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Chapter Fourteen: It Can't Get Any Worse
Harry started to collect sticks and logs to make a fire.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked rudely, peering out from his socks that he held to his face.
"Gathering firewood for a fire," Harry replied. "Then, when people see the fire, they'll come over and rescue us."
"Whatever, Potter,"
"You know, you could help,"
"Yes. I could,"
"Well, then help me,"
"I would, it's just that I don't feel like it,"
Harry sighed. "The longer we're stuck on this island, the longer you're stuck with me." He said in a singsong voice.
"I'll help!" Draco said instantly. He went into the forest. "Here's a real beauty you missed!" he called.
Harry went over to Draco, pushing back the tree branches in his way.
Draco stood proudly by a tree. "I just can't pick it up, is all. It's quite heavy, and it's stuck to the ground too."
"That's because it's a tree," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
"So let's chop it down!"
"We can't, because we haven't an ax. Even if we did cut it down, it'd be no use in being firewood because it'd still be moist inside,"
Draco shot Harry a mean look. "Well, at least you know something." He spat, and went back to the clearing at the shore.
Harry followed him, picking up the dry twigs as he walked.
"Augh!" he heard up ahead. Harry ran up to Draco, to find him sprawled out in a patch of mud.
Harry burst out laughing, looking at the muddy blond boy. "Well, that's your mud-mask treatment out of the way for today."
Feeling his face grow warm, Draco threw a handful of mud at Harry. "You'd better shut up. My puppies don't like mud."
But Harry laughed harder. "Oh sorry, I forgot to ask how they were. So, are your little puppy-socks ruined?"
"Are you insulting my socks?!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, I'd hate to ask what's on your socks. The usual white, I presume?"
"Nope. Gray."
"Gray? How boring. My puppies are cute little yellow labs."
"Did you accidentally drink a truth serum or something?" asked Harry; laughing so hard he was crying.
Draco glared at him. "With pink bows!" he smirked. "Think you can do better than that, Potter?!"
Harry took a moment to catch his breath.
"I'm going back to the shore now," Draco said proudly, thinking he had out- done Harry. Although, it is kind of hard to act proud when you're covered in mud.
Harry stayed a little longer to collect any more firewood that was lying around, then headed back to the clearing as well. When he arrived, he found Draco sitting in the sand crying. "It just can't get any worse!" he moaned, trying to wipe the mud off his socks.
Immediately a crash of thunder was heard, followed by a bolt of lightning, and finally a ton of water poured down. (A/N: It's official: Whenever someone in a story/movie/whatever says, "it can't get any worse" it starts to rain.)
Harry ran over to his woodpile. "The firewood! It's getting soaked!"
Draco held up his socks, crying harder. "My socks! They're dry-clean only!"
"We have to find shelter!" Harry stated. "Come on!"
Draco whimpered, clutching the socks, as Harry grabbed some large leaves and tried to make a shelter.
"I never knew you could be such a crybaby," Harry said.
"I'm used to living in luxury." Draco drawled. "You can't expect a well- brought-up city boy like me to be able to stand the harsh nature of your world."
"Whatever you say," Harry shrugged, yawning. "I'm going to try to go to sleep." He said, closing his eyes and shifting around to make himself comfortable.
"Hey! You're hogging all the leaf!" Draco complained, tugging the leaves closer to him.
"Now I'm freezing!" Harry hissed, tugging it back. "Look, I'll have half and you have half."
"Fine," Draco agreed, taking half.
Harry rolled over, shutting his eyes.
"...Who lives in a dumpster, behind KFC..." he heard a quiet voice sing.
"What are you singing?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"...Har-ry, Pot-ter!" Draco continued. "Oh, sorry, is my lovely voice interrupting your slumber?"
"You don't have to use fancy words with me, Malfoy," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "We all know you're stupid."
"'We'? It's only the two of us here!" Draco pointed out.
"Shut up, I need sleep," Harry mumbled, going back to sleep.
Draco scoffed. "I'm never going to be able to sleep in all this!" he complained, gesturing to the dirt and leaves.
"Too bad for you, your royal highness," Harry replied.
"I thought you were asleep!" said Draco.
"Me too, but I guess I'm not." said Harry, shrugging. "'Night."
Draco sniffed, trying to make himself comfortable.
"Stop moving!" Harry grumbled, to which Draco elbowed him in the back.
Long after Harry fell asleep, Draco was still awake.
"...Mom... Dad... nooo..." Harry mumbled in his sleep. "My scar... Voldemort... deatheaters... puppies..."
What's this? Draco thought. Scarhead talks in his sleep? This could be fun. He made his voice go higher. "Oh, Harry! It's your beloved... um..." Darn, I can't do that; Potter's got no girlfriend. No surprises there. "I mean, uh..." he made his voice go lower. "It's Voldemort! I'm going to kill you!"
"...no... not the socks," Harry mumbled.
"Yessssss! The ssssocksssss!" Draco hissed, trying not to laugh.
"...You can't... do... this..." Harry mumbled defensively.
"Oh yes I can! Beware, Potter!"
"But I forgot... to say... goodbye... to... Malfoy..."
Draco looked confused. Still keeping his voice low and sinister, he asked, "But why would you want to do that?"
"Because... I ..."
"Yes?"
"I..."
Draco started biting his nails. Jackpot! Jackpot! He thought excitedly.
Harry sat up fast. "PSYCH!" he yelled in his face.
"What was that for???" Draco yelled back.
"Oh, come on! I don't really talk in my sleep, but you thought I did!" Harry laughed, by now fully awake. "I just needed a good laugh. You're so easy!"
Draco pounded his fists on the ground angrily. "Good night!"
"Night!" Harry said, falling asleep with a grin on his face.
Draco glared at his sleeping form. That twit. I'm going to dip his hand in warm water! So he got up, collected some rainwater that had been lying in the sun, and put Harry's hand in it. Hahaha... now who's easy?!
A/N: I'm betting you thought Harry would say he loved Draco, am I right? How many times do I have to remind you that they're both heterosexual? :D I was going to end the chapter at the part where Draco says that he "can't sleep in all this", but I churned out more because I want to make my chapters longer. They are a tad short, no? But good all the same, I hope! More later. Have a wonderful day...
Harry: "PSYCH!"
Chapter Fourteen: It Can't Get Any Worse
Harry started to collect sticks and logs to make a fire.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked rudely, peering out from his socks that he held to his face.
"Gathering firewood for a fire," Harry replied. "Then, when people see the fire, they'll come over and rescue us."
"Whatever, Potter,"
"You know, you could help,"
"Yes. I could,"
"Well, then help me,"
"I would, it's just that I don't feel like it,"
Harry sighed. "The longer we're stuck on this island, the longer you're stuck with me." He said in a singsong voice.
"I'll help!" Draco said instantly. He went into the forest. "Here's a real beauty you missed!" he called.
Harry went over to Draco, pushing back the tree branches in his way.
Draco stood proudly by a tree. "I just can't pick it up, is all. It's quite heavy, and it's stuck to the ground too."
"That's because it's a tree," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
"So let's chop it down!"
"We can't, because we haven't an ax. Even if we did cut it down, it'd be no use in being firewood because it'd still be moist inside,"
Draco shot Harry a mean look. "Well, at least you know something." He spat, and went back to the clearing at the shore.
Harry followed him, picking up the dry twigs as he walked.
"Augh!" he heard up ahead. Harry ran up to Draco, to find him sprawled out in a patch of mud.
Harry burst out laughing, looking at the muddy blond boy. "Well, that's your mud-mask treatment out of the way for today."
Feeling his face grow warm, Draco threw a handful of mud at Harry. "You'd better shut up. My puppies don't like mud."
But Harry laughed harder. "Oh sorry, I forgot to ask how they were. So, are your little puppy-socks ruined?"
"Are you insulting my socks?!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, I'd hate to ask what's on your socks. The usual white, I presume?"
"Nope. Gray."
"Gray? How boring. My puppies are cute little yellow labs."
"Did you accidentally drink a truth serum or something?" asked Harry; laughing so hard he was crying.
Draco glared at him. "With pink bows!" he smirked. "Think you can do better than that, Potter?!"
Harry took a moment to catch his breath.
"I'm going back to the shore now," Draco said proudly, thinking he had out- done Harry. Although, it is kind of hard to act proud when you're covered in mud.
Harry stayed a little longer to collect any more firewood that was lying around, then headed back to the clearing as well. When he arrived, he found Draco sitting in the sand crying. "It just can't get any worse!" he moaned, trying to wipe the mud off his socks.
Immediately a crash of thunder was heard, followed by a bolt of lightning, and finally a ton of water poured down. (A/N: It's official: Whenever someone in a story/movie/whatever says, "it can't get any worse" it starts to rain.)
Harry ran over to his woodpile. "The firewood! It's getting soaked!"
Draco held up his socks, crying harder. "My socks! They're dry-clean only!"
"We have to find shelter!" Harry stated. "Come on!"
Draco whimpered, clutching the socks, as Harry grabbed some large leaves and tried to make a shelter.
"I never knew you could be such a crybaby," Harry said.
"I'm used to living in luxury." Draco drawled. "You can't expect a well- brought-up city boy like me to be able to stand the harsh nature of your world."
"Whatever you say," Harry shrugged, yawning. "I'm going to try to go to sleep." He said, closing his eyes and shifting around to make himself comfortable.
"Hey! You're hogging all the leaf!" Draco complained, tugging the leaves closer to him.
"Now I'm freezing!" Harry hissed, tugging it back. "Look, I'll have half and you have half."
"Fine," Draco agreed, taking half.
Harry rolled over, shutting his eyes.
"...Who lives in a dumpster, behind KFC..." he heard a quiet voice sing.
"What are you singing?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"...Har-ry, Pot-ter!" Draco continued. "Oh, sorry, is my lovely voice interrupting your slumber?"
"You don't have to use fancy words with me, Malfoy," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "We all know you're stupid."
"'We'? It's only the two of us here!" Draco pointed out.
"Shut up, I need sleep," Harry mumbled, going back to sleep.
Draco scoffed. "I'm never going to be able to sleep in all this!" he complained, gesturing to the dirt and leaves.
"Too bad for you, your royal highness," Harry replied.
"I thought you were asleep!" said Draco.
"Me too, but I guess I'm not." said Harry, shrugging. "'Night."
Draco sniffed, trying to make himself comfortable.
"Stop moving!" Harry grumbled, to which Draco elbowed him in the back.
Long after Harry fell asleep, Draco was still awake.
"...Mom... Dad... nooo..." Harry mumbled in his sleep. "My scar... Voldemort... deatheaters... puppies..."
What's this? Draco thought. Scarhead talks in his sleep? This could be fun. He made his voice go higher. "Oh, Harry! It's your beloved... um..." Darn, I can't do that; Potter's got no girlfriend. No surprises there. "I mean, uh..." he made his voice go lower. "It's Voldemort! I'm going to kill you!"
"...no... not the socks," Harry mumbled.
"Yessssss! The ssssocksssss!" Draco hissed, trying not to laugh.
"...You can't... do... this..." Harry mumbled defensively.
"Oh yes I can! Beware, Potter!"
"But I forgot... to say... goodbye... to... Malfoy..."
Draco looked confused. Still keeping his voice low and sinister, he asked, "But why would you want to do that?"
"Because... I ..."
"Yes?"
"I..."
Draco started biting his nails. Jackpot! Jackpot! He thought excitedly.
Harry sat up fast. "PSYCH!" he yelled in his face.
"What was that for???" Draco yelled back.
"Oh, come on! I don't really talk in my sleep, but you thought I did!" Harry laughed, by now fully awake. "I just needed a good laugh. You're so easy!"
Draco pounded his fists on the ground angrily. "Good night!"
"Night!" Harry said, falling asleep with a grin on his face.
Draco glared at his sleeping form. That twit. I'm going to dip his hand in warm water! So he got up, collected some rainwater that had been lying in the sun, and put Harry's hand in it. Hahaha... now who's easy?!
A/N: I'm betting you thought Harry would say he loved Draco, am I right? How many times do I have to remind you that they're both heterosexual? :D I was going to end the chapter at the part where Draco says that he "can't sleep in all this", but I churned out more because I want to make my chapters longer. They are a tad short, no? But good all the same, I hope! More later. Have a wonderful day...
Harry: "PSYCH!"