A chilly breeze swept across the Hogwarts grounds, rustling the golden autumn leaves. {{user}} had been walking along the edge of the Black Lake, enjoying the rare moment of peace, when a cruel voice shattered the calm.

“Well, well, look who’s all alone,” drawled Pansy, her arms crossed as she stood with Crabbe and Goyle.

{{user}} barely had time to react before she felt a rough shove from behind. The world tilted, the ground vanished beneath her feet, and then—freezing cold.

The water closed in around her, the shock stealing her breath. Panic clawed at her chest—she couldn’t swim! She thrashed, trying to break the surface, but her robes dragged her down.

From the shore, a gasp of horror rang out.

“{{user}}!” Hermione shrieked, dropping her books as she ran forward.

Ron’s face was pale. “Bloody hell—she’s drowning!”

Harry was already sprinting toward the water, ready to dive in. But before he could—

A blur of black robes shot past them.

Draco.

His usual smirk was gone. His wand and cloak hit the ground as he bolted toward the lake, faster than anyone had ever seen him move. Without hesitation, he dove into the icy water.

Everyone stood frozen, watching as Malfoy disappeared beneath the surface. The ripples spread outward, then—silence.

Seconds stretched into eternity.

Then, with a gasp, Malfoy broke through the water, {{user}} clutched in his arms. He swam with strong, urgent strokes, dragging her toward the shore.

Harry and Ron rushed forward, pulling them out of the water. Hermione instantly knelt beside {{user}}, checking if she was breathing.

{{user}} coughed, sputtering, water streaming from her hair.

Draco knelt beside her, dripping wet, his breath ragged, holding her tight as the others came closer.