A/N- Okay, so Ginny/Blaise Harry/Luna won by a lot. Like, fifteen I think. I stopped keeping track when I started writing the chapter. I have the couples chosen, and they are NOT necessarily the ships that won. Let me put it this way- by the end of the fic, you might be surprised. Might. No promises.

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Enjoy this chapter! Sorry it's later than usual. Expect that now, for many reasons. (PS- Didn't read through this chapter before posting, sorry.)

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"Hermione, I'm hungry," Harry and Ron were laying on the dirt floor of the forest, complaining loudly about the lack of glucose currently in their systems.

Hermione, however, wasn't paying them a bit of attention- she was contemplating to herself when she and Malfoy had ever hinted at even slightly liking each other. The viewers' reasoning had to have come from somewhere, but she couldn't find the exact location.

Maybe they just thought they looked good together… But they didn't- did they? Or maybe it was something along the lines of 'There's a thin line between love and hate'. Hermione couldn't deny that, there certainly was- just look at Ginny and Malfoy.

And what was with that? They made an awful couple, in Hermione's opinion. Harry and Ginny, or even Blaise and Ginny, made a much better couple. She just wasn't right for Draco, he needed someone… different. Not saying that that person was her! It could be… Pansy… or Luna… oh, who was she kidding? No one else on this island besides her seemed fit to be with Draco. She was screwed.

"Argh!" Hermione pounded a fist onto the log in front of her in anger. Harry and Ron looked bewildered.

"Okay, if you didn't want to get us any food, all you had to do was say so," Harry said.

Hermione suddenly became aware of her surroundings. "Oh, sorry, it's just-"

She was interrupted by the rustling of bushes around them, and out stepped Ginny and Draco, hand-in-hand.

"Hallelujah!" Ron exclaimed, ignoring even Draco for his need of calories. "Ginny, I need food."

Ginny responded by giving her own slightly flatter stomach a glance. "Speaking of food, I haven't had any today either." She looked around, then an idea struck her. She gave Draco a simpering look. "Draco? Could you get us some food?"

Draco sent her a little glare. "I suppose so." He made to leave, but before he did, he leaned down to her and whispered. "You are so milking this relationship thing."

Once he was gone, Ginny sat down with the others. It was the first time the four of them had been alone since she had begun 'dating' Draco. And it was awkward.

Ron was angry, quite obviously. He had called Ginny a traitor many times, and now his ears were tinted pink. That was always a sign of incoming anger.

Harry was avoiding making all eye contact, trying to conceal his very obvious jealousy. Every couple seconds he would look at her for just a second with an expression of slight longing and even apology.

Hermione was looking everywhere but at the three of them, finding the air of the whole situation quite awkward. For some reason, she felt sympathy towards Harry, like she could almost relate to him.

Ginny was looking at her feet. She was sorry for the fact she had to fake it and make all her friends angry, but she really thought they should let it go. After all, they would have to accept it when Hermione and Draco began dating for real. (And she was sticking to it that they would fall in love eventually.)

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"So, Miss Parkinson," Jeff shifted on his rock and sifted through his collection of questions. "How are you doing today?"

Pansy pursed her lips and nodded. "Fine."

"Are you… sure?" Pansy looked less than fine: her hair was wet and tangled, her clothes were damp and rather dirty, and her shoes weren't matching.

"I'm fine!" she snapped. "I just had trouble finding my way back to my shelter."

"Okay then," Jeff said. "Onto your questions! Number one- how are you liking the island so far?"

"I don't."

"Okay… then why did you come?"

"I have my reasons."

"Alright then, next question. What do you think of Draco and Ginny?"

Pansy laughed. "Oh, come now. That's fake."

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "It is?"

"Of course! It's obvious that Draco is interested in me."

Carl gave Jeff a look that clearly said: This woman is crazy.

"So then you're not a supporter of Draco and Hermione?"

Pansy nearly fell off her rock. "Of course not! That's insane!"

"Many people would with argue you on that."

Pansy's eyes narrowed. "So Granger's interested in him?"

Jeff shrugged. "She denies it."

"Good… good."

Carl was now shaking his head. Jeff moved on to the next question. "Where do you work, Pansy?"

Pansy looked appalled. "I don't."

"You don't?"

"I inherited a lot of money."

"So did Draco…"

Pansy waved her hand dismissively. "He likes to waste his life like that. Psh. Jobs…"

"Uh-huh. What do you like to do?"

"Shop."

"Of course," he said under his breath. "And what makes you think you and Draco belong together?"

"Well, we would have a lot of money, it would be smart for our images, and our kids would be adorable." Pansy listed.

Jeff blinked. Was she really as shallow as she sounded? "Well Pansy, it was nice talking to you."

"I'm sure it was."

Carl snorted, then covered it up with a cough.

"Bye."

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Draco returned with a couple scratches decorating his arms and a large dead bird in his hand. Ron and Harry looked ready to actually thank him.

"What's that?" Hermione asked reproachfully.

"A bird." Draco said simply.

"And what are we going to do with it?"

"Eat it." Harry said.

"Oh no- don't tell me you're going to go all spew on us," said Ron.

"No, I'm not, I just don't know if it's safe to eat."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid, Granger-" Ron gave a little cough here, "-I checked. I know charms for these sorts of things."

"You mean ones similar to the charms you used to catch the bird the first place? Because I think we all know you couldn't have done it by yourself."

"Shut it Granger, and conjure up a fire."

Ginny stood up. "Here." She gathered up a couple skinny logs and took out her wand. "Incendio." Tongues of flame slithered out of her wand and lit the logs on fire.

"There better not be any cameras," Hermione said. "Because I really don't want to have to do any memory charms again."

"Lighten up, Hermione." Ron said as his mouth watered over the smell of cooking meat.

They plucked the bird and had it cooking when the bushes began to rustle again and Cindy stepped into scene. "I need Ginn- what are you doing?"

The others panicked slightly. Hermione stepped in front of the fire. "We're… cooking. Food."

Draco nearly slapped his forehead in exasperation. "I caught a bird," he clarified. "And we're cooking it."

Cindy raised an eyebrow. "You caught a bird."

"Yes! I'm not some rich boy who can't fend for himself." At this, Ron snorted again, to which Draco glared.

"Well, I guess that's great," Cindy gave the fire a suspicious glance, but didn't say anything. "I came here, however, to remind Miss Weasley that she was supposed to show up at the Clearing for her Confession Session five minutes ago."

Ginny jumped up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"It's alright," Cindy said. "Just follow me."

Once they left, Ron let out a 'phew' noise. "She bought it!"

"Although she did look skeptical about the fire," Hermione said.

"Who said we can't make a fire? Muggles do it all the time," said Harry as he turned the bird on the stake.

"But we aren't Muggles, Potter." Draco leaned on a log on the ground and sighed.

Something then clicked in Ron's mind. "Hey- I haven't gotten around to talking to you yet," He walked up to Draco. "If you even dare-"

"-hurt Ginny in any way, you'll hex me into the next century and beyond." Draco finished in a bored voice.

"N-bu-yeah, pretty much," Ron said. He looked at Harry as if asking him if there was anything else they needed to threaten Draco about.

Harry shrugged. "Treat her well, Malfoy. Or it's us you have to answer to." His tone wasn't very threatening, however.

For a moment, Draco felt bad for him. He looked genuinely depressed about Ginny. Then he snapped out of it- they would end up together in the end… hopefully.

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"Hello Miss Weasley," Cindy said, picking out Ginny's question sheet. "Welcome…"

"Hi."

"Okay, first question: How are you liking the island?"

Ginny shrugged. "It's not that bad."

"Good, good. Um… where do you work?"

"I'm a professional…" she thought for a moment. What was that Muggle sport Harry had told her about? "busketball player."

Busketball? "You mean basketball?" Cindy asked.

Ginny turned a bit red. "That's… what I said."

"Right… Question number three, then. What do you see in Draco?"

Ginny wasn't expecting this. "Well… he's nice enough. Very funny. And he looks nice."

"Okay…" Cindy said. "Do you think that's enough to base a relationship off of?"

"We're doing it, aren't we?"

"It's been two days."

"And something just tells me it will last."

Cindy shrugged. "Question number four: How does he compare to Harry?"

Ginny froze. "No comment."

"Why not?"

"You can't question me on something I didn't say."

"Fine- you're friends with Hermione?"

"Yes."

"Good friends?"

"Yes."

"What if she stole Draco from you?"

"Is she going to? Did she tell you that?" Ginny said, a little more excitedly than she should have.

"Well no, but-"

"I think that if anyone deserves Draco besides me, it would be Hermione."

"Oh."

"Yup."

"Do you get along with your twin?"

"My t- oh, Ron. We get along well enough."

"Is he happy about Draco?"

"Of course not."

"That's rather expected. Does he like Blaise, though?"

"I don't know, actually. They don't really talk much. Although I expect he'd like him more than Mal-Draco."

"Ah… okay then. Thank you Ginny."

"See you." Ginny got up and left.

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"What's that smell?" Blaise asked, jumping over a large tree root. Luna followed behind him. "It's burning."

"Then it's fire," Luna said. The two of them had met up after their Sessions and had been trying to find the others.

"How did they make a fire? There's no way five wizards could make a fire."

"Magic." Luna said in an obvious voice.

Blaise turned a little red. "Right."

"I wonder if they're cooking. I'm hungry."

At this, Blaise had a little urge to find food. He shook it off. "Let's hope so- I'm hungry as well."

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Pansy shook off the spiderweb with a shriek, then jumped in the air. Stupid forest and its stupid creatures. She was really beginning to regret coming on this island, especially if Weasley already got Draco and Granger might be trying to get him as well.

But wasn't Weasley checking her out? Maybe she could just settle for him…

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The four had finished cooking the bird, and were now cutting it with Hermione's pocket knife, when she remembered something.

"So Malfoy… I just wanted to thank you for trying to save me. Key word- trying. Even though I really didn't need it."

Draco looked sour. "You're not going to let that go, are you? It's like the ferret thing all over again."

Hermione ignored him, continuing on. "And did you hear about that 47 percent of a certain group of people who think-"

"You can stop talking now."

"-oh, I'm not done. They think we like each other."

Ron and Harry stopped cutting the bird and gaped. "What?"

"And you know… they must get those ideas from somewhere. So I was just wondering… what have you been doing?"

Draco stood up. "What have I been doing? I was going to ask the same thing about you."

"Where would they get the idea we like each other from me? There must be something you've been doing. Or saying."

"I'm dating Weas- Ginny! I couldn't be showing any interest in you," Draco said, looking smug.

Ron stepped in. "Hermione doesn't like you. She never has. She never will. My sister is the only traitor- we are keeping Hermione pure."

Draco snorted. "Tell that to 47 percent of Survive This viewers."

Just as Harry was going to retort when the bushes began to rustle for the second time, and out stepped Blaise and Luna.

"I knew you were cooking something!" Blaise said, grabbing the discarded pocketknife and picking himself a piece of bird.

Luna counted heads. "Wait- where's Pansy?"

Draco shrugged, attacking the bird as well. "I thought she was with you."

"We thought she was with you." Blaise said.

"Oh well," Harry shrugged. "Does anyone want to get her?"

"No." Hermione said.

"No… I'm vegetarian, I need to find something I can eat," Luna said.

"I'm eating. Don't get between me and my food," said Blaise.

"If I 'rescue' her, it'll give her ideas," Draco looked scared at the mere thought.

Everyone looked at Ron.

"Fine…" he grumbled. "Just let me finish this piece."

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A/N- Wow this chapter was supposed to go much farther, but the whole bird thing came out, so I went with it. (Does that happen to anyone else? Like you have a plan, but your characters say things that lead to actions that take the plot into random places? Tell me if that happens to you.)

So like I said, I now have my couples planned out. And things can change at any time on an island. :)

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