Lost

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine... except perhaps Draco's erection!

A/N: Hello and welcome to one of my newest stories! I got the idea for this while watching 'Survivor'! Just to let you know, the kids are in seventh year and Draco and Snape were both found to be innocent. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: All Dreamed 'Up'

There was fire, fire everywhere. He could hear the terrifying rush of wind seeping into the plane. As the pressure breached, time stood still. He saw the horrified expression of each and every person stand alone in time as the windows shattered and the plane jolted forward. The pressure was so heavy now that, he could do nothing but try desperately to hold onto the seat in front of him. His heart dropped when he heard a scream as a girl near the back let go and fell through the window into oblivion. He shut his eyes tight and grit his teeth as he felt the heat hit his face and prepared himself for the final impact.

That's when he woke up. Harry Potter was trembling and in a cold sweat as he slowly lifted his head from the drenched pillow. His breath was coming in short rasps. Then Ron came in.

"Harry, mate, are you all right?," the red-headed boy asked, as he set his quill and parchment down upon his bed side table. "You're shaking like mad."

"I'm fine," Harry said, finally lifting himself from the bed. "Just a bad dream." That got Ron's attention.

"Harry, the last time you had a bad dream, the most evil wizard of all time attacked the wizarding world and we all almost died," he said, walking over to sit at the end of Harry's four-poster. "So the next time you have one, don't use the word 'just' before it." Harry laughed.

"It's nothing, Ron. It wasn't about Voldemort," he said. Harry was not surprised that the name still made Ron flinch slightly. When Harry had finally destroyed Voldemort, all of the world, it seemed, was even more alert and skeptical, as though Voldemort could somehow appear in the form of an inanimate object. However, Harry did not care to tell them that their suspicions could possibly come true. Harry had never found the last Horcrux.

Harry began getting dressed as Ron said "Well, what was it about, then?"

"A plane crash," he said quietly.

"What?" Ron jumped up from the bed. "Harry, we're going on a plane trip next week!"

"It's probably just anxiety about the trip," said Harry.

"But you've had visions before!," Ron insisted. Harry thought he sounded a bit like his mother.

"When I had those visions, Voldemort was in my head. Now, I'm just subconsciously worrying After all, I've never been in a plane before." Ron did not seem to get the message.

"I knew it!," Ron said, flailing his arms wildly, "I knew that Muggle contraption was going to be the end of us all! There's no way I'm getting on there!"

"Come on, Ron, nothing's going to happen," Harry consoled.

"He's right, Ron," Hermione said, walking up the stairs, her cat clutched firmly within her arms. "I've been on planes plenty of times and here I am."

"Hermione!," Harry shouted trying to get his pants on quickly. "Try and give us some warning, why don't you?"

Hermione giggled. "Don't be such a baby. Besides, I have a right to be here. You two are terribly late for breakfast and class is about to begin."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, finding his bag and stuffing last night's homework into it. "I was up late last night writing a letter to Ginny for when I go. I hate to be without her for an entire month."

"Oh, Harry, how sweet!," Hermione squealed.

"Don't tell her I'm writing it!," Harry warned.

"My lips are sealed," she said with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hermione," Harry said slowly. Without further ado, she laughed again and ran of down the stairs, Ron following after her.

"Come on, mate!," he called from the common room. We've got Snape first thing and you know what he's like when we're late!"

Putting the letter for Ginny safely under his pillow, Harry picked up his bag and headed for the first class of the day.

* * *
Professor Snape seemed to be in a more horrible mood than ever, if that was possible. He had divided the room into Gryffindor/Slytherin pairs, leaving virtually everyone very unhappy indeed.

"Pass the lacewings, Malfoy," Harry said brusquely.

"Say pretty please," the blond boy said tantalizingly.

Harry sighed audibly. "For once, can we please just try to get along? I don't know about you but my grade is horrible in here and I need to turn in a good potion today." He knew the moment he saw the look on the pale boy's face that his attempt at truce had been inexplicably futile.

Malfoy smirked widely. "Hmm, Potter. Giving you a bad grade or being nice to you..... Yeah, I think I'll give you the bad grade."

"Last time I checked," Harry said through gritted teeth, "it was your grade too."

"Yes, but Severus likes me, you see. He doesn't like you. I think the message is clear."

Harry fought not to punch the smug look off the boy's pointed face.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with."

"Okay, then," Draco said, surprising Harry to no end until ten minutes later when the potion began coming along. He said "Looking forward to the plain ride next week?," with a knowing look.

Harry glared at him. "You're going?" You don't even take Muggle Studies!"

"Yes, well, my father thinks it would be good for me to have a well-rounded education," he said.

"What for? So that when you're torturing Muggles, you can make fun of their life habits?"

That got Draco riled up. "Look, Potter I know that I'm not a nice person and that suits me but I don't torture Muggles. There's the occasional attacking bar of soap but not torture." Harry was surprised and it must have shown because Malfoy added, "That's not to say I don't torture wizards," grinning maliciously.

"Typical," Harry muttered.

"So," said a smooth and wicked sounding voice behind them. "I see you've forgotten to add the potato skin." Snape took his wand from his robe and wiped their cauldron clear. "Hopefully you'll be able to finish by the end of class," the greasy professor said smirking at the clock that said they only had twenty minutes left to make an hour potion. he walked away to go and torture the other students, an austerity mixed with glee upon his sallow face.

"Thanks a lot, Potter," Draco said as he, without success, tried to put all of the ingredients into the cauldron and get the stove up to the full temperature at the same time.

""Me? I'm the one who said we should finish this and not talk but you can't stand five minutes without hearing your own voice, can you?," Harry said as he instantly felt a creeping pain going up his back. He stared at Draco in horror. Draco's wand was out and he was muttering under his breath and he continued to add more ingredients.

Harry fought not to cry out. Harry looked at Malfoy and saw that his silver eyes were glinting in unadulterated pleasure at Harry's pain.

Trying with all his might, Harry took out his own wand and pointing it directly at Malfoy's groin. He muttered "Ennervate!" Harry watched, trying to muffle his laughter as the other boy's dick stood straight up in the air. The pain vanished immediately from Harry's back as Malfoy's wand fell to the floor with a clatter.

"What the fuck are you thinking?!," Malfoy whsipered. Harry was pleased to hear that his voice was laced with panic.

"Just letting Snape know how you feel about him," Harry said, snorting with laughter. And sure enough, the billowing potions master was discreetly monitoring their table again from behind, most likely ready to clear their cauldron once more. However, when Harry was brave enough to look back, he saw that Snape's eyes had gone wide as he saw Draco's crotch. However, as quickly as he had gotten there, he was gone. He turned on his heel and stalked back up to his desk and Harry was pleased to see that his eyes were still as large as dinner plates.

"You'll pay for this, Potter! What will my father think if Snape tells him?," Malfoy asked, worrying his bottom lip.

"Well, I'm sure your father will finally know the truth about you."

Malfoy growled. "Put it back!"

"Aw, poor Draco can't keep control of his overactive cock," Harry said in a mimicking voice.

"I said, put it back!" His eyes looked like they could burn through his skin.

"All right, all right, calm down," Harry said as he muttered the counter spell just in time for the bell to ring.

"Please put your potions in your flagons as usual, label them, and set them on my desk for grading," Snape said, staring at Harry icily. Draco practically ran through the door as Harry put what little bit of potion they had managed into the vial and, no longer caring about his bad grade and inwardly rolling on the floor with laughter, he set it on the desk and left the classroom.

* * *
"He's WHAT?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had made their way up to the common room for break a few hours later where Harry had decided to tell them that Malfoy was coming on the trip with them.

"I already have to worry about whether this Muggle flying machine is going to kill me, not to mention trying to live without magic for a whole month but now I have to worry about Malfoy making everything ten times worse?!!," Ron continued in a rage, eyes cherry red.

"Calm down, Ron," Hermione said settling herself in a chair near the bookcase and taking a look at the selection. "Professor McGonagall told me that we can choose groups of three to be paired into. Now unless, somehow, everyone but you and Malfoy die, you're not going to be working together."

"But that's just the thing!," Ron shouted. "What if we do die?"

"Then you won't have to work with Malfoy," Harry said, grinning.

"That's not funny, Harry," she said, closing the book she was reading with a snap. "I know I said aeroplanes are safe but Ron's right, we shouldn't take plane safety lightly. We should stay as prepared as possible."

"Personally," said Seamus Finnigan who had just entered through the portrait hole and settled himself down next to Harry, "I'm more worried about surviving in this whatsits pubnerb thing than the plane crashing."

"It's a suburb, Seamus not a 'pubnerb' and it'll be easy," Dean said, settling himself on the arm of the sofa. "I live in that type of neighborhood and it's pretty civilized. You'd think that they'd give us something more difficult to work with, like a deserted island or something, increase the challenge."

"That's ridiculous," said Hermione. "They want to give us a sense of everyday Muggle life, not crown a 'Survivor Champion'."

"What's that?," Ron asked.

"Never mind."

"Come on, you guys, you're scaring Ginny," Harry said to the room at large as a pretty, freckly, red-haired girl arrived through the portrait and sat gracefully upon Harry's lap.

"I wouldn't be so afraid for you if I were allowed to come with you," she said, pouting at Harry.

"I don't need looking after, Ginny. I'm The-Boy-Who-Lived," he said jokingly.

"Oh, I don't doubt your quick wittedness and power but without me, you wouldn't know the difference between the shampoo and the toothpaste," she said. Everyone laughed.

"Well, I've got to go to the library," Hermione said, becoming disinterested with all the books in the common room that she had already read many times.

"I'll come with you," Ron said, winking at her not-so-discreetly. Hermione laughed.

"Okay, but only if you promise to get some work done," she said bossily.

"Oh, I'll get some work done, all right."

Connected at the mouth, they left the common room very clumsily indeed.

Sensing the same tension between Harry and Ginny, the group began to scatter and Dean said "I'll see you in Defense, Harry."

"See you, Dean," he replied.

"Finally, some alone time," Ginny whispered, as she began licking his ear.

Harry pulled away and said "There's something I have to tell you first. It's about the trip. I just want you to know that I'm going to be thinking about you the entire time."

"Oh me too--," Ginny tried before Harry cut here off.

"And that if anything happens to me, I want you to look after yourself and try to be happy. Know I'll always be with you in spirit."

"Harry! You sound like Ron! You're going on a damn plane, not a safari for killer bees in a cannibal infested town in Africa! I'm sure you're going to have a lot of fun," Ginny said sadly but adoringly.

"I doubt it, with Malfoy there."

"I have something that will make you forget about Malfoy," she said with a raise of her orange eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?," Harry asked as they both lay down on the couch for a between class snack.

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TBC...

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