Author's Note: Thank you, reviewers!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sterzlee: Sorry about making the Hippogriff tribe lose so many times like I did. I actually planned out who was going to get voted out when before I even started the story, and I accidentally made the Hippogriff's lose 3 people in a row. Sorry about that.
Cherrycanarycream: You're in China?! Cool! There was a girl from my camp who lives in China. Anyway, the 'ships are my favorite part :(
Firehottie: Oh, and I have
Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've been really busy with school starting up again and I've been having somewhat of a writer's block. I was sick of the annoying lettering of "aLiE-fElToN" so I changed my username to alBBie! Don't ask lol Anyway, back to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for George Probst (but not his brother) and Dan Greenbaum.
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DracoSo there we had it; our first Tribal Council. I can't exactly say that I didn't enjoy it. I completely knew that I wasn't a threat, and I'm more than happy to have Padma gone. She was really getting on my nerves. She didn't even flirt with me. I mean, who has the nerve to do that?
The next morning I was up bright and early fishing because I couldn't sleep. I got out of the water and immediately was dragged over to sit on a long line of rocks jutting into a shallow area of water.
"So Draco, that relationship between you and Hermione sure is heating up, eh?" Dan replied starting up a conversation.
I could feel my cheeks flush slightly. "What can I say? I'm really attracted to Hermione. She's a great partner to be in this game with. I really think we'll make it to the top," I responded.
"You overheard Dean, Seamus, and Ron discussing their suspicions of you two. How does that make you feel?" Dan inquired.
"Seeing Dean, Seamus, and Ron talking about how they knew stuff about Hermione and me didn't really threaten me too much," I answered. "I know we can still beat them in this game. And besides, they don't know anything for sure. They're only, like, what? 50 percent sure about all this stuff? I'm pretty confident in Hermione and my status and strength in the game, and I'm not going to let that falter because of some stupid blokes plotting in a corner."
"Hmmm... Interesting..." Dan responded, scribbling some stuff down on a Muggle notepad. "But Seamus said that he had seen you and Hermione when you two kissed for the first time. Isn't that somewhat of a threat?"
"No one believes a word that comes out of Seamus' stupid mouth," I replied truthfully. "He doesn't know diddly-squat about what goes on between me and Hermione and everyone else knows that."
"Okay, thanks for your time Draco," Dan said, shaking my hand.
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Dean"Good work everyone!" I yelled that morning when I woke up to find everyone basking in the sun and wading in the water. "We are rid of that stupid moron, Padma! But who voted for me?"
Obviously no one responded. I just was very puzzled as to why I was the target of some votes. What had I done wrong? It should have been completely against Padma. I mean, she was the stupid moron who couldn't even swim with two freaking pieces of Styrofoam! But apparently my tribe was too dumb to realize that and wanted to vote off a strong guy like me.
Don't get cocky now, Dean, my conscience suddenly told me. And I better listen to it, too.
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Reward ChallengeNarrator
The Hippogriff tribe woke up the day after the Immunity Challenge to find George entering their campsite.
"Hey, George!" Harry greeted happily, holding out a hand for George to shake.
"Good morning, Hippogriffs!" George responded. "I'm here to tell you about today's Reward Challenge. You are to create a stress signal that both a helicopter and a boat located several miles away will be able to see from their distances. Use whatever materials you need and already possess to do so. When you see a helicopter fly by with a banner trailing behind it that says "Survivor" on it, that is your signal to start the signal and show it off, do whatever you need to do, for two whole minutes."
The members of the Hippogriff tribe nodded, showing their understanding of the challenge.
"Want to know what you're playing for?" George inquired.
"Oh yeah!" the tribe replied excitedly.
"If you win, at this time tomorrow your tribe could be sitting around, eating a delicious breakfast of croissants, bagels, juice, muffins, pancakes, waffles, whatever you want to have, we'll have it tomorrow morning for you if your signal is better than the Dragon's," George informed us. "So, I'll see you later. Good luck."
"Okay, lets start right away. We need as much time as we get because we don't know when this thing's going to fly by," Luna commanded, taking initiative to be the leader.
"What's a helicopter?" Ginny wondered aloud.
"Lets go people! My plan is to spell out "save us" or something in the sand and-"Luna started.
Harry cut her off. "No, we'll write SOS in the ground. It's the international symbol for help, pretty much. We should spell that out in the ground, light some stuff on fire and run around with it. They love having people move around."
"Good idea," Luna responded. "Neville, Harry, and Ginny; work on spelling out SOS in GIANT letters. Parvati; we'll gather materials for them to work with and for us to set on fire. Everybody, break!"
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Dragon TribeOver in the Dragon Tribe, things weren't quite as peaceful.
"No, SOS is an international symbol that everyone knows! We can't write anything else besides that!" Hermione was screaming at Seamus, defending her idea. "We have that written in the sand for the helicopter to see- we can even set it on fire- and then we'll have other people running around and waving stuff and yelling! I'm telling you, it's the best idea!"
"No it's not, and I don't like your cocky attitude," Seamus was arguing. "I think I know a bit more about this than you do-"
"Why!??!?! Why would you know more about this than I do?" Hermione spat.
"Because I'm a guy! And I'm better than you are and I have better ideas!" Seamus retorted. "We'll wave around our buffs and howl like Indians! It's the best freaking plan there is!"
Hermione inwardly wished that Draco would come to her defense, but she knew that he was keeping quiet for the sake of their relationship.
"Okay, lets take a vote then, shall we? My smart idea that makes sense, or Seamus' insane excuse for an idea?"
"Why don't we just combine the two ideas?" Ron suggested. "We'll make a flaming SOS symbol and then have people running around with the buffs, as Seamus suggested."
"FINE!" Seamus and Hermione shouted angrily in unison.
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Hippogriff TribeOne hour later the Hippogriffs had blazing branches ready to run around with, and SOS spelled out in the sand so big that people in outer space could probably see it. Well, maybe not that big.
Suddenly the helicopter flew by, its sign trailing by it in the wind. Luna and Parvati started running around in circles as fast as they could, screaming at the top of their lungs. The other three jumped up and down, trying to attract as much attention as possible.
Over on the Dragon's beach, they weren't completely done when the helicopter flew by. They were having trouble making their fire so they just started running around their half finished SOS (it looked more like SOc) and "howling like Indians" as Seamus had put it.
"This sucks," Lavender grumbled.
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The next morningHarry
I was so surprised and so nervous the next morning when I saw George at our campsite once again the next morning. I automatically assumed that he'd be informing us on our loss of the challenge. But then I noticed the long table of mouth-watering breakfast foods that had been set up in front of our shelter. I yelled and screamed for everyone else to wake up and they did instantly. They, too were yelling and screaming when they saw the set up.
"OH MY GOD WE WON ANOTHER CHALLENGE! WE'RE ON A FREAKING ROLL!" Ginny screamed jumping on me. I didn't even care that anyone could be watching us; I kissed her. Nothing could spoil my mood.
"I guess I don't need to announce anything then, do I?" George joked.
Neville was shoving muffins into his mouth by the fistful, Luna jammed a croissant into her mouth and washed it down with some fresh pumpkin juice, and Parvati was smelling everything for ages before she finally ate it.
Nothing could spoil any of our moods.
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ChoAs George walked down the beach to our campsite, I knew what he was going to say to us before he even did. Our stress signal was terrible and I was 99 percent sure that he was going to announce our loss. And he did.
"Come on, you guys! We need to shape up!" Draco commanded angrily. "We can't let petty and immature arguments ruin our chances of winning. We have to step up and do this!"
I sighed. This game was almost too much for me to handle. Everyone was arguing so much and people were practically going mad on this island. I wasn't sure how much more I could take...
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HarryLater that day Dan Greenbaum pulled me aside and he started to ask me questions about my PDA with Ginny.
"Whatever," I replied. "I really don't care who knows about my relationship with Ginny anymore, because I don't feel like this tribe is so closed off anymore and angry. I think we got rid of some of the really bad and negative people, so even if someone did see us kissing and realized that we were in an alliance obviously, I don't think it would be that big of a deal."
"Interesting," Dan commented. "You may go."
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The next dayImmunity Challenge
Narrator
The challenge today was that the whole tribe (minus Dean and Cho, who sat out) was to be tied together and they had to maneuver through a maze and collect pieces of a staircase, which they had to walk to the top of to win.
The one catch was that the losing tribe would have to vote off two members at tribal council that night. This immunity challenge was a key one for both tribes.
The tribes were tied up until they were both halfway there, when Lavender started tripping over everything and whimpering about how tired and exhausted she was. Then Seamus started screaming at her and telling her to suck it up, which made Draco start yelling at Seamus to calm down, even though now Draco was even more frustrated and fed up than Seamus was. Before they knew it the Hippogriffs had reached the top of their platform and were screaming their brains out.
"SHIT LOOK WHAT YOU TWO BUGGERS DID!" Draco screamed, scolding Lavender and Seamus as two crewmembers worked on untying them from each other.
"Draco, calm down. It's not that big a deal, just vote them off tonight if you don't like them so much!" Cho offered.
"You know what? Maybe I'll do JUST THAT!" and he stormed off.
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Tribal Council"Wow, tough break for you guys," George said as the Dragon Tribe filed unhappily into the tribal council area. "You were doing so well. What was it, seven challenges won in a row? That's got to be a Survivor record. And suddenly you've lost it all. Draco, what is it?"
"Well George, I think that people haven't been paying attention enough and we're all letting our petty differences come between us, which is not at all what we want to happen," Draco explained.
"Draco, you should not be talking!" Seamus snapped, unable to hold his tongue. "You were part of the reason we lost that freaking challenge."
"Seamus, did anyone ask for you to speak?" Draco inquired.
"You guys! Just let it the hell go! No one gives a crap and you're both number one on my list for who the hell I want gone, and it doesn't seem like you're going to move any fucking time soon!" Cho intervened, looking so angry she might actually rip both their heads off.
"Wow, it seems like there's a lot of tension in this tribe," George observed. "Tonight's tribal council will be a bit different; you will each write two names down on one piece of parchment. It sure is going to be an interesting vote tonight. Lavender, you're up first."
Lavender cast her vote, and then Ron was up. He wrote Draco and Lavender's names down on his piece of parchment. "Draco, stay the hell away from Hermione. Lavender, shut the hell up," he said.
When it was Draco's turn, he cast his votes for Seamus and Cho. "You two are both bugging the bloody hell out of me. Sod the fuck off."
Soon they found George saying his usual speech: "Once the votes are read, the decision is final. The person voted off will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I'll read the votes. First vote, Seamus and Cho. Second, Draco and Lavender. Seamus and Lavender. Draco and Seamus. Lavender and Cho. First person voted off tonight, fifth person voted off Survivor: Wizards, Seamus." He snuffed Seamus' torch and announced that the tribe had spoken before continuing. "The other person on Seamus' parchment was Draco. That's two votes Cho, three votes Lavender, and three votes Draco. Second person voted off tonight, and sixth person voted off Survivor: Wizards, Lavender."
She tearfully stood up and got her torch snuffed out by George.
"The tribe has spoken," he informed her.
"Bye," she said sadly, turning and walking off down the badly lit path.
"Time for you to head back to camp. Think about this; were those votes for better or for worse?" George said for effect.
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Author's Note: Phew, that was very, very long. Please review or else all my very, very long time spent typing will be for a mere nothing :(
