Authors Note: I don't know what it is about the Harry Potter stories that engenders such filthy thoughts in people…but here is the result of yet another deranged brainstorm.

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Damned By Their Own Hand.
Colin Creavy sat huddled near the back of the cave, gently caressing his beloved camera. His clothing was torn and stained with over a months travel through some of the harshest landscape the world had to offer. Colin, himself, was thinner than he had been during his years in Hogwarts, but his musculature had hardened under the strain of long travel…they had been unable to risk apparation or portkey travel, because it would have been far too easy for their hunters, forHer,to detect.

They?

Of course, Colin's companion…who was currently watching out the cave mouth, listening to the sounds as the Amazon jungle slipped slowly into its nighttime cycle.

"This is all your fault, you know." Colin muttered resentfully for perhaps the thousandth time since they had fled into hiding.

Draco Malfoy glared back at his companion. Draco was just as bedraggled as Colin, more so, as it was such a contrast to his usual immaculate grooming. "Shut up." He growled, turning his attention back to the jungle.

"I know you have a history with her, but did you have to involve me?"

"Shut up."

"I mean, of all the possible things to actually pay attention to in Muggle Studies…"

"Shut Up."

"We're both going to die."

Draco snarled, "Will you shut up. Merlin's Ball-Sack, you're a whiner. How in Morganna's name did you manage to end up in Gryffindor?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Anyway, it was obscure. I didn't expect her to notice…"

Colin just stared back in amazement. "She's the most brilliant witch of our generation and a muggleborn…of course she's going to spot it, and understand the significance. Just how did you manage to slip this by me anyway?" Colin held up the yearbook for Draco's graduating year at Hogwarts.

The book was open to a page featuring a single photo featuring just three people.

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and…

Hermione "Fingercuffs" Granger.

"I mean, did you think you were being cleaver or something? She takes Muggle Studies too you know. She saw that movie as well. It was reasonably fresh in her memory…and her memory is perfect." Colin had put the book away again and was staring nervously at the very tense Draco.

"I don't know what I was thinking, except maybe to get a little revenge against the mudblood whore who cost my family so much. I just cast a simple glamour over the typeset so it would look normal when you reviewed it. Something I picked up in the Malfoy Codex." He sighed and returned his attention to the outside world.

"We're going to die…" Colin whimpered.

"Shut up." Draco beat his head against the stone of the cave mouth.

In the distance, Harry Potter watched them. They had done well to situate themselves so cosily, and would be safe from the elements for a time.

"A cave, deep within the darkest heart of the Amazon rainforest. Hermione will be hard pressed to locate them here. They should be safe for a couple of weeks, before she tracks them down again." Harry mused.

He nodded to himself in satisfaction, and disapparated back to England.

AN: No, it wasn't my brainstorm...and I think they borrowed the idea from Chasing Amy...