I'm running a little low on ideas...really desperate for requests or ideas on what should happen next! This story is supposed to be fueled by requests so I have no idea what's even going to happen... Please help if you've got an idea or wants something to happen! I'll even change the pairings if you really want me to!

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Ginny Blaise Harry and Voldemort/Luna Draco Crabbe and Goyle

"There!" Harry exclaimed, hands on hips as he proudly faced his creation.

The shelter held a lot to be desired. It was about 3 feet tall and 4 by 5 feet wide - only about big enough for three to squeeze inside, and even then feet would be hanging out the front of it. It was open on the front and had no door at all. The branches holding up the roof of broad leaves didn't look very sturdy and the whole thing made Blaise feel nervous, like a little kid teetering over a bridge.

"Well, everybody get inside!" he sang, motioning for people to climb inside.

"Potter, you tosser, there's no way we'll all fit in that pathetic little hut," Draco replied, crossing his arms. "That's weak. I could build a better shelter in half the time, and it would actually be worthwhile."

"My shelter is worthwhile," Harry said, also crossing his arms. "I'll show you! Come on, Ginny."

Harry got down onto his hands and knees and grabbed ahold of Ginny's arm, pulling her down beside him. She gasped as she fell to the ground and her eyes looked a little disoriented for a moment. She shook her head and hummed as she crawled into the shelter with Harry. Harry lay down on the far left side and Ginny laid next to him.

"So, Ginny?" he said. "It was totally worthwhile, right?"

Ginny sighed and closed her eyes. "Perfectly acceptable, Harry," she said sleepily.

Voldemort stomped on Blaise's foot. "Oh!" he muttered.

"Well, as long as it's worthwhile..." Blaise said loud enough for the two in the tent to hear. He got down onto his hands and knees and crawled into the tent as well, plopping down beside the two of them. "Ooh, cozy." - though they were packed in tighter than sardines.

It appeared Ginny had already fallen asleep, but she pulled herself against Blaise's arm.

Harry tried to pull her back, but Blaise's grip on her was firm.

The game was on.

Outside of the tent, everyone in their travel party watched the two argue silently before they each searched out somewhere to sleep. Draco, true to his word, was able to create a small hut, just the perfect size for he and Luna. Lord Voldemort slipped in next to Harry in the teeny tiny space that was left, and Crabbe and Goyle, who didn't really care as long as they were sleeping, went to sleep right out in the open.

Hermione and Snape and Lucius/Narcissa and Cho and Parvati

They stumbled into the clearing, finding that three others had made it back to the campsite already.

Lucius's eyes widened and it was as if they were in an old romance movie. Lucius ran towards his wife, his arms outstretched, and she stood and grinned lovingly at him with her arms open as well, awaiting the moment when he would fall into her embrace.

The illusion of slow-motion was broken when Lucius fell into the river that he hadn't noticed was separating them. He clumsily clopped through the river, tearing at his robes in an attempt to free himself from the tug of the water. He flopped over onto the bank of the river and pulled himself out of the water, dragging himself towards his wife. He got to his feet and made to fling himself upon her, but she held up her hands.

"When you're dry," she said calmly, and Lucius pouted.

Hermione leaned over to Snape and whispered. "Is that who he's been crying about? She's rather large."

Severus gave her a strange look. "She's pregnant, Miss Granger."

Hermione looked like this was a great revelation. "Ah, I see." She blinked and looked up at Snape once again. "How does that happen again?"

Snape swallowed hard. "Let's just get across this river here and I'll explain a little later. Hopefully when you've regained your memory."

Narcissa fetched her wand from her tent and transfigured the stones at the bottom of the river into a bridge, which Hermione and Severus easily walked across. They left it in place for whenever the others decided to return and Narcissa started a campfire and began preparing food filling cups of water for everyone.

"Perhaps we should search for the others?" asked Parvati as she sipped her water gently. "It'll be much safer with our wands. Maybe we could set up a signal. Turn this campfire smoke green or something."

"We'll try it if they haven't arrived by morning," replied Narcissa as she dished out food for everyone. "For now, we have to get our own strength up. You two need more protein."

Cho and Parvati shared a look that they both understood meant they felt terrible for how Draco must have had to grow up being raised by this drill sergeant of a mother and they ate until Narcissa was happy with them.

Bellatrix and Ron and Rodolphus

Still hidden away in their little hovel, the two decided it was time to go to bed. They had only waited a few minutes for Rodolphus to move on and now they were completely alone, so they lay down beside the river and stared up at the stars, which were very difficult to see through the spreading branches and dripping foliage of the trees surrounding them, but it was the thought that counted.

But now they returned to their hideout and curled up beside each other. After saying their goodnights, they turned away from each other and tried to fall asleep.

Ron was rather cold, and it didn't take him long to find that Bella, too, was cold - he could hear the violent chatter of her teeth striking up with the sound of the chirring night insects around them.

He rolled over and scooted towards the much older woman, pressing himself to her in order to not only warm himself, but to warm her as well. Bellatrix remembered the last time they had slept beside each other, back in that dreadful classroom, and she gritted her teeth - if he tried anything funny she'd drown him in his sleep - but as long as he kept his hands to himself, at least he was warm.

Rodolphus did not feel the cold - he felt only the night. He had wrestled a duck until it had died. After crying over it and then realizing the true meaning of hunting, he created a fire using a rock, a stick and a pile of squirrels, he roasted the duck and the squirrels and ate a meal fit for a king. Then, using a needle he whittled from a rock and thread made of his own hair, he used the pelts to sew himself garb of the greatest material, decorated with the feathers of the duck. He draped himself in his new royal cape and set up a throne for himself that would double as a bed for the night.

He was the ruler of this forest. And when he found Bella once again, she would be his queen.