Survivor: Harry Potter Style

Harry sat nonchalantly on the warm sand and began to dig through his bag. The first object that he extracted from it was a brand new quaffle, which Sirius had bought him before the trip. He gazed down at the smooth ball. Just then Hermione sat beside him and proceeded to search her bag as well. She picked out small objects and casually placed them on the ground next to Harry, before continuing her bag investigation.

Harry looked down at a stick of lipstick in the sand and picked up. He slowly removed the cap and began drawing on the quaffle.

"Harry! What on earth are you doing?" Hermione questioned. Harry had drawn a smiling face on the red ball.

"What do you think we should name him?" Harry asked as if this was nothing at all. "How about Adidas? Doesn't it mean 'from land' in Latin or something?"

"Harry it means from giving. Why the hell are you naming a quaffle in the first place?"

"Just incase."

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Lily stood at the edge of the small cliff and looked down at the water below, crashing gently on the helpless shore. She felt the tender, warm wind sweep over her body and decided to jump into the water below. A voice snipped the silence and she jolted her head behind her.

"Don't do it," Draco said.

"What?"

"If you jump in, I'm gonna' have to jump in there after you." Lily hadn't the slightest idea what he meant. She decided to play along as sarcastically as verbally possible.

"You'll be killed," she said in her 'damsel in distress tone'.

"I'm a good swimmer."

"The fall alone would kill you."

"It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. To tell you the truth I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold."

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? We're in the middle of the Caribbean and the water is only five feet below us. " she said in a very calm voice, as if Draco had completely lost his mind.

"Oh nothing. Allow myself to introduce...myself."

"I know who you are already."

"Okay."

"Are you drunk?"

"Likewise,"

"Okay..."

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Ginny looked up at the coconuts. The brown fuzzy objects were swaying in the breeze. She had concluded that it would be wise to load up on provisions incase they might need them, but staring up at the fruit, so high in the tree, made her skeptical. With a sigh she began ascending the trunk, clawing at the bark. She eventually reached the coconuts and attempted to pull the fruit from the twig which bound it to the tree. It wouldn't budge. She pulled harder. Suddenly, a horde of large brown birds began to dive down at her, pecking her mercilessly. She yelped and fell from the tree into a small bush with a thud. To her surprise she heard laughing from behind her.

"Gin you are such a dork sometimes!"

"Ron! I was just trying to get some coconuts," Ginny croaked.

"That wasn't a coconut! I come to see what all the commotion is, and here I find you, yanking on some bird that was clutching for dear life to that tree."

"Ron?"

"Yes?" Ron snorted, still shaking with laughter.

"I think I'm stoned,"

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The heat from the flames was extremely relaxing. Hermione was immensely proud of herself for building the fire, and she had discovered such pleasantly fragrant plants to burn. She felt someone come up from behind her and she didn't even have to turn to know who it was. Even over the aroma of the fire, she could smell his cologne.

"What do you want Draco?"

"To know where you found those plants," he said.

"What plants?"

"What plants?" he imitated. "Do you know what it is you're burning there, honey?" Normally Hermione prided herself in her knowledge of everything, but she had no idea what he was talking about. "That's weed! No wonder everyone is so high!"

"That's ridiculous!" shouted Hermione. However, just then she glanced over at Harry, who was making out with Adidas and had ripped off his shirt.

"Wouldn't tell Ginny if I were you," Draco murmured. "Not too long ago I was in Titanic mode. I didn't really know who I was. It was awesome."