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The Green Games:Chapter Thirteen (HP/HG Crossover)

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Draco dealt with the spider invasion like he'd dealt with everything else in his life; as a Malfoy. In layman's terms, he simply survived with ease. Well, he hadn't been exactly attacked. The spiders couldn't have broken through his elaborate shield works even if they tried, and besides, he knew they were coming anyway. It didn't take an idiot to put the rustling and the large webs he'd seen prior on his nightly stroll. Unless all the rest of the tributes had not been in the area that these appeared, well, and maybe they wouldn't have known, they'd have to all be idiots.

But they all knew from Lupin and word of mouth that one of the challenges would be spiders. Game makers wouldn't want to wait until the end so that the tributes could prepare for something. No, he was expecting this to be the first hit, and was not proved wrong.

And it had been a delightful summer day. Not the sweltering heat of the first day, but a day that had he been at home, he may have flown down to pond on the manor property and swam around for a while. It was, if not for the spiders, a rather nice and relaxing day.

One spider had been stupid enough to try to attack him, try to get through his thick wall of protection. He'd quickly dispatched it- and people said these things were hard to kill! Draco scoffed at the thought, as he prepped a knife after he'd dragged the beast into his circle of protection. He wasn't going to waste any piece of this thing, no matter how horribly disgusting it was. It was nearly as bad as that bloody bird that had attacked him third year.

But only nearly.

He harvested all the venom he could- Slughorn had immediately sent down vials as soon as he'd seen on the TV of him dragging it to him. He was well aware of the market price of the venom, and if he lived to get out of here, he might be generous to give Slughorn a vial or two and make a quick buck off the rest. If he was going to die, it was deadly venom to make sure Pansy went down with him. The only thing that was slightly worse than Pansy and Draco winning together was Pansy winning alone.

She'd kill everyone; she'd made that very clear. And Draco would be damned to admit it, but to see Hermione and Ernie (who he thought had the best chance of surviving) be killed merely by her obsession for glory would make him sour forever.

Draco had already decided if it came down to it, whether or not they'd been each other's first everything before she got all crazy, he would kill her.

It was, after all, just the way the game was played.

Spider meat was not the tastiest meat in the world, but it was food and it was there. Although, he did cast a freezing spell to put it away until he was really desperate after cooking a small bite. You know how most foreign meats taste like chicken? This, of course, was the sole exception. It tasted like an overcooked, burnt slice of bacon that had been shoved under a counter by accident and found a month later.

The rest of the spider was carefully stripped of the skin and whatever 'bones' (although it didn't technically have any, it did have some thicker muscles and other innards) that he put into a hole in the ground of supplies. Honestly, looking at the assortment, Draco was stupefied about what exactly he'd do with them. But he was confident that given time, he'd figure something out.

Lastly, ducking his head out, he dragged the spider back outside. He contemplated pushing it farther away and out of view, but realized he didn't really care. While he knew probably all the girls and even some of the guys would be completely grossed out at the curled, dead body of the spider (in its smallest form, he'd heard Daphne screaming about it) but these sorts of things had yet to phase Draco.

In Healer's lessons, they'd dissected things. Seen the ins and outs of a human body. Went on a field trip to see burn victims, war heroes horribly disfigured, and much more.

But you know the sad thing? It wasn't even close to the vileness seen at Hogwarts. If the adults had been around to witness the transformation from Dumbledore to Voldemort, they wouldn't be squeamish about this either. Not when his house was on the other end of the wand, the ones pointing it at students and cutting them open. Not when it was all covered up so nicely, like nothing ever happened to him.

Oh, Draco recalled with a scowl the day that Potter and his friends were parade up there. There was so much blood and other vitals on Charlie Weasley that Draco didn't even recognize him. After the night was over, he'd gone back to his room and barfed, unable to handle it. Flint had kicked him for being so cowardly, and strangely after that, it was all the same to him. Nothing bothered him. Nothing seemed gross.

Perhaps it was why a healer was a good choice for his career. Guy who los this hand? No problem. Delivering a baby? Fact of life. Even the Green Games, while extreme and now part of his life directly, weren't as bad as that first night.

The other side reminded him firmly that after that night, he didn't want to hurt people; he wanted to help. But he had to stifle his urge all through school lest someone find out and he be punished for choosing the wrong side. It wasn't until the ending of his seventh year he finally thought he was free, ferrying himself to Healer classes because he was the eldest in the school and no one could counter him. It had been a good couple months, he reflected. The Green Games were an inconvenience.

What did he do with all his time in which he wasn't going off looking for people to murder like others were probably doing? Honestly, a whole lot of nothing much.

But that wasn't entirely true. He had constructed a bed for himself, tying branches together until he had a frame, collecting gallons of moss in his arms and using a preservation spell on them so they wouldn't go hard, and finally spreading his sleeping bag he'd nagged on top of that. Under the roof of the precipice he'd come to call 'home' for now, it was all clay and dirt, so he dug shelves into it.

When he wasn't doing that he was strengthening his wards. It was his job as a Malfoy to know the shields around his house, and they were extensive and difficult. Even recreating one took a lot of energy on his part- and he was covering an area that was probably fifty times smaller than the manor's whole land. He couldn't imagine one person making thirty-some enchantments over an area that huge, especially because he was a good spell caster and just one taxed him nearly a whole day.

And not that he expected to kill someone, but if it came to defending himself, he wouldn't hesitate and therefore he also practiced his wandless magic.

When he heard the cannon, he'd been slicing apart the spider. He paused, looking up, trying to guess whom it was. Had it been not a day with spiders attacking, he would have guessed someone who wasn't very good at anything, and that they'd fallen and impaled themselves or something. But since it was such a day, it could be anyone.

It could be Pansy, he contemplated with a smile. Oh, wouldn't that be great. It could be Hermione too, he reminded himself, and a flinch of a scowl crossed his lips. He didn't want Hermione to die, although the reasons why escaped him.

Ah well. He'd find out soon enough. Someone would send a note down and tell him. Although he asked his parents not to (and it was clear so far they hadn't listened), he was fairly sure they'd spend the whole of the Malfoy treasury to get him out alive and keep him as comfortable as possible while here. At least they cared enough to that. Pansy's parents were wealthy enough, but you didn't see them sending down little packages from her mother saying that she loved you, in case it was the last time she could.

In that way, perhaps it explained how Pansy was. If her parents loved her a little more-

Draco sighed. That was neither here nor there. No time to contemplate how nicer some one could have been, how less bloodthirsty she may have turned out, because was here now, fighting and kicking all the way.

THE GREEN GAMES

"What do I do with this?" Pansy glanced over to see Daphne grimacing at a dead and very much destroyed spider in the clearing.

"Leave it there, like I care." Pansy said dismissively, annoyed at the attack. If the game makers had wanted some deaths for entertainment, all they had to do was tell her! But because of this, she had two wounded people and a handful of dead spiders that she had no idea what to do with. Could you eat them? Would they even taste any good?

"But it's so dead and gross looking!" Daphne whined, and if Pansy hadn't already been over the top with frustration, the high-pitched complaints sent her over.

"Then fucking drag it into the woods, Greengrass!" She all but screamed, stomping her foot, and scaring the blonde girl more than she'd intended. Daphne didn't ask another question about it, grabbing onto it with a piece of cloth, grunting as she dragged it across the clearing.

Pansy growled in frustration, sitting on the grass, staring over the turned-up field. Not that they hadn't been able to fight off a couple spiders, it was just unexpected. And frankly, Pansy was a wee bit offended. Without her, there would hardly be a game worth watching. Did they think that someone like Lavender Brown would go on a decent killing spree? Of course not. So sending these beasts in with no warning in the middle of the night was not a great way to keep your best entertainer alive.

Even a little sign would have been much appreciated.

Over in the side near the supplies, Blaise was cussing up a storm as Tracey carefully applied some salve to his wound, and bandaged it up. Bloody wanker; Pansy had half a mind to kill him first. He'd thought Pansy had been in trouble, and jumped in front of a spider, and gotten bit.

Pansy had it very much in control, of course, and didn't need half-minded, lovey-dovey eyed boys getting in the way of her plans. It served him right he'd been bit, and she'd almost been upset when someone had sent down the antidote.

Apart from him, Daphne was also wounded, although she was being more of a man than Blaise was about it. It wasn't a bad wound, either, though, Pansy contemplated as she watched the girl still struggle to carry the spiders away. Her shoulder had been dislocated, a fix even Pansy knew how to fix. Yeah, she was sure it hurt like all holy hell, but then again, she could have gotten out worse.

Pansy was quite interested to see who'd died. Everyone had their personal bets, of course, although it mostly stemmed from who they wanted out of the running the most. Nearly everyone had said Granger, which didn't make Pansy as happy as it should have.

Why? Because everyone else realized she was a threat, and Pansy wanted them to be scared of her most. Realize that someone else is worse than her, and loose her grip on everyone. They'd abandon her, or worse, try to rise against her. Now, Pansy was fairly confident in her skills, but to take on six at once? Even she knew those odds.

And what was so bloody brilliant about that Gryffindor anyway? She wasn't in fit all that much, she could hardly lift things half her weight, and maybe she was a little fancy with a wand but you didn't have those here. The most useful she would be, in Pansy's humble opinion, was to keep people alive from eating poisonous berries and whatnot.

And maybe this was her problem. Maybe Pansy should be worrying more about Granger, seeing her as a real threat. There was a very good reason why she'd gotten her score, why so many people wanted her to die, and why so many people similarly guessed her to make it to the end. While Pansy was darn confident in herself, she realized perhaps she'd been a little cocky. Maybe Hermione really was a threat? If then, if she didn't acknowledge it now, she'd be blind-sided later and be killed by stupid mistakes.

Without even realizing what she was doing, she flagged her team-members over. When they were all standing around her, the words found their way from her mouth.

"Who do you think is our biggest threat?" She asked, and everyone looked around warily, "I'm not testing you, I'm just curious." She snapped after a long moment of silence.

"Granger." Corner cracked his knuckles, "Even princesses have to break someday." He said, and everyone murmured in agreement with him.

And there she had it. Not one person had something else to say, and maybe they were going to say Draco (because he was defiantly a dangerous man, which turned Pansy on beyond words) but they all knew better than to say it.

If she only had to worry about one other person besides Draco- who would see the error of his ways soon enough, she reckoned- perhaps this game wasn't as bad as she thought.

"Why is Granger so dangerous?" She asked.

"She knows a lot. Heard she's good at wandless." Zabini said, rubbing his arm and wincing, "She also has a lot of people rooting for her."

Ah, yes, Pansy thought with an inward sigh. One could never underestimate the power of a well-liked person. Even the weakest could become the strongest depending on what sponsors sent them. And now she remembered…everyone liked Miss-Hermione-Goody-Two-Shoes-Granger.

This made Pansy pause. On one hand, kill the strongest now, and ease on through the competition with style. But she wouldn't be nearly as popular after if she seemed like she won easy. If she let Hermione come to her, and won like that, it would be much better for her public figure. But then again, if Hermione was as good as everyone here claimed, there might be a-

Nonsense. Pansy was the best opponent, best player, and best overall here. There was no reason to question the fact that she would be victorious over everyone. While the idea of drawing out the game tempted her, Pansy was also smart enough to realize that making choices like this could be her downfall.

"I think that we need to eliminate our threats then." Pansy said, smiling, "The first proper hunt of the game."

THE GREEN GAMES

"Where to now?" Hannah asked the next morning, as she helped Ernie cook obscurely, because they didn't dare light a fire.

"Old camp?" Elizabeth questioned, but then looked back over the ridge they'd jumped over, shaking her head, "Probably not. I don't know how we'd get over that cliff again."

"I agree." Hermione said, standing with her hands on her hips surveying the water. She kept hoping a ginger-head would pop up. She was terrified it had been Ron whose cannon had gone off last night, and deep down, the twisting of her stomach at that idea was too painful to cope with. Loosing Harry was one thing, and even if she and Ron weren't friends anymore necessarily, it was a whole different agony. It was a different type of dying inside than if Hannah or Ernie were to die at this point; Hannah and Ernie were new, but loyal and with her now. But she and Ron? They had history. She'd been almost embarrassingly in love with him back in her third year.

She wiped her hand across the back of her brows, letting out a long sigh. She forced her eyes away and looked to the rushing water. Taking a moment, she stepped into the first couple feet of the biting current, wiping sand and dirt away from her arms the best she could.

"Hermione…are you okay?" Hannah asked, and Hermione took a couple seconds to realize someone had asked her something. She flicked the water from her fingers, turning.

"Yes. Perfectly fine." She said hurriedly, and before either could ask something else, she pulled her hair back into a messy bun, tying it up with a long piece of fabric, "I think we should head that way. It looks like sparse fields that way, and I don't trust that." She said, pointing over her shoulder…the way Ron had gone.

Ernie and Hannah exchanged looks. Perhaps they thought her choice was based on the fact she didn't want to have to run into Ron's dead body, or his remains. But it wasn't that; that would be stupid. Well, it wasn't completely that. She honestly didn't trust the open fields. More confident people- like Pansy and her group of bloodthirsty teenagers- might stay in places like that, but Hermione was smart enough to keep an upper hand in a forest.

"Can we see if Susan is fine?" Hannah asked in a small voice.

"She's probably long gone, Bananas." Ernie said, scowling, shaking his head, "The spiders would have gone straight through her camp. You know that. Merlin willing, she got away."

"You're right," Hannah agreed, but her shoulders still deflated, "She's probably fine. I mean, she survived the first days, better than anyone thought."

"There's the spirit." Hermione said, smiling, linking her arms with Hannah, "Off into the unknown, yeah?"

The group of four walked four hours. It wasn't the heat it had been the day before, but the moistness clung to everyone. Hermione's hair, if not already completely unimaginable, fluffed out to terrifying heights. She patted it down, feeling the frizz, a couple times, but there wasn't much else she could do. They walked through the forest until they felt themselves going upward, about three to five hours into their walk. So far, nowhere had jumped out as a decent place to set up camp, and Hermione strangely began to miss the clearing they had before the spiders.

The first sign of trouble was when Hannah-not paying attention- walked right into a gigantic spider web. She momentarily freaked out, but when they realized it was abandoned, she calmed down significantly. It was then Hermione took the time to stop and look around. The forest was very much destroyed here, and either someone had fought the spiders here, or something else had happened.

"I think we should head back." Hermione said, eyeing more spider webs up above, growing in size. Sure, they hadn't encountered more spiders, but that didn't mean they hadn't retreated and weren't still around.

"Great. This place is creeping me out." Elizabeth agreed, gently touching a place where the bark of the tree had been peeled back, like a scar, revealing the softest parts.

"Wait!" Hannah cried, jumping forward, grabbing a piece of fabric of the tree, and Hermione was at her side instantly, and a bitter feeling sunk down in her stomach. She glanced, stepping back, seeing the place in the grass where someone had been undeniably dragged. And from the claw marks, places where tufts of grass had been uprooted, and branches or foliage near the base that were scatted on the ground, this person hadn't gone willingly.

"It's Susan's." Hannah said, turning to Ernie especially, clutching the fabric close to her chest, "Her mother made her this blanket, Ernie. So she wouldn't freeze in here."

"Oh, Christ." Ernie gave a low blow through his mouth, staring at it, "So that's it then?"

"We don't know for sure." Hannah said, and went sprinting in the direction of the place they'd all agreed not to go, "I have to see, guys!"

"Hannah! Come back!" Hermione called after her, stomping in anger, before following her. This was perhaps the most dangerous thing she'd done yet!

The group caught up with Hannah where she was crouched behind a thick web, and Ernie opened his mouth to say something, but Hannah shook them a terrified look and shook her head. She pointed out, and each person took turns peering through a place the web had been cut through, and saw an assembly of possibly all the spiders that were left- eight or nine- gathered around something.

Elizabeth grabbed her stomach, turning around and holding in a low groan. "Feeding time." She whispered.

"If it's her- we can't leave her. We shouldn't leave anyone to this." Hannah said. Hermione hated she was right; the Gryffindor inside her wouldn't even let Pansy suffer such a fate after death.

The spiders left were not at the strength they'd been the day pervious, and after Ernie killed the first and Hermione gave all her power to cast Harry's spell, all the rest scuttled away, much rather living another day than being killed again.

Hannah ripped away the spider webs, and immediately turned around and barfed. Ernie shouldered his way to the front, hanging his head. Elizabeth didn't even come near. Numbly, Hermione came forward, and felt her food come up in her throat as well.

"Susan…" She whispered faintly, assuring everyone's thoughts.

THE GREEN GAMES

The day pervious, Susan had returned to her little rock to find her things still untouched, thanks Merlin. She was sure that it would have been taken, but some luck was on her side. There was also a squirrel left, and it had been Hermione.

Susan kicked it away. Sure, Hermione might have been Miss-goody-two-shoes back in Hogwarts, but it was probably poisoned! Did Hermione think Susan was stupid? That she'd fall for that? Susan scoffed angrily, and even though her stomach growled in protest, she threw that squirrel far into the forest.

She hastily packed her things. Hermione would be back with others to make sure she was really dead. She was upset, but could hardly blame her. The game was to kill people, and why should anyone that was usual moral not oblige? If it kept you alive, Susan would kill someone. She'd figure out a goddamn way. She would leave in the morning, she decided, because even killers had to sleep. But the whole night, she just glanced around warily into the forest, terrified that Hermione was going to jump out and snap her neck.

When she left that morning, she was in no state to think properly whatsoever.

Indeed, she thought she was hallucinating when she heard the screams of people and the clicking of some animal. Clearly, she should have slept, she thought.

The unfortunate thing, some would comment later, after the game, that if she had stayed where she was, the spiders would have never found her. Hermione was wrong; they wouldn't have passed through her camp. But because she left, she wandered right into a second group.

Lord, Susan Bones never saw them coming. Not before it was too late.

Immediately, one grabbed onto her leg with its pinchers, and dragged her. Susan screamed and screamed, grabbing onto leaves and trees, begging for help, but got none. Once she was almost sure she saw terrified Lavender in the woods, and called out, but Lavender ran the other way. Some friend she was!

Susan wasn't naive to think that she was getting out of this alive, apart from some unholy miracle. By the time she dropped in a clearing of what seemed to be a thousand other spiders, which all spoke about food, her throat was raw from screaming and she had a voice no longer. Her whole body was shaking, and her heart beating out of her chest.

And in that moment, the only thing she could think of was a fact she'd learned about spiders in class; they ate their prey live. She managed a couple of harsh sobs, and she felt herself being turned over and over, being continually spun into a cocoon.

She would not let herself go out this way. She wouldn't let herself sit for hours of agonizing pain until she finally drifted away after there was nothing left. She couldn't let that happen.

It was a brave choice, they would tell about her later. Little scardy-Susan turned out to be one of the bravest in the games yet. For it took great courage to kill another, but to kill yourself? To know when to say when? That was different.

She had a knife, a puny one, packed away in her pocket. With the little movement she had left, she wiggled it out, and held it firmly in her sweaty fingers. Her other hand reached up and shakily felt for her heart.

On the next time she was rolled over onto her stomach, she put the knife there, and let it sink in deep.

She would not be a meal in these games; she would not be their chess piece.

THE GREEN GAMES

Hermione stared dumbly at her body. From the knife that fell away from her frail body as the binding was unwrapped more, as the pieces clicked. To her calculations, she should have died sometime this morning if she was drained by spiders, but the realization that Susan hadn't let that happen filled Hermione with a grim sense of hope.

Her second thought brought her back to her childhood; in a little box she'd very much like to have forgotten. She had been on her aunt's farm, running around and catching tadpoles and fancy frogs to keep in a bucket for the week. She hadn't been more than six or seven; and it all came back. Her stained dress, her ruined socks and nice church shoes, the smell of the long grass and the way it felt as it tickled her calves as she ran through it, dragging the gallon bucket behind her.

Coming up to the creek, she saw a stately looking frog sitting frozen on a rock. She ducked close, coming nearly up to it, but it didn't move or flinch at all, which Hermione found to be extraordinarily strange. Therefore, she sat back on her haunches and waited, watches, wondered.

All of a sudden, it's eyes just bulged from its head and the skin collapsed in on itself, as if there was no organs inside to hold it up anymore. Hermione had screamed, horrified, as she watched the empty skin float in the water, like a deflated balloon. There had once been a frog there, and in a matter of seconds, it was just…just dead!

Her aunt and uncle had come quickly of course, and both sighed in defeat that their niece had witnessed such a thing. It was this little water-bug thing, you see, and it ate frogs. But not the normal way; it injected it with its long nose and liquefied the insides and then drank it up until there was nothing left but the carcass of the frog.

Hermione had sat wide-eyed and speechless at their wood table, staring out to the pond with horror. She'd asked if it had felt it, or if it was already dead by the time the bug poked it. Her uncle and aunt shared looks, smiled, and insisted that it felt no pain, but from their hesitation, Hermione knew. She knew that that frog had been eaten alive, and well, it probably hurt a lot, up until there was nothing left.

She hadn't visited that pond ever again. As a child, it had scarred her. She'd put it away in the back of her mind, closing it firmly behind doors and doors in the places she kept her worst memories, but here, it sprung back up in all it's disgusting glory, and aptly so.

Because all that was left of Susan was her skin. Even her bones seemed to have been taken from her, and when the knife had fallen away, there hadn't even been blood left to come with. Her eyes were glazed, her whole body dry and frail, like she'd been sitting out and shriveled up. It was a grisly sight, and Hermione was almost sure that after this, nothing else could be as bad.

Ernie covered her body back up with the web, drying his eyes and shaking his head.

"What a way to go." He whispered, wincing, "Eaten alive. Gosh…"

Everyone seemed a little bit more than off after that, and as much as they wanted to sit vigil for Susan, this clearing only held bad memories, and they left rather quickly. Hermione did hear a familiar neighing and turned back to see a flock of threstals, though, and smiled. At least her family would receive what was left of her body so that they could hold a funeral. She was sure that the feeding was partially filmed, and felt the bile rise again in her throat. That was one part, that if she got out, Hermione had no desire whatsoever to see.

The group was silent, and Hermione counted the days that had passed in her head. The pattern of weather was so far pretty unpredictable, and Hermione was sure that wasn't just chance. Oh no, they hired some of the craftiest riddlers to be part of the game-making experience. If you were sly and clever enough, and could handle all the blood on your hands for being part of something so awful, the title of game-maker paid well enough. It was coveted by many Slytherins, which Hermione wasn't all to surprised about.

Now, back to the days.

The first day had been- oh, what was the first day?

Hermione voiced her questions to her group, and not long after, they found a clearing to set up camp in (not nearly as good as their first place, though) and they all sat in a circle, thinking.

"Our first day was…really hot." Ernie said, scratching his head, and Hermione recalled people shucking their thicker jackets the first moment the sun hit their skin.

"Like a really bad or good summer's day, depending on how you look at it." Hannah interjected. Hermione nodded excitedly.

"Season! Yes, describe as seasons." She said, assured that seasons had something to do with it, but wasn't quite sure.

"Second day was cooler, but still warm. More…spring." Elizabeth thought for a moment.

"Mhh, I'd call it spring too." Hermione began to draw in the dirt.

"Yesterday was summer again, and today is the same moist spring feel." Ernie counted off on his fingers, "So…switching between those two? I mean, with only those, how can you be sure that the other two seasons will appear at all?" He asked.

"Because of this." Hermione touched the jacket, "The game-makers…they wouldn't just give us something for no reason, something that would waste money to make. These coats were expensive no doubt." Hermione reasoned, "But I have no idea whatsoever of when it's going to hit. It could be tomorrow for all we know."

"It's only been four days." Ernie said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "You can't possibly figure something out after only four days."

"I guess I'm just going to have to stay alive longer; to figure it out." Hermione said, only half-teasingly, glancing at Ernie.

"If you stay alive for no other reason..." He chuckled, turning over, "Night, everyone. Don't die."
Hi guys! Sorry this update is so late, relatively to some other updates, but I've been rather neglecting all my fanfics, not just you all! (Stupid, stupid school) But hey, it's here, and all good things. Get to find out who died...and wow, next chapter should come out soon. It's a HUGE chapter I've been waiting to write for awhile :)

So...yep :) Thank you Ernie, for those unimaginably original words of wisdom.

So the bug that Hermione talked about, let me just talk about that myself for a second. So back in my junior year of high school, I was totally blindsided and we had to read this story about the author re-telling seeing this happen, but of course in much vivid and disgusting detail than I did, and I was sick to my stomach as we read it. Go to school the next day and my teacher's like 'Oh, it's a real bug! Let's watch a video of it happening!' and I knew I'd be sick if I did so I didn't but someone called my name and I thought the video was over and I saw the deflated carcass of the frog on the youtube video and the nasty water bug with it...

...and I barfed. Right in the classroom. Yep.

So, if you are brave of heart and curious, or if you want to upchuck your dinner, go check it out. I was going to look up the actual name for it, but I chickened out yesterday and just couldn't do it. Just...no. but if you look up something like 'water bug eats frog' I'm sure you'll find it.

I sincerely hope I have't scarred any of you for life if you go and search that XD

If you read this and haven't left a review, just be a good-guy and do so. Don't know what to say? How about this?

a) if you did go and watch the video of that water bug thing, what did you think (did you puke too!?)

b) what POV would you like to see (It could be a character we haven't seen yet or a character you just want more of that perhaps has had one already)

c) Who do you think or want to die next (Can't say Pansy! She's going to be around for awhile, sorry y'all).

AND since you guys haven't seen it in awhile, thought I'd provide a list of- as of now- the people still alive. Every time someone dies in a chapter, I'll update it so you know whose still kicking.

SLYTHERINS: Pansy, Daphne, Tracey, Draco, Blaise, Pike (All)

RAVENCLAW: Mandy, Elizabeth, Luna, Corner, Caligula, Duke (All)

GRYFFINDOR: Lavender, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Colin (-1)

HUFFLEPUFF: Hannah, Leanne, Justin, Ernie (-2)


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Keiraleth's avatar
Until now there was no chapter, that haven't shown your talent, my dear. I love your writing and I'm sure, I'm not alone. :D
I enjoyed this chapter as much as all the others.

First of all, Draco. I love the way you characterize him as a "lone wolf". I really could imagine this, because he seems to have changed a lot in the last year and even though the "old" Draco would have teamed up and be the leader of some neither dangerous nor totally stupid fellows, this one-man-team is his kind of "rebellion". He just wants to survive and he doesn't want to "play a role" anymore. You manage to let us know so much about his circumtances, his emotions about this whole game and his feelings for his parents.
And yeah, he killed a spider, too. That's cool.

Another great point was the "What-shall-we-do-with-a-dead-spider". Because Draco's decision and Pansy's couldn't be more different.

So Pansy has eventually started to hunt. Gosh, I'm scared for Hermione and her allies, even though I'm sure this will be another pile of great action.

Susan's POV was absolutely well placed. I'd loved the idea of our friends finding the spiders and her corpse, then switching to Susan's last minutes - they were very intense and her actions were totally comprehensible - just to let us know, what they found and what happened to her.
And this bug-eats-frog memory of Hermione was (though disgusting)wonderful in his meaning, because it shows how she felt that days and how she feels today. That she haven't changed that much and still enough to be strong in this games.

So, I'm curious what this whole season-changing-settlement will do to our friends and what other bad ideas the gamemakers have up their sleeves.
Oh, and I really would like so see Luna's POV or Leanne's (I like her in the books and it would be interesting, how you characterize her, because there's not much information about her).
And what the hell is Seamus doing? His POV would be great, too. Can't wait for more.