Disclaimer.  The characters still don't belong to me.  Yazethet, thank you!! That name has been irritating me for ages.  You may well have saved my sanity.  So, these characters, and most of the situations they find themselves in belong to JK Rowling and William Goldman respectively.  If anyone wants to buy the rights to Draco and Westley for me as an 18th birthday present in July, it would not go unappreciated.  Thank you. 

A/N  Hello, and welcome to another instalment of this, the Princess Harry.  Many thanks to all those who have reviewed this fic,  Elena=Perfection, welcome back!  For all those people who want an idea of Neville's swimming skills, check out Alisa Morgan's story Action: Reaction on http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1651927.  An update on my computer situation:  those nice people at Dell delivered our new one this morning, so I should be able to update and check the reviews more frequently once it's all installed and stuff.  Fab!  On with the fic!

As Snape and Blaise were looking admiringly at the Man In Pink, and Crabbe and Goyle were playing Pairs (and had been for the last six and a half hours; neither had actually found a pair yet), Harry saw his chance, and seized it with both hands.  Actually, there was no seizing, he just jumped into the water and began to swim away.  At the sound of the splash, Snape was jolted out of his gawping at the MIP's torso in that VERY tight pink shirt. 

'After him!!' he screamed, before realising how feminine that sounded. 

'After him!!' he rephrased, in an extraordinarily deep, scary serial-killer type voice.

'I don't swim,' replied Blaise.  'It would go against my ultra-cool image'.  It must be stated, that at this point, Blaise was doing the 'Prince Charming' dance up and down the deck.

'I only dog-paddle' said Greg, while Vince shook his head earnestly. Greg saw what he was doing, and sharply jabbed his friend in the ribs.  Vince immediately began nodding his head in agreement, just as earnestly. 

'Crabbe, stop that. You look like a nodding Blast-Ended Skrewt.'  snapped Snape.

Harry, meanwhile, was beginning to regret his heroic dive, as the water was actually bloody freezing, and he had remembered that he swam about as well as Neville.  However, he could float, so he tried pushing the water behind him while bobbing upright, but it didn't really do much.  Then the water around him began to bubble, and he felt something brush by his foot. 

'Do you know what that disturbance is, Potter?'  asked Snape, a disturbing gleam in his eyes, 'That is the giant squid.  It always comes closer when it's about to feed on human flesh.'

On cue, the squid began to rise out of the water, one of its tentacles three times as long as Harry's body.

'If you come back now, I promise that no harm will come to you.  I doubt that the squid will give you such an offer.'

Harry's mind span; he was scared, but he had been scared before, did he really want to go back to them? If he died, he would see Draco again, and they would never again be separated.  He made up his mind, glared back at Snape, and began to bob closer to the squid. 

However, suddenly, a hand dragged him out of the water; and he was dragged up the side of the ship, and sat panting while Snape tied up his hands.

'I suppose you think you're brave and clever?' 

'Actually, yeah, I do.' snapped Harry.

'Oh, ok.' said Snape, slightly taken aback at this show of cockiness.

From where Blaise was sitting posing there suddenly came a shriek.

'He's right on top of us!'  this sounded a little tiny bit wistful.

'He's no concern of ours.  We are nearly there.' replied Snape.

They got off the ship, and Vince and Greg made a staircase in the rock with their wands so they could all run up to the top of the cliffs. The Man in Pink started to run after them, gaining each step that he took. When they reached the top, Greg closed the staircase. They heard a yell, and went gingerly to the edge of the cliff to make sure that he had fallen.  What they saw, however, was quite different.