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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter related stuff, islets, canoes, the usual. Don't sue me.
Chapter Thirteen: "Hermione's" Weird Behavior
Harry pried the hand off of him. "Who are you?"
He saw a lock of bushy brown hair. "It's me, Hermione," she said.
"What are you doing??" Harry asked.
"I couldn't sleep, so I was wondering if you wanted to go for a little walk," she replied.
"It's the middle of the night, Hermy," Harry said groggily. "I'm exhausted."
She firmly grasped his neck, practically choking Harry. "Look, you're coming with me whether you like it or not, alright?"
"Okay, okay!" said Harry, getting up. "You don't have to strangle me."
"Come on, we don't have all night," she said huskily, walking out the door.
Harry quickly dressed, and followed her out. "Where are we going?"
"Just to a little islet I thought might be... cute," she whispered.
Harry ran to keep up with her fast pace. "How are we supposed to go to an islet? We'll get caught, we're not allowed!"
"Trust me, we're not going to get caught," she assured him.
"Trust you?!" Harry hissed. "You drag me out in the middle of the night to go some island, and I'm supposed to trust you with all this???"
"Yes!" Hermione shot back. "Stay here, I'm going to get a boat."
So Harry waited by the shore, feeling queasy. Maybe it's a full moon and Hermione's experiencing some strange behavior. He thought, looking at the moon. Nope, it's only a half-moon.
"Got it!" Hermione said, dragging a canoe into the water near Harry. "Get in. I'll steer. I wouldn't want you to pass out trying."
"Why are you acting so mean?" Harry asked, looking hurt.
"Uh – because...!" she stammered. "Well, it's night, isn't it? Us girls do weird things you know."
Harry nodded, getting in the front of the boat and taking hold of his paddle. Hermione got in and started paddling, a lot better than Harry expected.
After quite a long time, they finally reached the islet. Hermione steered the canoe to be parallel to the shore, and held it in place as Harry got out. He shivered. It was colder on the islet than at camp. Looking suspiciously at Hermione, who was looking around, he thought about how she could test if it was really she. How am I going to test her? Maybe I should ask her a question only Hermione would know. He pondered for a question. That won't work – Hermione knows the answer to everything...hmm. Suddenly, it hit him. I got it! Hermione has said quite a few times how handsome I am, so that's what I'll test her on! I'll just use the same stuff I used on Cho. Only Hermione could give me the correct reaction!
"Why don't you start on that walk, Harry?" Hermione asked. "I'll just, uh, tie up the boat."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Hermione, how about we forget about that walk and do something... different?" he asked.
"Don't be an arse. You go on ahead. I'll catch up,"
"Now that we're alone, why not have a little... fun?" he said, moving closer to her.
Hermione backed up and tripped on her feet. "Fun? Uh, maybe not. I – I'm not your type. Really!"
"Reeeaaalllyyy?"
"Re – really!"
Harry moved his face closer to hers. Who are you really? He thought. Fess up...
"Harry! Remember! We're friends!" she said hastily.
"So?" he said, closing his eyes. His nose was touching hers now. Don't make me kiss you, you freak. I'd rather not have another scar. He thought.
Hermione made a weird morphing noise. "NOOOO!!!" a boy's voice called.
Harry opened his eyes. He stared into a pair of cold gray eyes and screamed as well.
"Who the hell do you think you are, Potter???" Draco yelled.
"I knew it wasn't really Hermione!" Harry shouted triumphantly. "You took a polyjuice potion!"
"It was only so I could trick you into following me out here," Draco shrugged. "But ewewewew! You pervert!"
"Me???" Harry retorted. "You're the one who changed into a girl!"
"Well you put the moves on me!"
"Only to get you to fess up!"
"I told you I wasn't your type!"
"You're sick, you know that, Malfoy?!"
"You're sick!"
"You're sicker!"
"Screw you, Potty,"
"Screw you harder, Ferret,"
Draco smirked. "Well, enjoy being stranded on this island. I on the other hand, have to go back to camp."
"In what?" Harry laughed.
"The canoe, you –!"
Harry pointed to the canoe. The waves had carried it halfway into the lake, making it unable for anyone to reach it.
Draco's jaw dropped as he stared at the stranded boat. Harry burst out laughing.
"You'd better shut up!" Draco threatened.
"Or what? You'll diss my socks or something?"
"No! Although, they are hideously cheap,"
"Yeah, well, why don't you and your socks go and swim to the canoe if you want it so badly,"
"Are you mad?! They'd be completely ruined if I swam. Dry clean only," he took them off and showed Harry. "Look! They even have little puppies on them."
"Malfoy, I'd love to stay and chat about your dry-clean-only-designer-puppy socks, but I've got to find a way to let everyone know we're stuck here."
"Fine. But don't expect me to help," Draco huffed, sitting down on a patch of grass. "Woofy and Woofy Junior need some quality time with their daddy." He said, nuzzling his socks lovingly.
A/N: Little baby Draco has puppy socks? How cute! Well, as he said, Draco needs to spend some quality time with, er...
Draco: "Woofy and Woofy Junior, you idiot!"
A/N: What did you call me, punk???
Draco: "Well, you wrote it. You should at least remember what you wrote."
A/N: I TYPED it. (Faces reader again) So anyways, did I fool you into thinking it was Hermione? He he he, now Draco and Harry are stranded together! Will they ever get off? Stay tuned. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter related stuff, islets, canoes, the usual. Don't sue me.
Chapter Thirteen: "Hermione's" Weird Behavior
Harry pried the hand off of him. "Who are you?"
He saw a lock of bushy brown hair. "It's me, Hermione," she said.
"What are you doing??" Harry asked.
"I couldn't sleep, so I was wondering if you wanted to go for a little walk," she replied.
"It's the middle of the night, Hermy," Harry said groggily. "I'm exhausted."
She firmly grasped his neck, practically choking Harry. "Look, you're coming with me whether you like it or not, alright?"
"Okay, okay!" said Harry, getting up. "You don't have to strangle me."
"Come on, we don't have all night," she said huskily, walking out the door.
Harry quickly dressed, and followed her out. "Where are we going?"
"Just to a little islet I thought might be... cute," she whispered.
Harry ran to keep up with her fast pace. "How are we supposed to go to an islet? We'll get caught, we're not allowed!"
"Trust me, we're not going to get caught," she assured him.
"Trust you?!" Harry hissed. "You drag me out in the middle of the night to go some island, and I'm supposed to trust you with all this???"
"Yes!" Hermione shot back. "Stay here, I'm going to get a boat."
So Harry waited by the shore, feeling queasy. Maybe it's a full moon and Hermione's experiencing some strange behavior. He thought, looking at the moon. Nope, it's only a half-moon.
"Got it!" Hermione said, dragging a canoe into the water near Harry. "Get in. I'll steer. I wouldn't want you to pass out trying."
"Why are you acting so mean?" Harry asked, looking hurt.
"Uh – because...!" she stammered. "Well, it's night, isn't it? Us girls do weird things you know."
Harry nodded, getting in the front of the boat and taking hold of his paddle. Hermione got in and started paddling, a lot better than Harry expected.
After quite a long time, they finally reached the islet. Hermione steered the canoe to be parallel to the shore, and held it in place as Harry got out. He shivered. It was colder on the islet than at camp. Looking suspiciously at Hermione, who was looking around, he thought about how she could test if it was really she. How am I going to test her? Maybe I should ask her a question only Hermione would know. He pondered for a question. That won't work – Hermione knows the answer to everything...hmm. Suddenly, it hit him. I got it! Hermione has said quite a few times how handsome I am, so that's what I'll test her on! I'll just use the same stuff I used on Cho. Only Hermione could give me the correct reaction!
"Why don't you start on that walk, Harry?" Hermione asked. "I'll just, uh, tie up the boat."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Hermione, how about we forget about that walk and do something... different?" he asked.
"Don't be an arse. You go on ahead. I'll catch up,"
"Now that we're alone, why not have a little... fun?" he said, moving closer to her.
Hermione backed up and tripped on her feet. "Fun? Uh, maybe not. I – I'm not your type. Really!"
"Reeeaaalllyyy?"
"Re – really!"
Harry moved his face closer to hers. Who are you really? He thought. Fess up...
"Harry! Remember! We're friends!" she said hastily.
"So?" he said, closing his eyes. His nose was touching hers now. Don't make me kiss you, you freak. I'd rather not have another scar. He thought.
Hermione made a weird morphing noise. "NOOOO!!!" a boy's voice called.
Harry opened his eyes. He stared into a pair of cold gray eyes and screamed as well.
"Who the hell do you think you are, Potter???" Draco yelled.
"I knew it wasn't really Hermione!" Harry shouted triumphantly. "You took a polyjuice potion!"
"It was only so I could trick you into following me out here," Draco shrugged. "But ewewewew! You pervert!"
"Me???" Harry retorted. "You're the one who changed into a girl!"
"Well you put the moves on me!"
"Only to get you to fess up!"
"I told you I wasn't your type!"
"You're sick, you know that, Malfoy?!"
"You're sick!"
"You're sicker!"
"Screw you, Potty,"
"Screw you harder, Ferret,"
Draco smirked. "Well, enjoy being stranded on this island. I on the other hand, have to go back to camp."
"In what?" Harry laughed.
"The canoe, you –!"
Harry pointed to the canoe. The waves had carried it halfway into the lake, making it unable for anyone to reach it.
Draco's jaw dropped as he stared at the stranded boat. Harry burst out laughing.
"You'd better shut up!" Draco threatened.
"Or what? You'll diss my socks or something?"
"No! Although, they are hideously cheap,"
"Yeah, well, why don't you and your socks go and swim to the canoe if you want it so badly,"
"Are you mad?! They'd be completely ruined if I swam. Dry clean only," he took them off and showed Harry. "Look! They even have little puppies on them."
"Malfoy, I'd love to stay and chat about your dry-clean-only-designer-puppy socks, but I've got to find a way to let everyone know we're stuck here."
"Fine. But don't expect me to help," Draco huffed, sitting down on a patch of grass. "Woofy and Woofy Junior need some quality time with their daddy." He said, nuzzling his socks lovingly.
A/N: Little baby Draco has puppy socks? How cute! Well, as he said, Draco needs to spend some quality time with, er...
Draco: "Woofy and Woofy Junior, you idiot!"
A/N: What did you call me, punk???
Draco: "Well, you wrote it. You should at least remember what you wrote."
A/N: I TYPED it. (Faces reader again) So anyways, did I fool you into thinking it was Hermione? He he he, now Draco and Harry are stranded together! Will they ever get off? Stay tuned. :D