words as I had done every day for the past seven years. I prayed to them, asked for some sort of sliver of hope every day of every week, and every week of every month; etcetera. I had a fortune to gain and a burden to be free of. For life was a burden.
I jumped.
The water was ice cold, and my immediate instinct was to kick my legs furiously until I had propelled myself towards the lovely air that awaited me, should I choose to save my life. I denied myself that heroism, and I sank. Slowly, but steadily, I sank like a rock tied to a ten-ton metal chain. My eyes closed. I knew I was dead. And it would have been the last thought I had ever thought. It would have been... But someone had my wrist. Someone with an extremely delicate-feeling hand. And I felt myself suddenly being pulled upward. I was dragged onto the hard ground as rain rapidly turned it to mud. As if from several hundred miles away, I felt someone open my mouth. Warmth and air ensued as the person began to resuscitate me. After what I assumed to be hours, I could feel whoever it was pumping my stomach, and then breathing into my mouth. Pumping. Breathing. Pumping. Breathing. I coughed up at least a cup of water, and slowly opened my eyes. I had to be delusional. Because you didn't just see people who looked like the one I was seeing. Her soaked robes clung to her tightly, as did her flaming red hair - which was dripping all over the place, as it was long. Her eyes were wide with fear or some other becoming emotion, and they were a lovely, light-brown color. Freckles were spread across her face, and her lips were pinched together in worry, giving off the appearance that she cared whether or not I was dead.
"You're an idiot, did you know that?" she said quietly, looking at me very intently.
I realized who it was almost immediately. "Weasley?" I managed to sputter, my voice seemingly as wet as my body.
"You are a blasted idiot. You just... Ugh!" she sighed in exasperation, wiping her drenched hair from her face.
I would have smirked, and said something witty, like "Then why did you save me?" - but, alas, I was much too exhausted for such attitude. I decided upon: "Why did you pull me out? Trying to impress Potter, no doubt..." This, however, was not as wise as the former. As she punched me, I concluded that being ungrateful when the person who did you a "favor" is frustrated, is not exactly the best choice. Unless you're aiming for serious brain-damage.
"I. Pulled. You. Out. Because. You. Were. DROWNING. You. Thick. Idiot." she growled through clenched teeth, which I found to be very attractive. Loss of brain cells can confuse you a bit. I didn't say anything for the vague fear of being hit again. After thinking somewhat damply, I made a quick movement: I sat up, which made me tremendously dizzy, and I looked right into those eyes (those wonderful, heavenly eyes! - erm...). Her expression softened almost instantly.
The rain continued to pour down in a floodlike way. "You're not thick," she said quietly, looking away. "I'm sorry... You're not thick..."
"Er... Thanks..." I replied thickly (because she was right, blast it, and I decided she had no reason to apologize in the first place).
She turned to look at me once again, but she leaned closer this time. Slowly, she pressed her lips against mine, and placed her hands on my shoulders. My arms went around her waist as she kissed me - which was, I must admit, a first - as though there were absolutely nothing wrong with the fact that we were kissing, as though there was nothing wrong with me, and as though she meant every bit of what she was doing. I was very glad I had not gone to eat worms. Or to be eaten by them.
A/N: I do not own the worms song, or the Harry Potter characters. Heh... Draco/Ginny fluff! I might write a companion from Ginny POV... Might... Fluff is fun :)
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