Sorry for the one-day delay :D Somebody got married~ You know, when I was a junior, and some 'populars' tried to bring me down, I ignored them. I was a 'nerd', you see, and they don't like nerds to be somehow well-known. Now that I'm a senior, they respect me. (Not that I'm not a nerd anymore... I'm just a sociable nerd.)
Point is, you can't make everybody happy. *shrugs* I'm just doing what I like *peace out*
Disclaimer: I'm a walker that eats awesome authors' brains.

"So, are we all here?" Jason said, taking command once he saw Draco appear, wearing a black sweater and slacks, not to mention a scowl, even though it must be seventy degrees outside. Clarisse snickered upon his arrival, "Did you have enough beauty sleep, Princess?"

Draco's left eye twitched. He wanted nothing better than to glare at her and ask her to piss off, but she was a girl, and he had his principles. And one of his principles was to never treat a girl badly unless she was Granger. Low, but at least he had them. So instead of doing something that would definitely result in her respecting him, fear him even, he gave her his killer smile, guaranteed to make any girl swoon. Again, any girl except for Granger. And Chase, perhaps.

"Not really, I spent most of it thinking of you," he answered smoothly. But instead of the usual signs that shows a girl was affected, i.e. tinge of blush across cheeks, widening of eyes, quickening of breath, Clarisse merely snorted and turned her attention away from him.

Draco was flabbergasted. He shook his head, unbelieving. What was happening to him? Was he losing his touch? He tried again.

He inched closer to her, and casually placed his arm around her shoulders. He lowered his lips to near her ear. He felt her still, and he suppressed a smirk. Score. "So I heard that there're only five rooms in that pathetic excuse of a ship. I suppose... that we have to share one?" At his last sentence, she shuddered. He smirked. The Slytherin Prince is back! He leaned closer, waiting for a sigh of acceptance, but then she suddenly pried away from him. What the-?

Clarisse's face was a mask of disgust. "No, thanks," she rejected him scathingly, and put a large amount of distance in between them. He gaped at her. What, was every girl at this place immune to him?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chase conversing with the pretty girl he noticed last night. She looked young, two years younger than him, maybe. He strutted his way to them.

"Hello there, I don't believe we've met officially," he said, putting on a dazzling smile for the girl in front of him. He made sure that he blocked Chase and obstructed her view. The fact that she woke him up in the middle of his nightmare- one that has plagued him for days and left him screaming awake, making him thankful that he had placed a silence charm before he went to sleep- it was degrading. Him, a Malfoy, discovered at his most vulnerable state by Chase, a mudblood.

He cursed himself for forgetting to cast the silence charm the night before. And to think it was because he was up for hours mulling over her, without any conscious reason. It's not that he was embarrassed- more like it was disrespectful for her to barge in his personal space like that. That must be the reason why. Yes, she didn't deserve to be in his presence. However, he has to mind his manners in front of this pretty girl. It seems like Chase would be joining Granger for girls he could treat badly.

"The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And you are?" He smiled seductively, offering his hand.

She placed hers in his, smiling warmly. He bowed and kissed her hand. "Piper Mc-" she paused, as if contemplating, then decided-he didn't know what, and said, "Piper McLean. Pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, the pleasure's all mine," he said, gazing intently at her blue eyes. Blue? He could've sworn last night it was green...

"Is Piper here?" he faintly heard- what was his name Mason? Tyson?- call for her.

She snatched her hand away, and said, "I'm here, Jason." Jason. Right, that's it. Wait. Did she just pulled away from his grasp? Him, Draco Malfoy? Blimey, he really was losing his touch. Deciding that it was pointless to continue his futile attempts at making a girl who's younger than him by two years- give or take a year-he walked away, blood boiling, and for the first time in his life, ashamed.
...

Annabeth stifled her laugh as she watched Draco storming away. She could practically see through him, desperate for a girl to fall over his feet. She guessed that he really was desperate and unused to this, because she saw him make his way to Hermione, who, when Draco tried to be what she guessed was alluring, punched him on his nose.

She couldn't help the bubbles of laughter that escaped her lips then. Other campers looked at her curiously, but she didn't stop when Draco moved on to the redhead and earned a stomp on his left foot.

Piper looked at her amusedly. "What's so funny?"

"It- it's just-" Annabeth tried to answer with tears escaping her eyes as she clutched her gut. After a few giggles, she simply said, "A womaniser's failure."
...

Draco cursed all the way from the moment his nose got broken by the mudblood and his left foot incapacitated (limping, to be exact) by the weaselette, until the moment he boarded the ship.

He ignored the crazy horse's warnings and orders and focused on his handicaps instead. Bloody Granger just had to hit the same spot that she hit three years ago, and although he had healed it as best as he could, it was still different, considering it has been attacked twice.

And that weaselette was more violent than his brother! He had a bruise! A large, bludger-sized bruise! Alright, fine, it was slightly larger than the snitch, he supposed, but still. Are all Gryffindors this violent? Only the women, most likely.

He muttered colourful profanities as he limped his way to a room, and finding that all were occupied except for one, he walked into it... and slipped.

He groaned a second after the back of his head connected with the floor. His eyes shot open as he heard sniggers... only to be drenched with a bucket full of freezing water. Draco spluttered and coughed, trying to get up and acquaint his fist with his attacker... until he was pelted with eggs. And covered with feathers.

His mother has always advised him that if he felt his murderous temper rising, he should take deep breaths while counting one to ten.

"One... Two... Thr-"

He heard what suspiciously sounded like Colin Creevey's camera taking a picture. He snapped.
...

Annabeth was reading one of Shakespeare's plays, A Midsummer's Night Dream, when she heard the screaming. It was a scream of pure terror, and Annabeth shot up from her bed, rushing to the scene, wondering wildly if the ship had already been attacked so soon.

What she witnessed instead was Travis and Connor running away from a furious, feather-covered person.

She saw Leo, Piper, and the others laughing, except Jason, but his mouth was twitching, itching for a smile. She realised that Draco was the butt of the brothers' pranks this time, and she felt her grin spreading on her face.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU MAKE A MONKEY OUT OF ME-" he roared, circling the dining table, chasing after them.

"We didn't make a monkey out of you- we made a chicken!" Travis hooted, and Connor made clucking sounds. Too late, Annabeth realised that he had taken out his wand, and shouted a spell. A second later, a frog replaced the spot where Connor had stood.

Travis looked at his brother in horror. He dropped to his feet and shook the bewildered frog, screaming, "Connor! Speak to me! Are you ok?"

"Croak."

"Connor!" he wailed in anguish.

At his side, Draco sniffed, and said, "Serves him right. Better be thankful that he's not a ferret." He tucked away his wand, brushing at the feathers that still stuck to his clothes.

Annabeth stomped over to him and demanded, "Change him back."

"Why should I?" He demanded right back.

In one swift motion, she saw Hermione point her wand towards Draco. "Because if you don't, then I'll change you back into your animal form...ferret," she replied. Harry, Ron and Ginny sniggered. Wait... did she say 'back'?

Draco paled a little, but said, "If you want him back so badly, then do it yourself, mudblood. Or is it because you can't?"

Hermione flinched, but said, "I could change him back just fine. But I want you to do it. Or is it because you can't?" She threw his question back at him.

He leered at her, but pointed his wand to Connor and murmured a spell. A moment later, the frog in Travis's hands changed to Connor, sitting on his brother's hands as a result. "Get off me!" Travis snapped back from his distressed state.

"Much better," Hermione stated, and then added, "Maybe I should threaten you more often, ferret, and perhaps it would teach you some manners."

"In your dreams," he growled, pushed her wand from his face, and stormed off.

After a moment of silence save Connor's cries of relief, Jason clicked his tongue, and said, "That went well."

Draco grimaced at the amout of feathers and egg yolk covering him. He should have known that something was up when Chase demanded that he stayed in those two brothers' room. In fact... he turned and locked the door, casting a protective charm for good measure. That'll teach them for messing with a Malfoy. They could sleep on the floor tonight.

He sighed, and muttered a Scourgify. His clothes became free of egg yolk, feathers and other unnecessities, but he still felt... sticky. He groaned and started for the shower.

After cleaning himself, he got dressed in a cleaner but same pair of his previous clothes, then laid himself on his bed.

Merlin knows why he decided to go with their silly 'quest' when he could've grabbed the floo powder from the weaselette and escaped from these people. A crazy horse, demented girls, prankster brothers- what else, the grim reaper?

Suddenly, the ship shook and the lights flickered. He sat up on his bed and saw tendrils of shadows unfurling on the walls, creeping all around him. He edged to the end of the bed as the shadows accumulated on the wall above the bed, swirling in circles in a pool of darkness. He reached for his wand, aiming at the dark pool. Questions ran through his mind.

Was this a portal?

Were the Death Eaters coming?

Were they coming for him?

Has the Dark Lord come to kill him?

He was getting anxious by the second, and he didn't know how to react when a boy with black hair sitting on a monstrous beast fell from the shadows.

...TO BE CONTINUED...

So... do you know who it is? I bet you do. I seriously don't know why I did the 'to be continued' thing. For fun?
About the reference to the monkey... you know, when Draco said something like, "How dare you make a monkey out of me...!" I realised that there probably aren't any monkeys in the wizarding world, plus him being a pureblood and all... but hey, he knows what chickens are, probably, so why not monkeys?
And what did you think of the 'action'? It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was hard to resist :) Maybe next time. Review!
-NK