"Hey Hermione, why did you decide to take us camping? It's killing me!" Ron Weasley breathed out to one of his best friends, clearly out of breath. Hermione Granger turned to face him and smiled, watching over the rest of her friends as well. She had just reached the top of a large hill, and had a group following behind her. "I thought it would be fun. You can't tell me that you're having no fun," was her reply, her smile playful. Ron knew that smile all too well, he'd seen it often before on his older twin brothers. She was going to have fun, whether or not he or anyone else liked it.
As soon as everyone else reached the top of the hill, they stopped, and either began to pant or drop to the ground. The only one who actually dropped was Ron's younger sister, Ginny, who seemed extremely tired from so much walking. "Hey...Hermione...why...the top...of...such...a large...hill?" Harry Potter panted to his friend, bending over and clutching his chest. Hermione laughed and looked around, "Because, no person is stupid enough to climb up here," Ron glaring at her, "So no muggle will have to know if we do anything of a magical sort." That's when it hit them all - Hermione wanted to be able to do magic without getting caught.
"One problem, 'Mione," Ginny began, slowly picking herself up. Hermione looked at her, seeming questioned. "The Ministry won't allow us to do magic." Hermione smiled, because as always, she had thought of a plan. "Ginny, do you think I haven't thought about that? Is there any other reason why I would bring Fred and George?" It finally dawned on Ginny. Her older twin brothers were both eighteen, and therefore of age to do magic without school. Her best friend was right, there really was no other reason to bring Fred and George; the two were trouble, something nobody wanted to associate themselves with. It was then that Hermione turned around, and began walking again.
The entire group sighed, which made Hermione roll her eyes. "Don't be such babies, I've scoped the area. The safest place to camp is in a clearing, about a kilometre through," she explained, pointing toward the forest in front of her. Ginny rushed up to Hermione's side, losing the only energy she had left. She gripped Hermione's shoulder for balance, and breathed out, "But promise...promise us 'Mione...that you will let us rest when we reach the clearing." Hermione smiled and nodded; she seemed to be doing a lot of smiling lately. "Of course, right after Fred and George set up camp for us." The twins groaned, although they knew that they couldn't change Hermione's mind.
Walking through the forest to the clearing had taken no time, compared to how long it took them to climb the hill. Everybody sat down as soon as they reached the clearing, and it seemed as if Fred and George had very much forgotten the duty they were assigned to. Hermione made no effort to bug them, as she needed rest too, even if she was not going to let on that she did. As soon as everyone began to gain a bit of energy back, as well as boredom, Hermione stood up. "Okay, Fred, George. Time to shine," she told them. George rolled his eyes and Fred sighed, and the two of them stood.
Within no time, the very large tent was set up, and the group had made their way inside. It was a large cube-shaped tent, and when inside, it was as big as an apartment. Hermione had made the right choice in where they were to set up, because any muggle would be surprised to see this large tent. There was one floor, but it was widely spread out. There was a kitchen against one wall, all squeezed in as close to the wall as it could get; a shower and a table across from the kitchen; five beds set up with the head against the wall along the farthest wall; and two more bed on the last of the walls, one on each side of the entrance.
Fred and George had already claimed the two beds by the door, as, because they were such pranksters, they wanted an easy way in and out. Everybody decided to take naps in their beds as soon as everything was set up and sorted out; except Hermione was unable to nap. She took a seat at the table, picking up a book she had placed there earlier. When not doing something overly productive, she had to be reading. She quickly became consumed in the book, making no notice if someone got out of bed, or if something mumbled something in their sleep. It wasn't until she heard a proper sentence that she put her book down.
"Can't sleep?" She looked up, and before her stood Fred Weasley. His hair was toustled a bit from his short nap, but his face was gentle. Hermione looked down, and then back to him. "Yeah, I can't sleep. Reading always helps, though," she told him. Fred sat down across from her and smiled, "I'm surprised anyone could stay up after this day, too much excersize, I think." Hermione laughed; she had never taken the time to really speak to Fred before, as he was usually busy playing some prank with his brother. "Well, I can never sleep after an exciting day."