Disclaimer:  I still don't own any of these characters, and not even really the situation they are in.  The credit must still go to JK Rowling and he-whose-name-I-cannot-remember. Bastards.

A/N.  Ah, the joy of being able to type on a computer again (Even if it is a crappy school one).  This will be a short note, just to thank you all for the reviews, they are much appreciated.  I will now continue with the chapter that I like to call 'Stuff's Going On', mainly because that is the title.

As Crabbe lugged Harry onto the ship that had risen out of the lake, Goyle went and spoke in an undertone (if only he knew what an undertone was) to Snape.

'I just don't think it's right, killing an innocent Gryffindor.'

'Am I going mad, or did the word think escape your lips?  You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic mass of no-good Slytherinism.  You lamentably besmirch your house's good name,' sneered Snape,  'I have hired you to help me start a bitter rivalry.  It's a difficult business, with a long and prestigious history.'

'Sorry, Professor.  What are you doing now?' Goyle asked, as he watched Snape tearing up a cloak, attaching a bit to Buckbeak and sending him soaring towards the castle with a sharp slap on the hippogriff's hindquarters.

'The fabric I just tore was the uniform of a seventh year Durmstrang student.  When Lucius sees it, he will assume that Karkaroff has abducted his fiancé.  He will declare a bitter rivalry, and they will all kill each other at Quidditch matches and the Triwizard Tournament.  It's all very exciting.'

'I agree with Goyle,' remarked Blaise, attempting to leap nimbly onto the ship, tripping over a rope, and ending up in a rather undignified heap on the deck.

'Oh, the truant has spoken!  When I found you, you were hiding in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, trying to avoid McGonagall, because you hadn't done your Transfiguration homework! I saved you!  And YOU,' turning on Crabbe and Goyle, he advanced on them menacingly.  'Do you want me to send you back to where you were?  Getting 'T's in Potions?'

'No, we're sorry, Professor.' the three chorused.

'Good.  Now, let's go to Durmstrang, so we can kill Potter and leave his body outside the school in a grave shallow enough for Lucius to find it.'  With this, Snape stalked off, leaving the three students gaping after him.

'That Snape, he can fuss' whispered Blaise.

'Fuss, fuss, why the ship, why can't we take the bus?' replied Goyle.

'Probably he means no HARM.'

'He's very, very short on…charm!'

'Ah, you have a great gift for rhyme.'

'Yes, yes, some of the time.'  They grinned at each other, then winced when Snape's voice reached them.

'STOP THAT!'

'Hey, Greg, are there rocks ahead?'

'If there are, we'll all be dead!'

'No more rhymes now, I mean it!' shrieked Snape, definitely losing his cool by now.

Goyle couldn't resist getting in the last word,  'Anybody want a Bertie Botts every flavour peanut?'

'GAH!!!!!'

Later that night, the ship was approaching the foreboding looking cliffs, at the tops of which stood Durmstrang Institute.

'Look!!' shrieked Snape, obviously still not quite over the rhyming incident, which had resulted in him banging his head repeatedly against the mast, with Blaise, Greg and Vince looking on in amusement.  Harry had only woken up three hours later, and was now sitting propped against the mast, quite obviously sulking.  'The Cliffs of Peculiarity!!!'

Blaise, who was doing his best to look cool and nonchalant, was swinging his leg back and forth, while lounging at the back of the ship.

'Er, Professor, is it possible that someone is following us?'

'No.  It is inconceivable.  No one at Durmstrang knows what we've done, and no one from Hogwarts could have gotten here so fast.  Plus, this ship is under a "You won't notice us unless you know we're here, so hahaha"  spell.  Out of idle curiosity, why do you ask?'

'Well, I just happened to look behind us, and it seems that someone is there.'

'Inconceivable!'

Sure enough, to Snape's amazement and perplexity, there was a ship following them, and on board that ship was a man dressed all in pink leather, including a rather fetching pink mask, which may well have been scented with lavender.  It looked that sort of mask.