Chapter Four- Danger
Flashback-
"And the winner is..."
End Flashback
Ann POV
I looked around at the pathetic losers who actually called themselves wizards. Or witches, too, at that matter. They were all so intent on winning... pretty stupid, really. The whole thing wasn't all about winning.
Well, on second thought... it was. I decided I really DID have to announce who won this challenge, so I stopped pretending that I was being all mysterious and stuff and announced,
"APOLLO!" Oh, crap. Here comes the creepy victory dance.
Draco POV
"APPOLO!" Ann yelled. Tired and defeated, I looked over at the Apollo- inians. They looked funny- like they were doing a kind of victory dance. I shuddered. Creepy.
I struggled to get up and walked over to Granger, who was lying in the sand, spread-eagled, with her forearm across her head. I bent down over her and said,
"Hey. D'ya need help getting up?" Wow. That was so un-Malfoy-ish. I shuddered again. She started to say, "Ye..." until she moved her arm. She stared at me oddly, like I was misshapen ball of clay. God, I know I was mean to her and all at Hogwarts, but isn't teasing a form of showing affection? Not that I had any for her, of course.
Hermione POV
Oh my GOD! Did he just offer to help me up? Is he insane? Is he on DRUGS? Most likely. I was GOING to say yes, as the voice sounded deep and masculine. I was expecting someone nice, like a Prince Charming kinda guy. But no. I get this- this... arrogant, taunting ferret face.
Still, I wasn't about to let a boy's trying-to-be-nice-even-if-he- himself-is-not slip away from me. I looked up into his eyes, squinting. I wanted to sound nonchalant, so I asked breezily,
"Why would YOU want to help me?" He looked half taken aback, half angry. His expression was quite priceless, really.
Draco POV
What? She honestly wanted to know why I wanted to help her? Well, all she had to do was look in the mirror. Who WOULDN'T want to help her? I know... I'm supposed to be cold-hearted and mean, but she REALLY was something. Something special. I wanted her- even if I couldn't have her. But I'd get her. So, I said,
"I-is it so hard for a guy to ask a pretty girl if she needs help?" Ah. There it is. The look. You know, the one where she's half flattered, half astounded, half flustered. Wait a second. That makes no sense. Ah- dang that Witch Weekly. Why on EARTH did I choose to read that one stupid article about women's feelings? They were too complicated as it was.
"Pretty girl? Where?" she asked, grinning. Oh. Wow. Did I really snag her that fast? Then she snorted. "Yeah, like I'm supposed to believe that. Phew! I can't believe you would even think that'd work! I mean, HONESTLY! You've probably fed that lame line to every girl you've had in Hogwarts. How corny can you get?" She stood up, brushed the sand off of her, and walked off. I instantly chased after her.
"Lame line? Corny? HOW MANY GIRLS DID I HAVE? What, do you think I'm some type of man-hooker? No way. And what if once... maybe just ONCE I meant it? Maybe you ARE pretty, and smart at that," I ranted, my anger rising at each word.
"Oh pur-lease. It's so incredibly obvious that you said it with no other reason than to get in my pants. It's NOT going to work... ferret face," she said stubbornly. I mouthed angry things at her soundlessly, but she simply rolled her eyes and muttered, "Immature."
I don't believe this. The one time I say that and I actually mean it, she doesn't believe me. Honestly, how stubborn was she? How intent was she on getting her way? Probably as much as me. Ugh- life sucks right now. I never should have gone on this stupid show as a last resort to... wait a second. I'm not even supposed to be THINKING about that.
Apollo- Back at Camp, Day 3
Joe (Pinulver) POV
"YES! Ron- oh, RON! We did it! You were simply amazing at the end. We never could have done it without you!" simpered that beautiful twin, Parvati. Ron, who was leaning against a perfectly shaped palm tree, grinned at her.
'God. Does he even know that all these girls are FAWNING over him? Why do they even like him? He's nothing special,' I thought. But Gods, was he lucky. What I would GIVE to have gorgeous girls hanging all over me. Man... heaven! But no- I'm stuck as being the scrawny, vapid geek who nobody knows. Man, if they'd even notice me for ONCE they'd see that I'm most awesome. I think.
Shaking my head and looking at the perfect white sand, I inspected my nails. Urgh- they were getting gross. The one thing about this stupid island that I couldn't stand was the fact that no one was close to being clean- already! It was amazing.... Sure, some girls went and bathed in the Mediterranean Sea (wearing bikinis and looking quite hot, I might add), but otherwise, people were needing to shave and all. EW!
I looked up and saw Ron and Parvati holding hands. Again with the public displays of affection. What is it with these two and their hormones? They weren't over their teenage years yet? Where they couldn't go a day without touching someone? We were all around 21 now, though.
'This sucks,' I thought. 'Why can't I be the one having fun on this island?'
Athena- Back at Camp, Day 3
Hermione POV
"When is this game going to start getting good?" I asked Harry. His glasses were askew, and his shirt was missing. He looked good, even I had to say. But I NEVER thought of him in that way. He IS a brother to me. Not like a brother. We're that close.
"It'd better, or I swear, I'm leaving," he said tiredly. I needed to pick up this dull conversation.
"Did you SEE their creepy victory dance?" I asked, laughing. He looked up at me, his bright green eyes sparkling. Then he laughed heartily. "I mean, SERIOUSLY! It was like this!" I started to imitate them, making Harry laugh, until Malfoy came up and laughed too.
"Wow... Granger, who knew that you could actually give a lap dancer a run for her money?" he smirked. I stopped immediately. How DARE he say that to me. I was a respectable witch who had absolutely nothing to do with those sort of... things.
"You superficial, arrogant... ferret- can't you see that I want to have absolutely NOTHING to do with you? You're so annoying- you keep popping up, and I just can't take much more of you!" I screamed. Harry leapt to my side, ready to show Malfoy just what he deserved.
"God, calm down, Mudblood. I was simply commenting on your- skills. If you could call them that," he scowled. I screamed in frustration and stomped off yelling,
"You'll never grow up, Malfoy!"
Draco POV
Later that night, on our way to tribal council, I had the unfortunaty to have to sit next to Granger. Yeah, she was cute, but she was way too stubborn. Many girls would have killed to hear that "compliment" from me. But one thing she had said was haunting my thoughts-
"You'll never grow up, Malfoy!" What did she mean by that? I was grown up- you see? No longer in school. I'm very much adult. Maybe she meant I was immature. But I AM mature. I think.
Our boat hit the shore of another nearby island, this one practically identical to ours. I felt Granger stirring next to me, and she scoffed. I turned to her, puzzled at her sound, and she whispered,
"Are you sure this isn't OUR beach?" I didn't know if she was talking to me. I scowled at her, but she probably didn't see, seeing as how dark it was outside. Spooky, too. Not that I was scared, or anything.
We got out, and a cameraman came up to me, and asked, "Mr. Malfoy- we're dying to know. How do you REALLY feel about Hermione Granger?" Not wanting to ruin my reputation, I replied,
"Her? I feel nothing about her. She's just another little girl vying for my 'love', of which she won't EVER get." Feeling bad, I slouched off, and found a house elf rushing around. "Oy- you!" I said to the elf, "What're you doing here?" The elf squealed and rushed up to me.
"Sir! Where are the others, sir?" I looked behind me and saw everyone trudging up to me.
"There," I replied. The elf looked so frightened that I actually felt bad for it. Wait. Strike that. Malfoys didn't FEEL. Especially to those BELOW us. The elf raced over to us, and squeaked,
"Welcome to the Tribal Coucil area, sirs and misses!"
A huge outdoor arena-type thing was behind the elf. It was- even for me- amazing. It was made entirely out large boulders- with huge palm trees surrounding it. It had wildlife everywhere- and even little magical creatures. Bunches of little fairies were zooming around the entire building. There was even a large sign that bore the message 'TRIBAL COUNCIL' hanging over the arena.
"How inconspicuous," muttered Granger, rolling her eyes. I stifled a laugh- I didn't want the entire wizarding community to think I had a crap sense of humour. I mean- laughing with a Mudblood. Pur-lease.
Everyone trudged up to the stone building, where Ann was waiting for us. "Grab your torch and light it. Fire represents life- of which you must have to stay in the game," she said.
Everyone did so, a little scared. "Have a seat," Ann said harshly, very unlike her overly-cheerful state of being. I was surprised. This was to Ann as sexy was to Granger in school.
Normal POV
"Good. Now, you all know why you're here," stated Ann seriously. "You lost the immunity challenge. Now normally, I'd ask you a ton of questions, but seeing as you are all the very first ever to come to council, I best leave it with only a few questions. Mr. Potter, what do you think caused the team to lose?"
Harry seemed to struggle with his answer. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Finally, he stuttered out, "Well, you see... er, one of our tribe mates simply didn't... well, wasn't fast enough." Draco, who sat a row below him and to the right, scoffed. Ann flicked her eyes to Draco, then over to Sean.
"Mr. MacDecerr, do you feel that some people are not getting along with other tribe mates quite as well as others?" Ann asked.
Sean, who was really quite bold, looked Ann straight in the eye, and said, "Nobody likes Lily." Lily, who sat next to him, gasped.
"What?" she hissed, tears forming in her perfect blue eyes. Sean shrugged and said audibly, "It's true. Everyone hates your guts. It's easy to see why. You're annoying. Beautiful as can be, but truly annoying." Lily clenched her fists.
"Well, then... this vote tonight shouldn't be that hard. It's time to vote. Mr. Malfoy, if you please," Ann said. Draco stood up and stalked off to the stone table a few yards away. He wrote something, talked to the camera man who was standing right there, and walked pompously back to his seat. One by one, everyone did so- some taking more time than others. In fact, Hannah Abbott took such a long time talking to the camera man (most likely about unimportant things- such as her new favorite color, pink) that Ann personally had to come up and drag her back to her seat.
"I'll go tally the votes," Ann said solemnly, and retrieved the Greek pottery filled with votes. "Once the votes are read, the decision is final. The person will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I'll read the votes.
"The first vote goes to- Lily," Ann said. Lily looked upset- but everyone could tell she was trying to act if nothing big was really happening to her. "Lily. Hannah. Hannah. Hannah. Lily. Lily." Ann read off. Now Hannah looked upset. Why on earth were they voting for her? She hadn't done anything wrong!
Ann sighed for a long time, obviously trying to uphold the apprehension. "The first person voted off Survivor: Greece... is... Lily Roderia." Lily stood up straight, and walked over to Ann, holding her torch tightly in her hand. "Lily... the tribe has spoken." With that, Ann burned out her torch. Lily turned around, shot everyone a malevolent look, and left.
After a little parting speech, everyone left for their island, completely exhausted. After all, it was a long and tiring day.
Apollo Beach- Day 4
Ron POV
After a great nights sleep, I woke up feeling amazingly refreshed. I turned over and saw Parvati Patil sleeping next to me, with her arm draped across my chest. She was gorgeous- yes- but SIMPLY annoying. I snogged her once, not twice. The first time was an ACCIDENT. I swear. Her fault. I sighed and pushed her arm off of me gently.
I raced to the crisp sea, and dove right in. After swimming for a good half hour, I swam back to the beach, where the rest of the men were waiting for me. "What?" I asked, shaking my hair- there was way too much sand in it.
"WE decided last night that we'd build our shelter today- finally," Joe snapped at me. Why the heck was he being so rude?
"I wasn't aware of that- besides, we're fine with what we have!" I replied. Goyle grunted, and Crabbe- the big oaf- actually said, (I didn't even know he could talk)
"You were too busy with that girl." I felt my ears go red, and I said hotly, "I was NOT!"
"Were too. It's like HELLO! Can you just keep your hands off of her for like, ONCE? I mean, it's not like we're JEALOUS, but it's just starting to get on our freakin' nerves. Why don't you help out your team- instead of yourself?" Joe yelled, his anger obviously at the peak of explosion. WHAT A JERK! That was completely out of hand. Everyone knew I had no feelings for Parvati... right?
"Fine... we'll build your precious shelter. You too- Crabbe, Goyle- go cut down some trees with the machete. Joe, let's go get some palm leaves and have the women string it all together like a rope," I directed. This was going to be tough. I'd never done physical labor before, except for de- gnoming our garden. But that didn't count, either. I DID have the strength, from Quidditch and such, but I was unsure if I could actually do this....
Susan POV
Thank GOD the men thought they were too macho to let us help. Honestly, just look at them! They're sweating to death. And we don't need anything else to make us look worse.
'Take the Patil twins for example,' I thought. 'They're both gorgeous, but they do not look good now. Their hair is tangled and could use some shampoo already. And I know their eyebrows don't look good. They must seriously pluck them twenty times a day to keep them under control.' I looked around. It was true- they were unshaven and dirty and unkempt. Who knew the tortures of this island.
'Oh!' I thought, looking at Ron. 'That reminds me of Hermione Granger. She's awful! Her hair is like a huge bush on her head, and she desperately needs to shave. Worse than we all do! Yet she's still pretty. Dang! She must not wear any makeup. The hag! How come we all can't be that way?!'
Athena Beach- Day 4, Night
Normal POV (For rest of chapter)
"Pssst! Hermi- GRANGER! Granger, come here- now! I order you!" Draco Malfoy whispered urgently. Hermione stirred in her sleep and mumbled,
"Whddywaa?" At this, she snored softly, blowing her hair out of her delicate face. Draco clenched his fists and whispered more urgently, "NOW! Hermione- wake up!" Hermione opened her eyes. 'What on earth could he want?' she thought. Turning to him, she asked,
"What could you possibly want, Malfoy?" He smirked and pointed to her side, which was lying on top of his arm. Terrified at the thought of merely touching him, she sat up quickly. "No! How could that possibly happen? We don't even usually sleep next to each other!" she said, clearly frustrated at herself.
"I don't know. Say, why don't we take a walk? Look- full moon," Draco said absentmindedly. Suspicious, yet now wide awake, Hermione agreed, and got up, pulling a pair of jeans over her bathing suit. Draco sat up also and pulled on a dark t-shirt which contrasted very nicely with his pale skin and platinum hair. He took her hand, and she pulled away immediately. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I just needed help getting up." Feeling bad, Hermione grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him up towards her. He stumbled onto her, and they froze.
'Dang- she's so beautiful in the moonlight, no matter how filthy her blood may be,' Draco thought.
'Why, he looks so young right now- so innocent. If he wasn't so completely awful, I think I might just have a crush on him,' Hermione thought at the same time.
They set off towards a particularly rocky part of the beach a couple of miles down. They were silent at first, until Hermione broke the ice. This was unusual for Draco, seeing as he was always a "ladies man" and could make a girl come up to his apartment after a mere hour.
"Malfoy, why did you make fun of me so much as a- well, when we were in school?" she asked tentatively. He hesitated, stopping in the sand.
"Well... to be perfectly honest, I think it was just...," he started. He was going to say that it was his way of showing he liked her, yet now didn't seem like it was the best time to tell her. He said, "Granger, you know, I think we should have a rain check on this chat. Now's not the time to tell you."
Surprisingly, she nodded and whispered, "Alright," before turning around and heading off towards her sleeping friends.
Apollo- Day 5
"Mail time, mail time, MAIL TIME!" yelled Crabbe. He was skipping joyously towards the campsite, which now had sleeping quarters thanks to the muscular men. He held out a miniature bottle of shampoo, of which tied to it was a small note.
"AHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! SHAMPOO!" yelled Padma Patil, who raced forward and grabbed the tiny green bottle. "It's mine! All mine! No one elses! Muahahahahahahahaha!" she cackled. Susan raced up to her.
"Nuh-uh! You so do not! Can you not see my horribly split ends?" she yelled.
"Or my awfully dry, thinned-out layers?" spat Jenny. Parvati opened her mouth to yell when Ron walked in. He flashed them all a smile worthy of Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Girls, girls, girls. Trust me, you don't need this. You've all got beautiful hair as it is. So quit fighting over it and hand me the bottle to read the clue," he laughed. Reluctantly, they threw it at him, and he opened the tiny envelope.
"Connected as one,
You'll need to complete
This difficult task
Bound by your feet.
When all finish the task
Like you all are one,
A special present
Will be won," he read slowly.
"Wow," he said, "Who writes these brilliant poems?" Being shot a look by the women, he was distracted for a mere second. Goyle took this opportune moment to grab the bottle of shampoo, and race off yelling,
"Whopee! Healthy, beautiful, beneficial hair, HERE I COME, BABY!"
"Nooooooooooooooooo!" yelled the women, dashing after him.
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A few quick notes-
FIRST off, I am not bi or anything- that whole bikini thing was so in a guys POV. My brother said guys think like that, so I'm going with his opinion. Answer your question? Good.
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Flashback-
"And the winner is..."
End Flashback
Ann POV
I looked around at the pathetic losers who actually called themselves wizards. Or witches, too, at that matter. They were all so intent on winning... pretty stupid, really. The whole thing wasn't all about winning.
Well, on second thought... it was. I decided I really DID have to announce who won this challenge, so I stopped pretending that I was being all mysterious and stuff and announced,
"APOLLO!" Oh, crap. Here comes the creepy victory dance.
Draco POV
"APPOLO!" Ann yelled. Tired and defeated, I looked over at the Apollo- inians. They looked funny- like they were doing a kind of victory dance. I shuddered. Creepy.
I struggled to get up and walked over to Granger, who was lying in the sand, spread-eagled, with her forearm across her head. I bent down over her and said,
"Hey. D'ya need help getting up?" Wow. That was so un-Malfoy-ish. I shuddered again. She started to say, "Ye..." until she moved her arm. She stared at me oddly, like I was misshapen ball of clay. God, I know I was mean to her and all at Hogwarts, but isn't teasing a form of showing affection? Not that I had any for her, of course.
Hermione POV
Oh my GOD! Did he just offer to help me up? Is he insane? Is he on DRUGS? Most likely. I was GOING to say yes, as the voice sounded deep and masculine. I was expecting someone nice, like a Prince Charming kinda guy. But no. I get this- this... arrogant, taunting ferret face.
Still, I wasn't about to let a boy's trying-to-be-nice-even-if-he- himself-is-not slip away from me. I looked up into his eyes, squinting. I wanted to sound nonchalant, so I asked breezily,
"Why would YOU want to help me?" He looked half taken aback, half angry. His expression was quite priceless, really.
Draco POV
What? She honestly wanted to know why I wanted to help her? Well, all she had to do was look in the mirror. Who WOULDN'T want to help her? I know... I'm supposed to be cold-hearted and mean, but she REALLY was something. Something special. I wanted her- even if I couldn't have her. But I'd get her. So, I said,
"I-is it so hard for a guy to ask a pretty girl if she needs help?" Ah. There it is. The look. You know, the one where she's half flattered, half astounded, half flustered. Wait a second. That makes no sense. Ah- dang that Witch Weekly. Why on EARTH did I choose to read that one stupid article about women's feelings? They were too complicated as it was.
"Pretty girl? Where?" she asked, grinning. Oh. Wow. Did I really snag her that fast? Then she snorted. "Yeah, like I'm supposed to believe that. Phew! I can't believe you would even think that'd work! I mean, HONESTLY! You've probably fed that lame line to every girl you've had in Hogwarts. How corny can you get?" She stood up, brushed the sand off of her, and walked off. I instantly chased after her.
"Lame line? Corny? HOW MANY GIRLS DID I HAVE? What, do you think I'm some type of man-hooker? No way. And what if once... maybe just ONCE I meant it? Maybe you ARE pretty, and smart at that," I ranted, my anger rising at each word.
"Oh pur-lease. It's so incredibly obvious that you said it with no other reason than to get in my pants. It's NOT going to work... ferret face," she said stubbornly. I mouthed angry things at her soundlessly, but she simply rolled her eyes and muttered, "Immature."
I don't believe this. The one time I say that and I actually mean it, she doesn't believe me. Honestly, how stubborn was she? How intent was she on getting her way? Probably as much as me. Ugh- life sucks right now. I never should have gone on this stupid show as a last resort to... wait a second. I'm not even supposed to be THINKING about that.
Apollo- Back at Camp, Day 3
Joe (Pinulver) POV
"YES! Ron- oh, RON! We did it! You were simply amazing at the end. We never could have done it without you!" simpered that beautiful twin, Parvati. Ron, who was leaning against a perfectly shaped palm tree, grinned at her.
'God. Does he even know that all these girls are FAWNING over him? Why do they even like him? He's nothing special,' I thought. But Gods, was he lucky. What I would GIVE to have gorgeous girls hanging all over me. Man... heaven! But no- I'm stuck as being the scrawny, vapid geek who nobody knows. Man, if they'd even notice me for ONCE they'd see that I'm most awesome. I think.
Shaking my head and looking at the perfect white sand, I inspected my nails. Urgh- they were getting gross. The one thing about this stupid island that I couldn't stand was the fact that no one was close to being clean- already! It was amazing.... Sure, some girls went and bathed in the Mediterranean Sea (wearing bikinis and looking quite hot, I might add), but otherwise, people were needing to shave and all. EW!
I looked up and saw Ron and Parvati holding hands. Again with the public displays of affection. What is it with these two and their hormones? They weren't over their teenage years yet? Where they couldn't go a day without touching someone? We were all around 21 now, though.
'This sucks,' I thought. 'Why can't I be the one having fun on this island?'
Athena- Back at Camp, Day 3
Hermione POV
"When is this game going to start getting good?" I asked Harry. His glasses were askew, and his shirt was missing. He looked good, even I had to say. But I NEVER thought of him in that way. He IS a brother to me. Not like a brother. We're that close.
"It'd better, or I swear, I'm leaving," he said tiredly. I needed to pick up this dull conversation.
"Did you SEE their creepy victory dance?" I asked, laughing. He looked up at me, his bright green eyes sparkling. Then he laughed heartily. "I mean, SERIOUSLY! It was like this!" I started to imitate them, making Harry laugh, until Malfoy came up and laughed too.
"Wow... Granger, who knew that you could actually give a lap dancer a run for her money?" he smirked. I stopped immediately. How DARE he say that to me. I was a respectable witch who had absolutely nothing to do with those sort of... things.
"You superficial, arrogant... ferret- can't you see that I want to have absolutely NOTHING to do with you? You're so annoying- you keep popping up, and I just can't take much more of you!" I screamed. Harry leapt to my side, ready to show Malfoy just what he deserved.
"God, calm down, Mudblood. I was simply commenting on your- skills. If you could call them that," he scowled. I screamed in frustration and stomped off yelling,
"You'll never grow up, Malfoy!"
Draco POV
Later that night, on our way to tribal council, I had the unfortunaty to have to sit next to Granger. Yeah, she was cute, but she was way too stubborn. Many girls would have killed to hear that "compliment" from me. But one thing she had said was haunting my thoughts-
"You'll never grow up, Malfoy!" What did she mean by that? I was grown up- you see? No longer in school. I'm very much adult. Maybe she meant I was immature. But I AM mature. I think.
Our boat hit the shore of another nearby island, this one practically identical to ours. I felt Granger stirring next to me, and she scoffed. I turned to her, puzzled at her sound, and she whispered,
"Are you sure this isn't OUR beach?" I didn't know if she was talking to me. I scowled at her, but she probably didn't see, seeing as how dark it was outside. Spooky, too. Not that I was scared, or anything.
We got out, and a cameraman came up to me, and asked, "Mr. Malfoy- we're dying to know. How do you REALLY feel about Hermione Granger?" Not wanting to ruin my reputation, I replied,
"Her? I feel nothing about her. She's just another little girl vying for my 'love', of which she won't EVER get." Feeling bad, I slouched off, and found a house elf rushing around. "Oy- you!" I said to the elf, "What're you doing here?" The elf squealed and rushed up to me.
"Sir! Where are the others, sir?" I looked behind me and saw everyone trudging up to me.
"There," I replied. The elf looked so frightened that I actually felt bad for it. Wait. Strike that. Malfoys didn't FEEL. Especially to those BELOW us. The elf raced over to us, and squeaked,
"Welcome to the Tribal Coucil area, sirs and misses!"
A huge outdoor arena-type thing was behind the elf. It was- even for me- amazing. It was made entirely out large boulders- with huge palm trees surrounding it. It had wildlife everywhere- and even little magical creatures. Bunches of little fairies were zooming around the entire building. There was even a large sign that bore the message 'TRIBAL COUNCIL' hanging over the arena.
"How inconspicuous," muttered Granger, rolling her eyes. I stifled a laugh- I didn't want the entire wizarding community to think I had a crap sense of humour. I mean- laughing with a Mudblood. Pur-lease.
Everyone trudged up to the stone building, where Ann was waiting for us. "Grab your torch and light it. Fire represents life- of which you must have to stay in the game," she said.
Everyone did so, a little scared. "Have a seat," Ann said harshly, very unlike her overly-cheerful state of being. I was surprised. This was to Ann as sexy was to Granger in school.
Normal POV
"Good. Now, you all know why you're here," stated Ann seriously. "You lost the immunity challenge. Now normally, I'd ask you a ton of questions, but seeing as you are all the very first ever to come to council, I best leave it with only a few questions. Mr. Potter, what do you think caused the team to lose?"
Harry seemed to struggle with his answer. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Finally, he stuttered out, "Well, you see... er, one of our tribe mates simply didn't... well, wasn't fast enough." Draco, who sat a row below him and to the right, scoffed. Ann flicked her eyes to Draco, then over to Sean.
"Mr. MacDecerr, do you feel that some people are not getting along with other tribe mates quite as well as others?" Ann asked.
Sean, who was really quite bold, looked Ann straight in the eye, and said, "Nobody likes Lily." Lily, who sat next to him, gasped.
"What?" she hissed, tears forming in her perfect blue eyes. Sean shrugged and said audibly, "It's true. Everyone hates your guts. It's easy to see why. You're annoying. Beautiful as can be, but truly annoying." Lily clenched her fists.
"Well, then... this vote tonight shouldn't be that hard. It's time to vote. Mr. Malfoy, if you please," Ann said. Draco stood up and stalked off to the stone table a few yards away. He wrote something, talked to the camera man who was standing right there, and walked pompously back to his seat. One by one, everyone did so- some taking more time than others. In fact, Hannah Abbott took such a long time talking to the camera man (most likely about unimportant things- such as her new favorite color, pink) that Ann personally had to come up and drag her back to her seat.
"I'll go tally the votes," Ann said solemnly, and retrieved the Greek pottery filled with votes. "Once the votes are read, the decision is final. The person will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I'll read the votes.
"The first vote goes to- Lily," Ann said. Lily looked upset- but everyone could tell she was trying to act if nothing big was really happening to her. "Lily. Hannah. Hannah. Hannah. Lily. Lily." Ann read off. Now Hannah looked upset. Why on earth were they voting for her? She hadn't done anything wrong!
Ann sighed for a long time, obviously trying to uphold the apprehension. "The first person voted off Survivor: Greece... is... Lily Roderia." Lily stood up straight, and walked over to Ann, holding her torch tightly in her hand. "Lily... the tribe has spoken." With that, Ann burned out her torch. Lily turned around, shot everyone a malevolent look, and left.
After a little parting speech, everyone left for their island, completely exhausted. After all, it was a long and tiring day.
Apollo Beach- Day 4
Ron POV
After a great nights sleep, I woke up feeling amazingly refreshed. I turned over and saw Parvati Patil sleeping next to me, with her arm draped across my chest. She was gorgeous- yes- but SIMPLY annoying. I snogged her once, not twice. The first time was an ACCIDENT. I swear. Her fault. I sighed and pushed her arm off of me gently.
I raced to the crisp sea, and dove right in. After swimming for a good half hour, I swam back to the beach, where the rest of the men were waiting for me. "What?" I asked, shaking my hair- there was way too much sand in it.
"WE decided last night that we'd build our shelter today- finally," Joe snapped at me. Why the heck was he being so rude?
"I wasn't aware of that- besides, we're fine with what we have!" I replied. Goyle grunted, and Crabbe- the big oaf- actually said, (I didn't even know he could talk)
"You were too busy with that girl." I felt my ears go red, and I said hotly, "I was NOT!"
"Were too. It's like HELLO! Can you just keep your hands off of her for like, ONCE? I mean, it's not like we're JEALOUS, but it's just starting to get on our freakin' nerves. Why don't you help out your team- instead of yourself?" Joe yelled, his anger obviously at the peak of explosion. WHAT A JERK! That was completely out of hand. Everyone knew I had no feelings for Parvati... right?
"Fine... we'll build your precious shelter. You too- Crabbe, Goyle- go cut down some trees with the machete. Joe, let's go get some palm leaves and have the women string it all together like a rope," I directed. This was going to be tough. I'd never done physical labor before, except for de- gnoming our garden. But that didn't count, either. I DID have the strength, from Quidditch and such, but I was unsure if I could actually do this....
Susan POV
Thank GOD the men thought they were too macho to let us help. Honestly, just look at them! They're sweating to death. And we don't need anything else to make us look worse.
'Take the Patil twins for example,' I thought. 'They're both gorgeous, but they do not look good now. Their hair is tangled and could use some shampoo already. And I know their eyebrows don't look good. They must seriously pluck them twenty times a day to keep them under control.' I looked around. It was true- they were unshaven and dirty and unkempt. Who knew the tortures of this island.
'Oh!' I thought, looking at Ron. 'That reminds me of Hermione Granger. She's awful! Her hair is like a huge bush on her head, and she desperately needs to shave. Worse than we all do! Yet she's still pretty. Dang! She must not wear any makeup. The hag! How come we all can't be that way?!'
Athena Beach- Day 4, Night
Normal POV (For rest of chapter)
"Pssst! Hermi- GRANGER! Granger, come here- now! I order you!" Draco Malfoy whispered urgently. Hermione stirred in her sleep and mumbled,
"Whddywaa?" At this, she snored softly, blowing her hair out of her delicate face. Draco clenched his fists and whispered more urgently, "NOW! Hermione- wake up!" Hermione opened her eyes. 'What on earth could he want?' she thought. Turning to him, she asked,
"What could you possibly want, Malfoy?" He smirked and pointed to her side, which was lying on top of his arm. Terrified at the thought of merely touching him, she sat up quickly. "No! How could that possibly happen? We don't even usually sleep next to each other!" she said, clearly frustrated at herself.
"I don't know. Say, why don't we take a walk? Look- full moon," Draco said absentmindedly. Suspicious, yet now wide awake, Hermione agreed, and got up, pulling a pair of jeans over her bathing suit. Draco sat up also and pulled on a dark t-shirt which contrasted very nicely with his pale skin and platinum hair. He took her hand, and she pulled away immediately. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I just needed help getting up." Feeling bad, Hermione grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him up towards her. He stumbled onto her, and they froze.
'Dang- she's so beautiful in the moonlight, no matter how filthy her blood may be,' Draco thought.
'Why, he looks so young right now- so innocent. If he wasn't so completely awful, I think I might just have a crush on him,' Hermione thought at the same time.
They set off towards a particularly rocky part of the beach a couple of miles down. They were silent at first, until Hermione broke the ice. This was unusual for Draco, seeing as he was always a "ladies man" and could make a girl come up to his apartment after a mere hour.
"Malfoy, why did you make fun of me so much as a- well, when we were in school?" she asked tentatively. He hesitated, stopping in the sand.
"Well... to be perfectly honest, I think it was just...," he started. He was going to say that it was his way of showing he liked her, yet now didn't seem like it was the best time to tell her. He said, "Granger, you know, I think we should have a rain check on this chat. Now's not the time to tell you."
Surprisingly, she nodded and whispered, "Alright," before turning around and heading off towards her sleeping friends.
Apollo- Day 5
"Mail time, mail time, MAIL TIME!" yelled Crabbe. He was skipping joyously towards the campsite, which now had sleeping quarters thanks to the muscular men. He held out a miniature bottle of shampoo, of which tied to it was a small note.
"AHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! SHAMPOO!" yelled Padma Patil, who raced forward and grabbed the tiny green bottle. "It's mine! All mine! No one elses! Muahahahahahahahaha!" she cackled. Susan raced up to her.
"Nuh-uh! You so do not! Can you not see my horribly split ends?" she yelled.
"Or my awfully dry, thinned-out layers?" spat Jenny. Parvati opened her mouth to yell when Ron walked in. He flashed them all a smile worthy of Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Girls, girls, girls. Trust me, you don't need this. You've all got beautiful hair as it is. So quit fighting over it and hand me the bottle to read the clue," he laughed. Reluctantly, they threw it at him, and he opened the tiny envelope.
"Connected as one,
You'll need to complete
This difficult task
Bound by your feet.
When all finish the task
Like you all are one,
A special present
Will be won," he read slowly.
"Wow," he said, "Who writes these brilliant poems?" Being shot a look by the women, he was distracted for a mere second. Goyle took this opportune moment to grab the bottle of shampoo, and race off yelling,
"Whopee! Healthy, beautiful, beneficial hair, HERE I COME, BABY!"
"Nooooooooooooooooo!" yelled the women, dashing after him.
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A few quick notes-
FIRST off, I am not bi or anything- that whole bikini thing was so in a guys POV. My brother said guys think like that, so I'm going with his opinion. Answer your question? Good.
Thanks to my FEW reviewers. I know- FF.net is NOT about reviews, but pur-lease! I got about 2 on the last chapter. Thanks a bajillion zillion to: chrissy, . , lgobgirlie15, Fluff, meowcat, tangytwist, and Sugarhigh Yuna (I love your name!). I know, some of those were from chapters 2 and all, but ya'll rock. Much love.
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