Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The setting however, is completely out of my strange, crazy imagination... MWAHAHAHA!
A.N: Just to clarify, part of this chapter, well, most of it actually, was written completely for my somewhat vindictive pleasure. The boy mentioned is not a character in any book, so don't try looking him up. Just bear with me for a while as I exact my imaginary revenge.
Competition was getting fierce in the Harry/Draco surfing showdown. Both took spectacular falls off the breakers and swallowed a record amount of sand. Small scuffles were breaking out on the beach as well. Neville now was sporting a black eye and Crabbe a swollen lip.
"Come on Harry!" Luna yelled.
"Kill 'im Draco!" Pansy Parkinson screamed. The girls scowled at each other and broke out in yet another fistfight.
"You know," Hermione remarked, "Draco looks a little differently proportioned than I remember."
"And how would you know that?" snapped Ron, glaring daggers at her. "You actually notice that?"
"Hmmm," Hermione said, puzzled and completely ignoring Ron.
Suddenly, both Harry and Draco were washed up on the beach, neither moving. Harry got up first, spitting out his twentieth gallon of sand saying, "How 'bout a draw Malfoy?"
"Oh, but I'm not Malfoy!" the pseudo-Draco proclaimed. "I am the one, the only, BLAKE!" He pulled a hidden zipper on his back and stepped out of the Draco costume, revealing a dark-haired sixteen-year old who used way too much hair gel.
Me, the angry author: What are you doing here?
"Number one runners like me can go anywhere they want."
Angry author: But this is a fan fiction. Real people can't be in here!
"What about you?"
AA: Um...I'm different.
Everyoneon the beach was now looking for the mysterious bold-print speech coming from nowhere.
AA: Get out of my story!
"Make me!"
AA: Grrrrrr...
Suddenly, a conveniently close flock of seagulls swooped down on Blake, pecking and, well, you know, on his over-inflated head. He took off down the beach, still pursued by the flock and some squirrels as well.
"Squirrels? What are squirrels doing on the beach?" Blake yelled behind him.
AA: It's my story; I make the rules.
The strange, speedo-clad pale man and his sidekick stopped their unfruitful attempts to get into the water and stared after him.
"It's Potter! After him!" You-know-who screamed, "Come Wormtail!" And they both took off down the beach after the ill-fated Blake.
AA: Ha! That was satisfying... on with the story!
At that moment, the real Malfoy emerged from the tent, tied up in beach towels yelling, "GET ME OUT OF THESE THINGS!"
"Should we help him?" Nita asked Kit.
"Nah... why don't we just leave him there?"
"Students, students!" Professor McGonagall yelled into the crowd, "Remember, this isn't only a pleasure trip. We're also here as an educational experience, so go learn something!" Grumbling, the Hogwarts students turned off their radios and fanned out on the beach.
"Hey, Kit. Why don't we go for a walk while they're... er... doing whatever they're doing." Nita suggested.
"Sure, let's go."
A.N: I know I probably shouldn't bring my private life into my fics, but thanks for bearing with me while I tormented Blake. I really needed to vent some spleen... Anyway, who will our heroes meet in the next chapter? Find out when I update! Woo! There will be people from other books and maybe movies in the next chapter, so give me a little while to put it together. R&R please!