Golding, William. Lord of the Flies. New York: The Berkley Publishing Group, 1954.
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By Queen of Serpents
Disclaimer: The story is loosely based on the theme of Lord of the Flies by William Golding. I am fortunate to be able to use the characters of Harry Potter but alas I do not own them.
Author's Note: So another long wait. I’m sorry but honestly this chapter was one of the hardest things to write. I had a good chunk of 6 pages written but I forgot to save a few of those pages. Needless to say, I lost a bunch of my writing and rewriting something you already wrote is hard, especially since you know it won’t get to be as wonderful as the first time.
So I tried and tried and now, here I am with another chapter. It’s nowhere near the quality of my other chapters, and it’s a great deal shorter, but alas I’ve nothing else to do but submit and await your responses. To make up for my delay, I have a special treat in this chapter ;)
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Also thanks to the amazinf DracoGurlFUrever for betaing this chapter!
Chapter Seven: Of Instinct and Irrationality
Harry lifted his head off the sandy beach. His messy black hair was heavy from the sand. He shook it off him and then blinked at his glasses. When he found that he couldn’t see, he took them off and wiped the lenses haphazardly with his shirt, only to have them get dirtier.
His frustration became insurmountable. He kicked the sand, clenched and unclenched his fists and wanted, very dearly, to scream. Rationality, however, laid its gentle but firm hold on him and he decided, instead, to take a walk to calm himself.
He looked towards the mass of wilderness about him, took a deep breath as if to prepare himself for what was to come, and then began the long trek forward.
Pansy ran. She didn’t know where she was running. She even forgot why by the time she even realized she was running. She vaguely remembered a feeling of dread, but she hadn’t a clue whether she was running away from or towards something.
During her irrational sprint, Mrs. Norris was gone. It was only when Pansy got tired and decided to stop to rest her thighs and catch her breath did she realize the cat’s absence. She didn’t remember whether she should have felt disappointment or anger. In fact, she wasn’t able to remember a lot of things.
It grew dark by then. The trees overhead blocked the little light that the purple sky emitted. She could barely see past her nose.
She walked a bit further until she heard some heavy breathing. Had she seen Muggle horror movies, she would have felt scared, but since she hadn’t she was only curious and followed the noise instead of running away from it. She reached a small clearing in the bushes and faintly saw the silhouette of something on the ground.
Feeling oddly daring, she approached it, felt around until her fingers brushed over long hair and then glasses. She heard a groan, and then her fingers crossed over something wet. She had a morbid feeling it was blood. Suddenly the world was spinning. She promptly collapsed and passed out on top of the figure on the ground.
The way in which he shook with rage was both humorous and frightening. He watched them, seething in jealousy. His ears and nose were comically red, but his eyes were so steely and cold that his appearance was menacing. If Hermione saw that look on Ron’s face, she could never have removed the image from her mind. She probably wouldn’t dare to even look at another guy except him.
He watched as Draco left her to speak with his Slytherin friends. He wanted to strangle the blond, or better yet, chop off his lips, tongue, and hands so that he could never touch Hermione again.
But more than being furious with Draco, Ron was furious with Hermione for she had done nothing to stop the blond from kissing and caressing her. When Ron was watching, he had hoped every second that she would kick the slimy bastard in the groin or take out her wand to hex him, but no such thing happened. After he left her standing there against the tree, she did something that surprised Ron and nearly made him lose his balance: she smiled dreamily.
He clenched his fist and stomped off. He had seen enough.
Blaise snapped his fingers at Draco’s face. He did this twice, and twice received no response. He tried to tell him about their search, but Draco didn’t show any reaction. It seemed that the blond was in a trance.
Again he snapped his fingers, this time calling his name with impatience. Finally, Draco sighed, and turned his head to face his friend.
“What the hell is wrong with you? What world were you in?” Blaise finally snapped. “I’ve been trying to tell you—”
“I heard you, Blaise,” Draco interrupted curtly.
“So why didn’t you say a goddamn thing?”
“There’s nothing to say! There’s nothing to listen to! Did you bring Pansy with you? No. Did you find out anything about her? No. So what’s the point?”
“Well, you made no effort to find her yourself!”
“You didn’t get her,” Draco repeated, his teeth clenched.
“It was dark—”
“You had a wand.”
“And if we got lost? How would we get back?”
“You followed her footprints right? So why don’t you follow your own back here?”
“Oh, that’s smart! You try—”
“Oh, will you two shut up!” Millicent yelled. She had been quietly watching the two bicker until they had gotten on her nerves too much. She was able to tell that Draco was in one of his moods. He was too stubborn to give in. It was better if they just left him alone. “Let’s go, Blaise.” She yanked at the boy and nearly dragged him away. “We’ll see you later, Malfoy,” she called over her shoulder.
“Right,” Draco growled.
Sometime after they left, Draco began to feel guilty for speaking so harshly. But how could he have told them that he had been too busy daydreaming to want to listen to how they nearly got lost?
His thoughts went back to Granger. His body tingled all over again.
Not having kissed her then was torture. But it hadn’t been the right time. It had been too early.
…there was always tonight.
He couldn’t control his anger. There was something about the look in Hermione’s eyes after Malfoy left her that made his blood boil. He knew he was jealous. But he was also angry with himself for feeling jealous of Malfoy. And he was also angry with Hermione for allowing this anger and jealousy—this humiliation—to occur.
He needed to talk with Harry. He needed to vent his frustration and he needed someone who would feel the same way so that both of them could do something about Hermione’s waywardness.
The only problem was that Harry was nowhere to be found.
He asked around and looked in every inch of the camp they were now living in, but to no avail.
When he saw Hermione sitting alone on a pink rock at the side of the beach, he approached her. By then, Ron was frantic in his search. Where could have Harry disappeared to?
“Hermione! Have you…” he paused to catch his breath and then looked her straight in the eyes. “Have you seen…”
He stopped and lowered his gaze down to her lips, thinking back at how she might have kissed Malfoy with them. And who knew for how long it had been going on?
“No wait,” he spat. “Why should I ask you? You’re probably too busy with Malfoy to care!”
Hermione frowned. “What are you talking about?” She remembered what had happened a few hours ago and suddenly felt defensive. “You’re the one who was so childish that you took Malfoy’s pants!”
“Well, I didn’t ask you to get them!” He stomped over to her, and stared solidly and coldly into her eyes, whispering between gritted teeth, “Nor did I ask you to kiss him.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. She jumped off the rock while Ron moved back. “We didn’t kiss!” she yelled at him furiously.
“Don’t lie, Hermione.”
“I’m not lying!”
“Wow, Hermione. I never imagined you’d actually lie to my face.” He clenched his fist and stomped away from her, not allowing her to respond.
Hermione looked up at the darkening sky. Another day had passed with no improvement of being rescued. She wanted to cry, but by then she knew the futility of crying and so simply walked ahead into the bushes. At that point, after her fight with Ron, she just wanted to relax and stop caring about anything.
She was unaware when or how she reached a small lagoon hidden at what seemed to be the heart of the island. She saw the water sparkling under the setting sun and found it irresistible.
She stripped herself of her clothes. First her shirt, skirt and then, after hesitating, she decided to get rid of her bra and underwear as well.
There was an odd kind of freedom of standing bare in the dark with just nature around her and nothing else. Hermione sighed in this newfound feeling and entered the lagoon, reveling in the feel of the cool water caressing her bare body.
After so many years, Hermione didn’t feel so free and comfortable as she did at that blissful moment. All these years, there was always something that hindered herself from being alone and just relaxing—school, homework to finish 2 weeks before the due-date, stopping Harry from foolishly running off to save the day and actually end up saving the world with him, the threat of Voldemort, and other vital world-saving things.
Finally, today was the day that she decided she would stop worrying. Even though they were all trapped in an island, Harry and Pansy was missing, and there was no way to leave, there was a sort of soothing feeling that enveloped her. She decided to leave everything to fate and allow herself to do whatever her instincts told her.
Today, she would indulge in herself.
She rested her head on a rock and looked up at the dark sky. There were stars ahead, many of them. She felt as though she was the only person for miles around and, oddly enough, she liked it.
She closed her eyes and listened to the silence.
She was so engrossed in this new feeling that she didn’t notice a visitor who came to share these quiet moments with her. He was staring at her, greedily and hungrily. He couldn’t believe his good fortune at stumbling upon Hermione like this and quickly decided to act before it was too late.
He smirked as his sharp eyes caught sight of her clothes lying at the edge of the lake. He walked behind her so she couldn’t see him as he took her clothes in his arms and then decided to rid her of her misconception that she was alone. He quietly lowered his mouth to her ear, blew in it gently, and said, “Hullo, my pet.”
It was enough to send her spiraling out of her reverie and jumping into the air while turning around to see him.
He tilted his head and winked at her, making her shiver immediately. The shivering led her nipples to become hard, which in turn made her arms wrap themselves tightly around her exposed bosom. She sank deep into the water. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she couldn’t look Draco in the eye from embarrassment.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, looking at the water surrounding her, not wanting to look at him. She just refused to acknowledge that she was actually naked in the water with Malfoy, of all people!
But her voice wasn’t angry, just breathless, and Draco smirked upon listening to her plea. She seemed so vulnerable, and the situation made him tingle with pleasure.
“Watching you, Granger,” he replied.
She immediately snapped her eyes upwards to look at him. She was defiant once again. Draco didn’t know which he liked more, a vulnerable Hermione or a fiery one.
“Well, you could stop watching me and get the hell out of here. I’d like to bathe in privacy.”
“Alright, then. As you wish.” He held her clothes in his arms tightly; she hadn’t noticed that he had them when he greeted her. He began to walk away, counting to five as he did so. He knew she would be screaming at the top of her lungs when she glanced back at him to notice her bra dangling over his shoulder.
And that was precisely what happened.
“MALFOY! Get back here this instant!” She had her arms crossed around her naked chest, her wet, unruly hair was stuck to her forehead, and yet, humorous as the situation was, she would have frightened anyone—except for Draco, of course.
“Your wish is my command.” He winked at her, dropped her clothes onto the floor, and proceeded to rid himself of his pants and unbuttoned shirt as well, while a flabbergasted Hermione looked on wordlessly.
The sun was nearly gone, except for a few golden rays that danced upon his pale skin. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him and she felt her heart flutter. Her mind was still too slow to grasp what was happening; she felt disoriented.
It was only when he joined her in the water that Hermione realized what had happened. She sank lower into the water so that only her eyes and nose showed. He was only a few feet away, but she could feel his presence, drawing her in like a defenseless fish in a net.
She wanted to get away, but she couldn’t get back her clothes—that would mean emerging from the water and she would not, in any case, do that! But she couldn’t stay here with a naked, sexy, wet Draco Malfoy in the very same pool she was bathing in, either!
This had to be a dream, she concluded, or Malfoy’s trick.
“What are you doing?” she asked, horrified. She was shocked. She didn’t know whether to be happy if this turned out to be a dream, or sad.
“You told me to come to you, remember? I think you’re losing it,” he told her smoothly.
How could he be so calm? she thought furiously.
“That doesn’t mean you’ll be stripping and joining me here? Are you insane? Give me back my clothes right now! This is not funny!” She turned her back to him.
“Relax, Hermione. I’m not going to hurt you. Besides, if you want it so badly, I’ll get up and give you back your clothes, okay? Will you feel better then?”
She was shocked by his words. Did Malfoy really mean it? He would just leave…without a fight?
She turned around to look back at him. “Are you serious?’ she asked, bewildered. She searched his face for any clue that would prove to her that he was lying to her or tricking her, but his face was blank, and she couldn’t read his cool, gray eyes, either.
“Sure I am.” He swam closer to her and she turned her back to him quickly in fear and embarrassment. “But, of course, you don’t want me to leave, right?” he breathed in her ear.
She hadn’t even noticed when he had gotten this close to her but as soon as she did, the hairs on her neck stood on end. Her whole body was shivering, tingling, all the way down to her toes. She closed her eyes and drew her arms around her tighter.
“Relax,” he told her, his lips grazing over her earlobe. He put a hand on her waist, his palm flat against her skin. She gasped at the sensation while he pulled her closer to him. She moaned as she felt his cool, moist lips on her neck. It felt better than it had done earlier that day. The water and the solitude heightened her senses and she had never felt more alive.
“Draco, stop it,” she whispered halfheartedly. A voice in her mind was gnawing at her, telling her how wrong their actions were, but another side of her loved the feeling. She loved the solitude, the water, and the pure nature surrounding them. It was just the two of them and nature: the way it should be. Without civilization’s prejudice, rationality, and responsibility.
It was human instinct at its primal state and she was craving more of it …more of him.
But he listened to her words, and immediately distanced himself from her - but not before planting a solid kiss along the side of her mouth that made her lips pine for more.
He rose from the water and stepped onto the muddy ground, picking up his boxers. He put them on and then glanced back at Hermione who was lost in her thoughts. He picked up her clothes and dangled them in front of her face. She looked up and took them silently from his hands, while he turned around so she could put them on in peace.
He was just about to walk away, when he noticed that he had accidentally given Hermione his pants. When he was sure that she was finished putting on her clothes, he turned around to look at her. She was squeezing her hair free of excess water and her clothes were all put on haphazardly. Perhaps her haste to put on her clothes before he turned around had made her put the buttons on all wrong. He couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you laughing about?” she asked curtly, her hands immediately and instinctively resting on her hips.
“Your buttons…they’re all wrong.”
She frowned down at her shirt. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “Well, you didn’t need to laugh about it!” she told him, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Hermione, where are you?”
“Oh no! Someone’s coming!” Hermione looked around frantically, trying to see where the voices were coming from. They were female voices and they were close.
Hermione glanced at a perplexed Draco Malfoy in his boxers. “Malfoy, you need to hide!” Before he even had a chance to ask where, she did what first came into her mind: she pushed him into the water. “And don’t show yourself!” she hissed.
It was just in time, too, for Lavender and Parvati appeared right then.
“Oh, there you are!” Lavender sighed. “We were looking all over for you!”
“What was that noise? It sounded like a splash.” Parvati said suspiciously, furrowing her brows.
“It was my uh…” she looked around, trying to think of what to say next. “My shoe!” she yelled when she noticed she wasn’t wearing one of them.
“Oh,” Parvati said, not completely buying it.
“Oh my god, you’re so wet. And look at those buttons! What have you been doing?” Lavender exclaimed.
“No-nothing.” Hermione stuttered. “Just bathing. I wanted to go somewhere private.”
“Well, if you’re finished come back to camp. Everyone’s looking for you and Malfoy.”
“But why?” Hermione asked, half-listening. She glanced back at the pool for a split second to see if Malfoy could be seen. Parvati frowned at her, but Lavender didn’t notice.
“We don’t know why. We were walking along the beach when Neville told us to look for you because someone found someone or whatever. Everyone’s looking for Malfoy, especially. I guess we should have asked, eh?” Lavender began giggling.
“Okay, guys. I’ll be there in a minute. I’ll just go get my…uh shoe.”
“Alright. But come quick. And if you see Malfoy, tell him to come too.”
“Mhmm,” she said, shooing them away. “I’ll be just back in a second.”
As soon as she was sure that the two of them were gone, she rubbed her forehead and looked down. She tilted her head and frowned at what she saw on the ground. It was Malfoy’s pants. Hermione sighed in relief; thank God Parvati and Lavender were too daft to notice.
She raised her eyes to look back at where Lavender and Parvati were standing just seconds before, and saw a pair of eyes looking right back at her. She froze.
It was Ron.
He looked back at the pants on the ground, then back at her. His blue eyes were dark, almost opaque, and furious with rage. Behind her, Draco, thinking that the girls were gone, raised his head to take a peak. Unfortunately, Ron noticed.
“Nice shoe, Hermione,” he spat. He shot them glares and walked off without another word.
“What was all that about?” Draco asked, walking towards Hermione.
She shrugged, still looking at the spot where Ron had caught them. Draco squeezed her shoulders and she leaned back against him, suddenly feeling very tired.
“We should get back. They said that they had found someone, right?”
Hermione nodded her head in response.
“Maybe it’s Pansy,” he whispered.
They looked at each other, not knowing whether to feel excited. What they were thinking might not be true, and they didn’t want to be heartbroken if it wasn’t.
“Come on, let’s go.” Draco said, tugging her hand.
“Okay, but grab your pants first.” She managed to smile at him, despite the events that had dampened their mood and he did too, albeit reluctantly.
“And you fix those buttons,” he told her, smirking because he had something to hang over her head.
She pouted her lips and frowned at him and then they burst out laughing.
They were laughing because they didn’t know which was more ridiculous: Hermione’s pouting lips and mixed up buttons, or the whole situation from her private bath to Ron’s glares. The whole situation was something that neither of them had ever thought would happen, and now here they were, prejudices aside, talking, kissing, laughing, worrying, and crying together.
It was absurd, unreasonable, ludicrous, crazy…and whatever other similar adjectives there are.
And the even more absurd, unreasonable, ludicrous, crazy thing was that the two of them didn’t mind at all.
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