A/N: Yes another chapter :) I have to say thank you to my wonderful BETA who has edited the first eleven chapters so far.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed too. I really liked your reviews. I hope I have answered some of your questions in this one.

Sadly, now for the bad news. This story has finally caught up with the number of chapters i have pre-written. That means right now I'm in the middle of writing chapter nineteen. Now don't think I have no clue of what I'm going to write. I have a whole plot and many notes written down, it's just that now it may or may not take a little longer for updats. For one thing my school starts on Monday. I'm not saying that that will slow down my writing, because it usually doesn't I'm just giving it as a warning.

Oh and plans for C19-which I should put in the end but eh don't feel like making to A/N. There might be a physical fight. Oh and I haven't forgotten about our favorite Parkinson :)

Eighteen: Can Idiots Survive Without Women?

Ginny looked up at her brother in alarm. She wasn't even thinking about Hermione, her best friend who was the first to get caught in the plant. Well she didn't even know what she was thinking before. Trying to get up from the tree she was leaning on was hard. When she was squeezing Malfoy she had used him as support. However, after she left his arms she fell back onto the tree for support. It was hard trying to get up. She bent down as best as she could and then groaned in pain.

"My leg…it's broken," the pain suddenly started to spill through. She winced when she tried to move it. She was shocked by the fact that she hadn't realized this before.

Malfoy was also not the one to think either during the situation. He didn't really think about if she was injured. In fact he didn't recall worrying about himself either! All he remembered from just a few minutes before was trying to run in any direction as fast as possible. Another part of risking your life for other people: you never really thought about it. It was as if a large stone of knowledge just hit him in the face and showed him the truth about Potter's life. Though that was a terrible metaphor, Draco felt as if he could finally just start to comprehend the life of an Auror. He always assumed that they would be the same as Death Eaters, except just not wanting to kill muggles. They were just out there to stop Death Eaters. Although he was beginning to comprehend Potter's life he still did not want to be part of it. It was part of his Slytherin and Malfoy blood that made sure he would not become to attached to this sort of life. After all he did grow up in a house for eighteen years of his life where Potter was considered an idiot and muggles were believed to be scum. That would be something really hard to erase in a man's life.

Harry came up and examined her leg. Neither Ron nor Harry demonstrated any gratitude for Malfoy. The man did save their sister's life, (as Harry now thought of her as one) but they acted as if they didn't notice she was in grave danger. The good thing was that Ron seemed to also have not noticed what kind of predicament his sister was in minutes before. How he could not notice Ginny in the arms of Malfoy was in itself astounding, but it must have had something to do with his best friend.

Ginny was angry with both Harry and Ron for not even trying to save her. She was not even important to them. She hmphed! when Harry came close to her and folded her arms across her chest. Harry of course being the ignoramus he always was failed to notice that or the fact that Ginny was pretending to stare off into the darkened sky. The stars were now starting to shine and the island just looked enchanting. She inadvertently sighed, and Harry looked up at her with a quizzical look.

"Give me my wand. It's just a fracture, these sort of things are easy to mend," still refusing to look at Harry or her brother she gave her hand out, while the other arm was still folded against her chest.

Malfoy wasn't really paying attention. His focus was at Harry. The lout believed he could fix a leg. He couldn't even heal his own scar! The glare on his face seemed to be enduring. After a few moments he realized there were two glares that were mirroring his own.

"Malfoy give her the wand. We have to get back to Mione!" Ron growled.

"It's a good thing that you left the mud-blood alone for now that plant can get rid of her," He replied laughing.

Ron looked fiercely at him and then turned to run back to his friend. Since his sister was safe she would be fine with Harry. The girl had to help Hermione next. He didn't notice that Ginny was angry with him and not Malfoy. The thing that surprised him when he was about to leave was that he saw Malfoy quietly giving the wand to Ginny, without any snide remark or difficulty.

"Os Infigo" Ginny stated pointed her wand to her leg. When the spell failed Harry took his wand out and tried to repeat the spell.

"You're doing the wand movements incorrectly," She said in a dull tone. The tone was only to prove to Harry that she was angry with him but he didn't seem to notice. He just looked curious. Damn him.

"It's a strong flick, not a light one. And you have to keep it there for just a few seconds."

Harry did what she told him to do, but the spell just shot flowers out of his wand. He took the flowers out and then gave them to Ginny and grinned. She threw the flowers away and groaned tilting her head back on the tree.

"Potter probably couldn't even heal a feather! He still has that damn scar on his head after all," Malfoy said snickering at his inability to perform a correct spell. Although they were on an island that made their wands malfunction he probably could do the spell. And he did. What was that? Three spells that were useful, that didn't work for Potter's wand. This was turning out to be a better day then he expected. Now if only that flesh eating plant had eaten the mud-blood he wouldn't trade the day for a night in heaven. Now his glare turned into a small grin that was again received with another death-glare. Did these people know any other expression? Mentally he counted the number of expressions he could give to them without being a glare, but they seemed to know only that one. No one seemed to have been paying attention to him for both Harry and Ginny were gazing at her leg.

Ginny got up from the tree and tested her walking abilities. After a few easy steps she was able to walk fine. She would run to Hermione, but her leg was still tender so she walked as fast as she could. When she arrived at the scene Ron was hovering all over Hermione, who was laying down on the sand unconscious.

"We thought we stunned her by accident so we used Ennervate. That didn't bring her back into consciousness."

"How did you save her?" She said putting emphasis on the last word.

"Well we stunned the plant but before it was completely paralyzed it flung her out to this spot. We used a Wingaurdium spell, but she was unconscious anyway."

Ginny examined Hermione, none of her bones seemed to broken. The girl was lying haphazardly on the ground, her leg askew in what looked like an impossible position. Ginny positioned the leg into a more fitting position; the leg was bruised a little but surprisingly was otherwise intact.

"You didn't stun her she is just unconscious. I'll just use a spell to awaken her," Ginny said more to herself then to the boys. When she tried the spell she groaned in frustration for once again her magic failed her.

"Show me the spell and I'll do it," Ron said.

As the spell was shot at Hermione the girl fidgeted a little and slowly opened her eyes looking straight up at Ginny. She then tenderly touched the back of her head and gradually brought herself up to a sitting position. Everyone except Malfoy, who was busy examining the rest of the island in his current standing position, watched Hermione with intense anticipation. Hermione then raised one of her pant legs up slowly to examine her injured leg, the one that had previously been lying askew. After being satisfied with that she examined the rest of the island, and then looked up at Ginny expectantly.

"So," Ginny paused, "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, my head aches a little but that is all," Hermione replied in a more curious than factual tone. Her eyes were wide and calculating.

"Oh ok, well we'll just expand the tents here and rest for the night," Harry said getting up and motioning to Ron. He took this time to prepare himself for an argument with Malfoy. Of course Malfoy would refuse to set up the tents, but Harry of course would then annihilate the man's room.

"Alright do you feel like resting?" Ginny asked in a kind tone.

"Sure, but I have two questions. Where am I? And who are all of you?"

Ginny clenched her eyes shut for a second and opened them back up in an expression of utmost stress. The girl was suffering from memory loss. Without Hermione there was a slim chance of survival with the three dunderheads. It could be temporal amnesia. She went to find her trunk near the tent, which was still shrunken. Ginny asked Ron to bring it back to its size and then looked through the contents. She found her healer's guide and went back to Hermione.

Sorting through the pages she found a guide to memory loss. It required a simple antidote, but she did not have the main ingredient. The plant that was needed only grew in desert areas, and looking at the tropical climate of the island there was no chance that she would find it here. It looked as if she would have to use the muggle method, they would have to wait for it to wear off. After doing some simple tests she diagnosed that Hermione was suffering from Retrograde Amnesia.

"Hermione you have amnesia. Since you don't remember us at all, do you remember magic?"

"Well of course, I have a wand!" She said pointing to her magical device, "And I went to school, I just don't remember school."

"What kind of spells can you do?"

Hermione paused and started to think intensely. She looked as if she were a small child trying to figure out a question they knew the answer to but had forgotten it for the moment, "I don't know."

"Ok well my name is Ginny, and that person right there who is working on the tent is Ron my brother. The person there who is doing magic is Harry, and the man who is standing near the water by himself is Draco but we all call him Malfoy."

"Why?"

"Well we don't really get along with him. All of us went to school together and he was in the house that no one liked."

"He lived in a house?"

"When I mean house," she paused thinking of a way to deal with this, "In school all students are divided into four sections, and the section is called a house. Malfoy was sorted into the house that we do not like."

"Why do you not like it?"

She sighed. This was a terrible day, she was almost eaten alive by a plant and her best friends didn't even try to save her. In fact her worst animate enemy was the one who had saved her. If Hermione weren't in her usual state they would probably never get off this island. She called for Harry and Ron to come over and explained the situation to them. They were very concerned for Hermione, as usual which made Ginny even angrier, and then she left them with a huff. The boys started to explain the whole system of magic in England and then how they had gotten on this island. Ginny took this time to get changed and go off to bed. Of course she cared for Hermione, but her anger had gotten the best of her. The two boys would be able to take care of the girl. After all they always did. Before she drifted off to sleep the question came to her mind, "Can idiots survive without women?"