A/N Sorry for the long wait I just was waiting for my BETA. I think she's on a last minute vacation so she hasn't been editing as usual. So i decided to update.

Sixteen: Hermione's Turn

Ron and Harry had decided to take this time to try to learn how to fish. Ginny did complain that eating fruit wasn't very filling for their stomach, and Ron's stomach agreed. Harry tried to transfigure a broken tree limb into a fishing pole. When he stayed at the Dursley's one of the only channels they would allow him to watch would be the fishing channel, if they ever permitted him to do so. Little did they know that one day that channel would come to use for Harry. However, transfiguring something that wasn't taught in McGonagall's class turned out to be something very difficult. He would have asked Hermione for help but she seemed very anxious at the moment. One thing he learned about girls in school was to never bother a girl when they are worried about something.

Hermione and Ginny decided to take this time to rest. They had a very long day. Ginny curled up in her bed and fell asleep while Hermione was pacing around the whole tent. She was very nervous and tense. Right before Ginny fell asleep she felt bad for Hermione. She could just imagine Malfoy calling her a filthy mudblood then throwing her out of his room. Though she imagined that Malfoy had probably used some sort of blocking spell to make sure that no one that was not of his blood could enter.

After over an hour's nap, Ginny finally woke up and yawned. Hermione was sitting right next to her as if waiting for her to wake up. She gave Ginny a worried expression. All Ginny could think of doing was getting up to hug her friend.

After that Hermione finally said something, "He's awake, but still in bed."

"Just go into his room, I really don't think it would matter."

"Please can you just come with me?"

Ginny thought about it for a moment. Why would Hermione ask her to come with her? Wouldn't that just make her more nervous? Then again Hermione was always weird when it came to relationships, "Sure."

They both walked out of their tent. The first thing they saw was Ron chasing Harry around the sand. Harry was manically waving a large fish over his head while Ron chased him with an infuriated stare. Apparently, Ron had actually caught that fish but Harry decided to claim he was the one who caught it. Ron wishing to impress Hermione and his sister wanted the fish back. As the girls went inside the boys' tent they both shook their heads.

Draco Malfoy was currently lying face up on his bed with both his hands underneath his head to support it. One leg was dangling off of the bed while the other was up on it. He felt good relaxing in this room. Although this wasn't something he was used to, as whenever he stayed at a hotel the room was at least one hundred times more luxurious, he felt a smirk come upon his face. Knowing that his room was much better than Scarhead's or anyone else's comforted him. The thought that Ginny would not tell anybody about his secret also relieved him. He had to believe her for she was after all a Weasley, who believed in 'integrity, justice, and morality'. The one thing he knew that the Weasley girl would ask him before they got off the island was to confess to the Ministry or at least her three other bloody friends. All he had to do know was to avoid her from asking that question and he was all set.

He heard some movement in the tent, which meant that someone was coming to see him. It couldn't be Potter or Weasel for they were currently acting like deranged imbeciles. When he had awoken from his sleep he had gotten up to see what the other four had been doing. He hoped that they hadn't just left him, for he couldn't find his wand. What he saw was a sight that shocked him. Apparently, Weasel and Scarhead were amidst a love affair. They were currently doing their queer mating dance. Scarhead was holding a fish on top of his head while Weasel was prancing after them. Malfoy was interested in it at first, wishing he had a camera to show the world the truth. He always thought that Potter would be interested in the female Weasley, but he was wrong. The Daily Prophet would have a field day if they heard about this. However, once he started receiving mental pictures he decided to lay down again. He did NOT want to see any relationship that Potter had in his mind.

Draco waited for the girls to arrive in his room. He did hear two pairs of footsteps meaning that either Ginny told Hermione, his heart dropped when he thought this, or Ginny was going to ask him to tell Hermione. He would never tell the mudblood anything. In fact he would rather receive mental pictures of Weasel and Potter. Now that he was thinking of both he almost felt like banging his head on the wall.

Hermione entered his room, and Malfoy ignored her presence. The Weasel girl wasn't entering so she must have told her already.

"Malfoy…erm…Draco I have something to say."

He refused to look at her and pretended to be interested in the comforter that covered him. The comforter was beautifully embroidered, when he was transfiguring an old blanket he had imagined the comforter he had back at the Manor. Of course this wasn't an exact replica for it took professional wizards three years to create a magically and beautiful warm comforter that was suitable to his needs. Now in this predicament he decided not to be too fussy.

"Draco!" She paused. Why the hell was the girl using his name? Something must be really wrong then. She told the queer men. "Draco look at me."

He decided to face his doom and looked just beyond her shoulder. Hermione decided this was the best that she could do.

"Draco…" He waited for her to finish. What was it…lifetime in Azkaban? Torture by his worst enemies? Being forced to watch Weasley and Potter all day? He thought how hard it would be for a wizard to Avada-Kedavra himself, "I…alright I will just say it… I-think-I-have-feelings-for-you."

He got up from his resting position and raised an eyebrow at her. What!…wait…What?

Since he didn't seem to say anything Hermione continued, "I know you have feelings for Ginny. For why would you spend such a long time with your hated enemy? I know how you look at her. When you pretended to lag behind you always watched her. I think Ginny feels the same way because why would she lag behind too? I don't know what to do but if you refuse me then I'm taking Ginny with me and we both will find a way off the island together. Without you guys. I just need to know what you think about Ginny, because I couldn't stand it if the man I'm madly in love with loves another," she covered her mouth when she said the last thing.

"Granger…what the hell are you on? Did you accidentally drink too much firewhisky? More importantly, where did you get the firewhisky? I personally don't like firewhisky but if there is some alcohol…" He said. Malfoy was just relieved. So Ginny hadn't told Hermione. However, now the more important problem dawned on him. The mud-blood was crazy too. How were they going to get off the island now? And they all thought he would go mad first. Where was Pansy when he needed her? The Weasel girl was probably the next to go insane. If this disease were contagious then maybe he would be better off alone. It figures that when he was on an island with the four alleged heroes he would be the only sane one. Where was everybody when he deemed the four of them insane?

"I need to know what your thoughts are Malfoy," She said seriously.

"First of all I detest you. I don't want any mud-blood in my room. I'd like you to move your bloody carcass out of my room. This place was clean before. Second you are just infatuated by my angel looks and lavish life, and 'love' is for idiot females who believe in such a thing. Third, I would rather give up my Manor then even look at you or the Weasel girl."

Hermione turned around to look at Ginny who gave her a sad look. The look was only for her friend's defeat. She would have to bring out the tissues and spend the night in Hermione's room to comfort her. The poor girl.

"Oh Thank Merlin!" Hermione said breathing a sigh of relief. When Malfoy gave her a look that suggested she was insane and Ginny gave around the same reaction Hermione thought it would be best if she explained what she was doing.

"I don't know if Ginny explained this to you Malfoy, but the spell she used to heal you was Dark Magic." Malfoy didn't know this, and knowing Dark Magic it would have consequences, "One of the side effects were an eternal bond between the caster and the person the spell was casted upon. I was just making sure you two didn't have this bond."

"Wow Hermione! I don't know what to say. I'm just amazed."

"Yeah well I should go tell Harry about that fish that was caught." Hermione said quickly. Now she felt uncomfortable in front of the two of them. She did just trick them. She stepped out of the tent and shouted at Harry, who was still being chased by Ron, "You know that fish isn't edible! It's poisonous to eat."

The fish that was previously raised above Harry's head was now thrown back at Ron, "Oh yeah I know… Ron caught it." Ron through a glare at Harry then told Hermione desperately, "I did not catch it. It just landed on the shore." The two boys started arguing and Hermione decided that she would have to be the referee today.

Meanwhile, Ginny was about to leave the tent to see what the boys were up to when she heard her name being called faintly, but not gently.

"Did you really use Dark Magic on me?" Malfoy asked a little surprised the Weasel would go that far.

"Yeah, I didn't seem to think of any other choice." Ginny replied believing that Malfoy was impressed by her use of magic. She didn't like that.

"Why that could destroy your career, why did you do it?" He really was curious.

"I don't know about you Malfoy, but when a person is in severe danger you don't just leave them to die. No matter how deep the hatred goes, of course unless you were Voldemort. Maybe that is another thing that divides us into Slytherin and Gryffindor. And Death Eaters from Aurors."

She was right for once. None of his friends would have done this for him. Even if he was remarkably attractive. Dark Magic was to be used only for victims, rarely was it used for healing. He would be the type of wizard that would be left behind, even in a situation where it wasn't dangerous to take the time to heal another. This was just another thing that surprised him about the moral and values of the people on the other side. However, his other thought was that it was smarter for a person to leave the other. Otherwise it would be likely that two would be in a nasty predicament. Then again she was in no danger.

"Well Malfoy you should get ready. We have to find your friend," she stated and then left the tent.

"Right…my friend," He said quietly lying back down on his bed.

Within an hour's time the five of them were all ready to get going again. They ate fruit again for dinner. It was pretty late outside but they wished to progress as far as possible before resting for the night. Ginny and Hermione walked together this time. Hermione hoped that what she did didn't ruin the friendship between them, but Ginny didn't seem to be bothered by what she did. Ron and Harry walked ahead and Draco once again was left in the back just a few feet behind the two girls. He was watching Ginny intently wondering why she would risk losing her job to save him. He still detested her, but now he was starting to understand the girl.

"You know I was thinking about the Dark Magic spell you used and some other problems came into my mind," Hermione said while walking past what looked like twenty-foot tall budding flowers, "After all you can't trust Dark Magic."

Ginny nodded with agreement, "Yes I was thinking that too. How could I use Dark Magic and have nothing go wrong? It was the first time I have used such Magic since my second year in school…and I was possessed when I used that!"

"My thoughts exactly," Hermione said with an affirmative sound. Ginny looked down at her feet thinking she needed to get new shoes. She was paying attention to Hermione, but when talking with her you needed to learn to do two things simultaneously so why not practice? "The thing is…is that how could the two of you be alllllllllll…"

Hermione had let out a scream and Ginny looked up to see where her friend was. She was being dragged into the darkness of the forest by something she was about to recognize when something lifted her up high in the air. The ground was far below and her heart starting racing heavily.