Author Notes: I think I should just mention that the previous scene was very hard to write, because I don't actually know CPR. I did a bit of reading up on it, though, but I don't consider myself an expert. I do know that broken ribs happen more often then not, and a cracked rib will not impede movement. So if it seems very wrong, I apologize. Feel free to flame me. ; D Also, thank you OfBloodAndTears, green-eyed blonde, and emeraud.silver for the reviews! I appreciate every single one of them. And naturally xOhxSnapx. You are my muse even when my brain has died!

After nearly dying, Draco decided that it would be a good idea to be nicer to the Boy Who Lived To Be A Pain In The Arse And Eventually Save Him From Homicidal Foliage. With the way this wretched jungle was turning it out, what with dragon half-breeds (he'd hate to think what would happen if they ran into one crossed with, say, a bear) and deadly Devil's Snare, he had a very bad feeling that they'd be running into more heaps of trouble and he'd need Potter's help. Even if it meant using him as a human shield.

Mostly he decided to be nice because Potter was carrying him through the jungle. At first he'd been horrified with the idea. Then embarrassed because he couldn't walk on his own. Now, as Harry stumbled and plodded on in the heat, Draco was quite grateful that he didn't have to walk himself. He also thought that Potter only took this sort of torture because Draco had almost died. And because he'd broken one of Draco's ribs. It wouldn't kill him, of course, but it was extremely painful. It was probably just a mild facture, anyway. Still, Draco couldn't help but enjoy the treatment, even if it did make him feel slightly like an invalid.

Besides, whenever a scary shadow appeared, Draco felt much better with Potter. Not that he'd ever admit it. He wouldn't admit that he'd started slightly at a mere bush, either. But who could blame him, really? He'd nearly been strangled to death by vines! Or when the Demon Dog jumped out of the underbrush at Harry in play, and Draco had to clench his teeth to keep from gasping. But this was the Demon Dog. The thing was damn scary just by looking at him. Draco did not get along well with any sort of animal; much less one that looked like it could take his head off in one bite.

Eventually, Draco began to doze off. It was hot and muggy, and Potter's pace had finally steadied and was rhythmic. He hadn't eaten or slept in two days. He'd denied the dried bird strips Potter had tried to force him to eat after the incident. He claimed his throat was too sore to eat anything. He had a hard time drinking water. This was somewhat true. Mostly Draco just didn't want to eat some strange bird cooked over a fire. Disgusting.

So, he began to nod off, despite various attempts at trying to keep himself awake. He was quite unaware that, when he'd fallen asleep, he ended up snuggling obscenely up to Potter, resting his forehead in the crook of the Gryffindor's neck. He was also completely unaware of Potter's look of unease as he did so. He also missed Potter's look softening.

He grumbled in annoyance when Potter shook him awake. They were finally leaving the jungle, and the once distant trail of smoke was now very close and it was very obvious that it belonged to a settlement of some type. Huts with roofs of some sort of hard grass and immensely large leaves came into view eventually.

"Do you think you can walk now?" Potter asked, and Draco inwardly groaned. He didn't want to walk. He was sleepy and it was far too much effort. He yawned, noting that the sun was dipping past the horizon of hills. "I can transfigure you a crutch."

"Yes," Draco grumped. "And I can do it myself," he added for emphasis. He stood lightly on his feet, standing straight and trying his very best to ignore the sharp, stabbing pain in his side. He went to bend for a stick or something to transfigure himself a crutch, before nearly toppling over. This was not good. Potter reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him, and Draco scowled. He then reached down and handed Draco a stick. Stupid Potter. He could practically feel the smugness radiating off the other boy. He promptly transfigured the stick into a crutch, and found it helped slightly.

Potter waited until Draco started walking, limping heavily, before he followed. Draco noted that he stayed behind Draco, as though keeping an eye out for anything that might sneak up and try to kill him, which caused him to sniff indignantly. Devil's Snare was very tricky stuff. Just because he had nearly died one time, didn't mean he didn't know how to take care of himself. For this reason, he decided not to speak to Potter and give him the cold shoulder.

It was effective, since Potter seemed slightly put off as they walked towards the small settlement. The Demon Dog seemed strangely apprehensive about the place, and despite Draco's dislike of him, he, too, felt a certain feeling of impending doom, not unlike the feeling he'd had just before he'd been grabbed from behind by a wild, carnivorous plant. This caused him to hesitate slightly, and Potter nearly bumped into him. He shot the Gryffindor a scowl, before limping onward.

"Well," Draco said, stopping just on the outskirts of the little village. "This looks very promising."

"They'll probably be able to help," Potter tried to point out, but Draco brushed him off.

"Help in what, exactly?" Draco frowned, looking over at Potter. "I bet they're cannibals."

"They're not cannibals!"

"How do you know? We don't, do we? Maybe they have pet Snares and they unleash them into the jungle to catch their unsuspecting prey," Draco continued. "They probably –"

Draco was suddenly cut off by a loud yell. Someone in the village had spotted them. A man in brightly colored clothes that made Draco cringe. He already knew he wouldn't like this. They had absolutely no sense of style, this was for sure. Potter began to drag him toward the village, which was a very hard thing to do because he obviously didn't want to hurt Draco and it was hard to be dragged and walk with a crutch at the same time. Draco took his crutch and hit Potter in the back of the knees in an effort to get the boy to let go of him.

It was not unusual for Draco to feel badly about something. Very rarely did he ever feel good about anything. He was not sorry for this, but he had learned to trust his instincts. As he and Potter approached the village, many male villagers gathered at the edge (or at least, Draco thought they were male. Their hair was very long and they were all very large and well-fed, and for all he knew they could have been very beastly women.) They were all holding very threatening looking spears, and Draco stayed a good foot or so behind Harry as they walked.

They were only a few meters away when the villagers aimed their spears at the two boys and their companion dragon hybrid. Draco took the opportunity to break the silence by whispering over to Potter.

"Cannibals."

"Shut up," Potter hissed back and Draco folded his arms across his chest as best he could while leaning on the crutch. The largest man out of the bunch waddled forward with a very grim look on his face. He then spoke, and left both Draco and Potter staring wide-eyed.

"Goo hata denala dago uma."

Draco snorted. The foreign words were spoken in a deep guttural way that sounded absolutely ridiculous. Potter kicked his crutch, nearly knocking it out from beneath him. Since Potter didn't seem to have a clue about how to correct the situation in which they couldn't understand a thing the villagers said, Draco sighed exasperatedly and lifted his wand, pointing it at his ear. "Agnosco Dico."

Almost immediately Draco began to understand what the village leader was saying, and almost immediately did he understand why he had had such a bad feeling about this in the first place.

"You stole Grand Latrator," At this the ugly fat man pointed at Anubis.

"Wait – we didn't –"

"You must pay for this crime by way of water."

"What are they saying?" Potter asked, and Draco glanced over at him.

"They think we stole your stupid demon dog and now we're going to 'pay for our crime by way of water'. What the hell is that supposed to mean anyway?" Draco snapped irritably.

"Then you will be consumed and your crime will be atoned for."

"Consumed?"

"Eaten by our people."

"I knew they were cannibals."

"Time to leave then?" Potter asked from at his side.

"You betcha."