Six: One Found One Lost

"I know I have such great looks, but gawking like that can be irritating after a while," Draco Malfoy said in his usual, arrogant tone.

That was an ironic statement; the current state Malfoy was in wasn't anything a wizard would gawk admiringly at. His once rich and expensive robes were torn and shredded at the bottom. His face consisted of many scars and a deep gash was seen right above his wrist. The shirt that Malfoy wore under his robe had seen better days, and had red stains all over it. Though he himself looked unstable he was currently holding a wand that looked perfectly usable.

Ginny was shocked completely. How could he have been here? Was he the one who sent them here? Could Ron for once be right with his crazy accusations? That didn't make sense looking at his current state. She looked over at Harry who seemed to be having the same thoughts. They continued gawking at him for what seemed like minutes, until Hermione and Ron had come running towards them.

From afar they had seen another figure of the party they thought should have only consisted of two. Since there seemed to be nothing going on between the three, Hermione assumed that they had found the person Ginny had fled from. She told Ron, who became excited. He believed that whoever it was would help them get off the island. If it was a native, maybe there was some sort of specific system that would send them back to London, or at least to the hotel they originally wished to go to.

He started running towards the figure, completely forgetting Hermione for a moment. When he did remember her, he turned around to wait for her, but saw that she was zoomed right past him. Getting a little frustrated, he decided to have a race with Hermione and he ran as fast as he could.

He lost, but blamed it on the fact that Hermione got a head start.

When they arrived they were panting and froze when they looked upon the face of their mortal enemy. Draco Malfoy was on the island.

Ron raised his arm in a position that looked as if he were about to trounce Malfoy. He was angry. "Malfoy, I can't believe you sent us to this island! Get us off of here!"

Instead of replying, Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ron for less than a moment. Ron was obviously still not worthy of the attention of the last Malfoy.

"Look at the state of his robes. If he really was out to get us, would he be in such a position? That gash on his wrist looks pretty bad, what if poison was able to get into his blood stream? It's four against one here, unless you are planning to ambush us," Ginny said. Ron lowered his arm and just decided to glare at him instead.

"No Weaselette, I'm here because of that bloody portkey," Malfoy said while brushing the dirt off his shoulder. He had to look clean although it was obvious that no one would think that. It was apparent from his robes that he was injured and from the paleness of his skin (which seemed like an impossible shade) they could all tell he was very weak. Why did he have to find them? He almost wished he had met the Dark Lord instead. Of course that would be an almost, for that wizard would have killed him instantly for being physically weak. Life was clearly just unfair.

"Portkey? You mean you were there the day at the Portkey Post?" Hermione asked.

"Oh I forgot, it didn't seem important at the time. Well of course it wasn't important. I'm not the kind who tells their life story to everybody. Even my best friends," Harry started to ramble. He looked up and saw that everyone, but Malfoy was waiting patiently for him to answer. This island was making him ramble. That is obviously not a good sign since they have only been on the island for more than a day. "Malfoy and Parkinson were on some honeymoon trip. We sadly met them on our way to the station."

"Well that seems just lovely! I don't even want to think about a pug-nosed Parkinson with a disgusting ferret," Ron said irritably.

"Does that mean there are other people on the island?" Ginny asked.

"Maybe if we get together with everybody else, we could all build a ship or something," Hermione said. Now that they had time to discover parts of this island, they could probably create some magical device to guide them back. Hermione remembered that somewhere in the book a compass spell, similar to what Harry had used during his Third Task in fourth year, would help. However, the one thing she was worried about was if they went out on sea and their magic would stop working because of the peculiarity of this island.

During their conversation, Malfoy was trying to interject, but every time he raised a finger to say something he was interrupted by the other's conversations. He was starting to get annoyed, but he didn't want to anger Scarhead, the Weasels, and the Mud-Blood for he had to ask them something. Currently, life seemed to have turned upside down. He would never in his life ask for anything from the Mud-Blood or Weasel, maybe Potter if he was chained upside down in a dragon pit, but this was just outrageous. He had to ask one of the low-minded filthy wizards a question, one which he probably would regret asking. He abhorred this island, and hoped that a storm of lightning would strike him down. Actually, he would rather have the idiots struck down by lightning. He should be a survivor.

"That would be great if we built a ship, but we wouldn't know where to go!" Ron said.

"Well it was just a thought. Maybe with more people there are more great minds. That way we could all find a way to get off the island," Hermione said not telling them of her theory that would dampen their moods. She wanted to give them a little false hope and have them enjoy their 'vacation' while it would last. Now she too could smell an adventure coming by that both Ron and Harry wouldn't notice until it was almost palpable.

"Maybe one of the natives has a magical map," Harry included.

"That would be great, wouldn't it just be!" Ron said dreaming to get off of the island.

"The problem with that is, that they are all just ideas of our imagination. Nothing ever goes as perfectly as we wish it to," Ginny said sadly. She was never the pessimistic one, just always trying to bring the reality to the situation. Her brother often went off on large tangents.

"How come you are sometimes too wise?" Harry asked Ginny, smiling.

"Sometimes? I am just myself; I did take a philosophy class in Mediwitch School, though it was in my first year. I forgot most of it," Ginny said laughing.

"How is that wise in any way?" Ron said. He didn't think that was a wise statement. In fact he probably could come up with a better wise statement that would impress everybody else.

They continued laughing about how Ginny was either wise or unwise. Feeling a little left out, Hermione created some random quote that she believed was wise. However, it had no relation to their current topic and the four of them just ended up laughing.

"Do I have to take off my robes and wave my drawers above my head to get your attention?" Draco Malfoy said loudly. When they all stopped laughing and focused on him, he turned a very slight shade of pink.

"What do you have to say, Malfoy?" Harry spat.

"If you haven't noticed, I found you and somehow your conversation changed from me to some ludicrous ideas of philosophy. It looks as if you don't even know why I am stuck on this ridiculous island."

"That's great Malfoy, but is there any reason you are here or is there any way we can get rid of you?" Ron asked rudely.

Hermione glared at him, "Ron, he needs help, look at him!"

"I don't need your help, Mudblood. I was going to ask if any of your wands work. I can't seem to use any healing charms and after…" He stopped quietly.

"Well since I am a mediwitch, I am inclined to help you. After all, it's in the book of healers' rules that every healer must help every creature when they are in need of help. Even if you wish not to be my patient, I am obligated to help you unless of course you are a Death Eater," Ginny said in a haughty tone. She remembered just the way he acted in the Portkey Port and did not really want to speak to him.

"Ginny, don't help him. He is a Death Eater. In fact when we get off this island we should be able to arrest them. With Harry, we could do anything!" Ron said and almost everybody rolled their eyes. Sometimes they wondered why they didn't just use a silencing charm on him.

Hermione was about to say something to Ron, but Harry asked Malfoy, "What was it you were going to say Malfoy? After what happened? Where's your fiancé?"

"Parkinson isn't my fiancé, Scarhead. And I don't need your help, Weasel, I'll leave once I find a way to get off this island," Malfoy said irritably. He could do it himself. He was right. He regretted even finding them all on this island. Malfoy imagined escaping and laughing at them while leaving them stranded. After all, he also didn't want to be around the trash.

"Oh shut up, Malfoy. We all know you yourself can't find a way off this island. And that gash above your wrist looks really bad," Ginny said.

"What happened?" Harry repeated.

They were all very curious as to why and how Malfoy was stranded on the island too. Maybe this was a clue to how the four of them got here. Could it be true that more than one Portkey malfunctioned? If this was true, Hermione imagined the amount of damage that would be done to her project. Malfoy would most likely sue anyone who created the Portkey Port, and her whole project would be ruined. However, that did mean less work to be done. At the same time, she was a little worried about Malfoy in a non-business way, as well. If he died, of course many legal obligations would surface, but also she didn't really want to see Malfoy die in front of her. There was enough of that during the war. Also, it would ruin the recently created Witch Weekly's Top Ten Most Eligible Bachelor List. What a catastrophe it would cause among teen-witches. When in the business, one must always think of the teenagers, who had the free money to spend. In the non-business way, Hermione didn't feel it would be politically correct to enjoy the death of Malfoy. After all, he was a 'fellow student' at Hogwarts. There had to be some amount of empathy there. The same kind of thought encompassed the minds of Harry, Ron and Ginny.

Malfoy had seemed to ignore Harry's question. It seemed as if the same old Slytherin and Gryffindor tensions would never subside. Even with this, Ginny decided to do something. Her Mediwitch senses were tingling and she had to do something about it. Ginny had rolled up Malfoy's sleeve, and put pressure onto the deep gash, but he recoiled from her touch. He didn't want Weasel filth to touch her.

Draco arrogantly pulled his arm away from Ginny. He wiped some sweat off his brow and finally breathed, "Pansy's missing." He glanced at everybody once again and then fainted.