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Harry Potter and the Camping Trip
Chapter One
In the beginning of their 7th and final year at Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione planned a camping trip. They were going to leave for Mammoth Mountain the day after school let out. No other camping trips could have gone more drastically wrong than this one. First they had to fly out to California
"Ron, did you make sure your dad said you could borrow the van? Did he go over with you how you drive the contraption?"
"For that last time...the very last time, Hermione, YES! My dad said yes, and I've known how to drive since our 2nd year!" he chuckled at the end. So did Harry.
"Hey! You two blithering idiots! Will you help me get these tents in the car? They're really heavy!" Ron and Hermione hurried over. They were surprised to find Harry having no trouble putting the tents in the car because his wand was doing it for him. "GOTCHA! Hey...I still can't believe we graduated yesterday...I mean...I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life."
"Well...do you want children? If you do, you should start looking for "the one," said Hermione in her teaching voice.
"EWW! I don't want kids! I'd have to responsible and all that crap! EWW! No!" he replied.
"Ah, we have taught you well," said a voice from above. Fred and George Weasley were hovering above them on their brooms. "Where are all you' off to?"
"We're camping, George! And you can't come! 8th years only-" Ron was cut off by, "LOOK OUT!" Harry and Hermione were throwing dung bombs and exploding snaps at Fred and George, and they retaliated by conjuring some beater bats for Quidditch. Soon, it became a full on war, until the whole driveway smelled like cow dung.
"Sorry to end the war, Forge and Gred, but we have to be off," said Harry. "We're leaving for Mammoth Mountain right about, NOW!" and with that, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hopped in the car.
"See you in a week, suckers!" yelled Ron, and they were off. They had to drive for 5-6 hours to get to Mammoth. First, Ron drove, then Harry, then Hermione. It was Hermione's turn right now.
"Hermi, are we even close to being there? And is there a bathroom anywhere?"
"Yes, no. FOR THE LAST TIME TODAY, RON!"
"Somebody is grumpy!" chimed in Harry.
3 hours later...
"Do you like the campsite, Hermione? It's nice and big and there's a lot of shade."
"Let's look some more, Ron. I want one a little more close to a bathroom and not as much brush." By then, Harry, Ron and Hermione had been looking for a campsite. "I was reading the book, Camping Like Muggles, last night, and it said try to find a site where you all have plenty of space to get away each night, and that has a big fire-pit," she said in her teaching voice. (She rarely spoke normally now.)
"Fine, we'll do it your way, Hermi," said Ron. They searched for about a half an hour longer when, "IT'S PERFECT!" she cried. "Yes...this is the site we must have! It's official! We have a camping site for the next 3 days!" At that, Harry offered to go register the campsite. Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron set up camp. It didn't take long, all they had to do was wait for the muggle cars to pass by and when they were gone, they set up camp...the wizarding way. When Harry returned, he had some bad news.
"Guys, there are no bathrooms here...we have to...you know...be like cavemen. In the bushes! Can you believe it? I can just imagine Draco!" he ended with a smirk, but still grossed out.
"Oh good-" said Hermione, but she was interrupted by Ron.
"What do you mean, oh good? You're the one who's in the fix! Harry and I just have to go water a tree...or open up shop and close up shop!"
"Ron! Shut-up! That's sick! I didn't need to know that! Stop acting like immature 7th grade muggles! Ewww! But, I'm happy because it'll be a true camping experience! Like, we'll be roughing it!"
"Like, totally!" said Ron mockingly. She stuck out her tongue at him.
"Hey! You two lovebirds!" called Harry. At that remark, the looks on their faces looked harmful to Harry. "Let's go swimming! There's a stream beyond those trees that we get to water tonite! Come on!" And with that and a wave of their wands, they were in a bikini, and two board shorts. Ron ignored the feeling, but his heart did a kind of somersault when he saw Hermione in the revealing bikini. He turned around and tried hard not to make eye contact with her. Off they went. Hermione bewitched the rocks to make them higher up and softer and definitely more slippery. So, they used the rocks as slides until about 11:00 at night. They were walking back to the campsite when Hermione screamed and pointed to right ahead of her. There was a mouse.
"Hermione! Why are you scared of a mouse? Aren't you supposed to be the one roughing it?"
"Oh, shut-up Ron. It just took me by surprise," she tried to say coolly. "Come on...let's go to bed. I'm tired." Soon, they reached the campsite and they each went to their individual tents: Harry on the far left, Ron in the middle, and Hermione on the far right. It was about 2:00 in the morning when Hermione heard a scratching at the flap/door in her tent. She woke up with a start.
"Harry? Ron?" wand in hand, she opened the flap and nearly screamed at what she saw. Right in front of her, was a huge bear. She quickly closed the flap and crawled to the opposite side of the tent, all huddled up. Finally, after about an hour, she looked out the window and saw the bear disappear. She grabbed her wand, picked up her pillow and her long-time friend, Night-Night Bear, and opened her flap, ran into Ron's tent, and zipped the flap back up. The sound of Hermione's panting must have woken Ron up, because he woke up and looked at her, rather surprised to see her in his tent.
"Hermi? What's wrong? Come here. It's cold. You and Night-Night Bear can get under the covers." Hermione crawled quickly under the covers with Ron. Yet again, Ron ignored his feelings.
"What happened, Herm?"
"A bear happened, Ron. I was sleeping, and all of a sudden I heard this scratching noise, and I go to the tent flap, and I open it, thinking it was one of you guys. Then I see this huge bear. I tried not to scream. I shut the flap, and waited for an hour until it went away. Then, I came here," she finished with a yawn. Ron adjusted her pillow, and said, "Here. You can sleep here tonight." Too late. She was already asleep, with Night-Night Bear in her arms. Ron's stomach and heart must have talked to each other because they were both flipping and jumping.
"I can't like her. I just can't. I went through this already!" he told himself. "She's my best friend...not my girlfriend. Plus, I'll never see her anymore, now that school is over." He tried to convince himself, but he fell asleep.
In the morning, Hermione woke up with her arms around Ron. She removed them abruptly. Unluckily for them both, Ron woke up, the feeling in his hands and legs was gone, and he couldn't stop staring into her beautiful chestnut eyes.
"Um-I'm-sorry, Ron."
"No-it's-uh-fine!" he replied shakily.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Herm?"
"Is it the mountain air?" she asked quietly.
"Maybe...but what are we going to? We can't...can we?" At that, they just stared at each other and Ron moved closer for a kiss. She put her arms around him. They're lips touched and they kissed. Then, it turned into a major French. Ron felt a warmth go from his lips, all the way down his spine. She felt something similar because she pursued his lips with more feeling, then she pulled away.
"We can...as long as it doesn't hurt Harry," and with that, they kissed again. Then, all of a sudden, Harry apparated into the tent.
"It's fine with me. I've known for a while that you two had sparks."
"How? I never showed any affection to him! (No offense, Ron.)"
"None taken."
"Moving on. I knew because at the graduation party, Dumbledore gave Gracie and me this weird hint: 'Beware of love, Harry. It's good for red-heads.' I was like...ok...he's gone mad. Then, Professor Trelawney came up to me, and made it very clear, by adding invisible sparks (to everyone else but her and me) around you two. So, if I'm not mistaken, crazy Professor Trelawney and mad Professor Dumbledore were right on the spot."
"But-so it's ok with you, Harry?" asked Ron.
"It's fine. I've got Gracie, so I'm not totally alone. Now shut-up and kiss her," he took out his wand and put sparks around them, made a few ooing and awing sounds, and left. He went into his tent, took out two pieces of parchment and a quill and ink.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore,
After deciphering your "subtle" hint, you proved yourself right. Ron and Hermione do have feelings for each other. I guess Hermione spent the night in Ron's tent because of a bear problem. The sparks flew, and I think they are in the tent making out. The only thing I'm worried about is if they break up, and hate each other. That means our friendship is shot.
Sincerely, HarryP"
"Dear Professor Trelawney,
Yes, you were right about Ron and Hermione.
After a bear incident, they figured it out. Long story short, they're in the tent making out as we speak.
Sincerely, HarryP"
Hedwig always managed to show up at the right time, because she flew into the tent right after Harry finished the second letter. He tied the letters around the owl's legs, and she was off into the early morning sky. Meanwhile...well, you know...major kissing! Tongue wrestling!
Finally, after about 20 minutes, Ron and Hermione emerged, looking more refreshed than they had in days.
"What's for breakfast? I'm starving!" said Hermione. "We need some food. I planned what we're all going to do today: first, we're going on a hike, then we're going back to the stream."("Yay! I get to see Hermione in a skimpy bikini," said Ron.)"After that, we come back for lunch. Then, we look into the possibility of protecting ourselves from bears." (The last part she said kind of quickly) Ron and Harry whipped out their wands and smiled. They performed a simple charm, (Bearius Impervius) and that was that. Hermione put her hands on her hips, and gave them both that glare. Harry put his wand away and said, "If you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have to go water a tree." And he walked away. Ron seized the opportunity and ran up behind Hermione. He grabbed her around the waist, and dipped her (like in dancing) and they embraced and kissed.
"Ok! You can stop it now!" Harry returned through the trees. Hermione stood up quickly and went red in the face as if she was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. Ron's cheeks had a tinge of red.
"That was a good breakfast, Ron. Where'd you get the idea to conjure this?"
"It was in the muggle cooking book Gracie lent me."
"That's one of the things I really like about Gracie. And that's why she's so perfect for Harry. She's so studious and smart. She knows Harry...and good food. They are so perfect together," Hermione thought to herself. "Wait a minute..."she thought. "Why isn't she here?" Hermione had noticed that Harry got sort of a longing look in his eyes when Ron mentioned Gracie.
"Harry? You didn't break up with Gracie, did you?" she asked hurriedly.
"No! Why'd you think that?" again he got that longing look in his eyes.
"Be right back," she said as she disapparated.
Harry Potter and the Camping Trip
Chapter One
In the beginning of their 7th and final year at Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione planned a camping trip. They were going to leave for Mammoth Mountain the day after school let out. No other camping trips could have gone more drastically wrong than this one. First they had to fly out to California
"Ron, did you make sure your dad said you could borrow the van? Did he go over with you how you drive the contraption?"
"For that last time...the very last time, Hermione, YES! My dad said yes, and I've known how to drive since our 2nd year!" he chuckled at the end. So did Harry.
"Hey! You two blithering idiots! Will you help me get these tents in the car? They're really heavy!" Ron and Hermione hurried over. They were surprised to find Harry having no trouble putting the tents in the car because his wand was doing it for him. "GOTCHA! Hey...I still can't believe we graduated yesterday...I mean...I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life."
"Well...do you want children? If you do, you should start looking for "the one," said Hermione in her teaching voice.
"EWW! I don't want kids! I'd have to responsible and all that crap! EWW! No!" he replied.
"Ah, we have taught you well," said a voice from above. Fred and George Weasley were hovering above them on their brooms. "Where are all you' off to?"
"We're camping, George! And you can't come! 8th years only-" Ron was cut off by, "LOOK OUT!" Harry and Hermione were throwing dung bombs and exploding snaps at Fred and George, and they retaliated by conjuring some beater bats for Quidditch. Soon, it became a full on war, until the whole driveway smelled like cow dung.
"Sorry to end the war, Forge and Gred, but we have to be off," said Harry. "We're leaving for Mammoth Mountain right about, NOW!" and with that, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hopped in the car.
"See you in a week, suckers!" yelled Ron, and they were off. They had to drive for 5-6 hours to get to Mammoth. First, Ron drove, then Harry, then Hermione. It was Hermione's turn right now.
"Hermi, are we even close to being there? And is there a bathroom anywhere?"
"Yes, no. FOR THE LAST TIME TODAY, RON!"
"Somebody is grumpy!" chimed in Harry.
3 hours later...
"Do you like the campsite, Hermione? It's nice and big and there's a lot of shade."
"Let's look some more, Ron. I want one a little more close to a bathroom and not as much brush." By then, Harry, Ron and Hermione had been looking for a campsite. "I was reading the book, Camping Like Muggles, last night, and it said try to find a site where you all have plenty of space to get away each night, and that has a big fire-pit," she said in her teaching voice. (She rarely spoke normally now.)
"Fine, we'll do it your way, Hermi," said Ron. They searched for about a half an hour longer when, "IT'S PERFECT!" she cried. "Yes...this is the site we must have! It's official! We have a camping site for the next 3 days!" At that, Harry offered to go register the campsite. Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron set up camp. It didn't take long, all they had to do was wait for the muggle cars to pass by and when they were gone, they set up camp...the wizarding way. When Harry returned, he had some bad news.
"Guys, there are no bathrooms here...we have to...you know...be like cavemen. In the bushes! Can you believe it? I can just imagine Draco!" he ended with a smirk, but still grossed out.
"Oh good-" said Hermione, but she was interrupted by Ron.
"What do you mean, oh good? You're the one who's in the fix! Harry and I just have to go water a tree...or open up shop and close up shop!"
"Ron! Shut-up! That's sick! I didn't need to know that! Stop acting like immature 7th grade muggles! Ewww! But, I'm happy because it'll be a true camping experience! Like, we'll be roughing it!"
"Like, totally!" said Ron mockingly. She stuck out her tongue at him.
"Hey! You two lovebirds!" called Harry. At that remark, the looks on their faces looked harmful to Harry. "Let's go swimming! There's a stream beyond those trees that we get to water tonite! Come on!" And with that and a wave of their wands, they were in a bikini, and two board shorts. Ron ignored the feeling, but his heart did a kind of somersault when he saw Hermione in the revealing bikini. He turned around and tried hard not to make eye contact with her. Off they went. Hermione bewitched the rocks to make them higher up and softer and definitely more slippery. So, they used the rocks as slides until about 11:00 at night. They were walking back to the campsite when Hermione screamed and pointed to right ahead of her. There was a mouse.
"Hermione! Why are you scared of a mouse? Aren't you supposed to be the one roughing it?"
"Oh, shut-up Ron. It just took me by surprise," she tried to say coolly. "Come on...let's go to bed. I'm tired." Soon, they reached the campsite and they each went to their individual tents: Harry on the far left, Ron in the middle, and Hermione on the far right. It was about 2:00 in the morning when Hermione heard a scratching at the flap/door in her tent. She woke up with a start.
"Harry? Ron?" wand in hand, she opened the flap and nearly screamed at what she saw. Right in front of her, was a huge bear. She quickly closed the flap and crawled to the opposite side of the tent, all huddled up. Finally, after about an hour, she looked out the window and saw the bear disappear. She grabbed her wand, picked up her pillow and her long-time friend, Night-Night Bear, and opened her flap, ran into Ron's tent, and zipped the flap back up. The sound of Hermione's panting must have woken Ron up, because he woke up and looked at her, rather surprised to see her in his tent.
"Hermi? What's wrong? Come here. It's cold. You and Night-Night Bear can get under the covers." Hermione crawled quickly under the covers with Ron. Yet again, Ron ignored his feelings.
"What happened, Herm?"
"A bear happened, Ron. I was sleeping, and all of a sudden I heard this scratching noise, and I go to the tent flap, and I open it, thinking it was one of you guys. Then I see this huge bear. I tried not to scream. I shut the flap, and waited for an hour until it went away. Then, I came here," she finished with a yawn. Ron adjusted her pillow, and said, "Here. You can sleep here tonight." Too late. She was already asleep, with Night-Night Bear in her arms. Ron's stomach and heart must have talked to each other because they were both flipping and jumping.
"I can't like her. I just can't. I went through this already!" he told himself. "She's my best friend...not my girlfriend. Plus, I'll never see her anymore, now that school is over." He tried to convince himself, but he fell asleep.
In the morning, Hermione woke up with her arms around Ron. She removed them abruptly. Unluckily for them both, Ron woke up, the feeling in his hands and legs was gone, and he couldn't stop staring into her beautiful chestnut eyes.
"Um-I'm-sorry, Ron."
"No-it's-uh-fine!" he replied shakily.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, Herm?"
"Is it the mountain air?" she asked quietly.
"Maybe...but what are we going to? We can't...can we?" At that, they just stared at each other and Ron moved closer for a kiss. She put her arms around him. They're lips touched and they kissed. Then, it turned into a major French. Ron felt a warmth go from his lips, all the way down his spine. She felt something similar because she pursued his lips with more feeling, then she pulled away.
"We can...as long as it doesn't hurt Harry," and with that, they kissed again. Then, all of a sudden, Harry apparated into the tent.
"It's fine with me. I've known for a while that you two had sparks."
"How? I never showed any affection to him! (No offense, Ron.)"
"None taken."
"Moving on. I knew because at the graduation party, Dumbledore gave Gracie and me this weird hint: 'Beware of love, Harry. It's good for red-heads.' I was like...ok...he's gone mad. Then, Professor Trelawney came up to me, and made it very clear, by adding invisible sparks (to everyone else but her and me) around you two. So, if I'm not mistaken, crazy Professor Trelawney and mad Professor Dumbledore were right on the spot."
"But-so it's ok with you, Harry?" asked Ron.
"It's fine. I've got Gracie, so I'm not totally alone. Now shut-up and kiss her," he took out his wand and put sparks around them, made a few ooing and awing sounds, and left. He went into his tent, took out two pieces of parchment and a quill and ink.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore,
After deciphering your "subtle" hint, you proved yourself right. Ron and Hermione do have feelings for each other. I guess Hermione spent the night in Ron's tent because of a bear problem. The sparks flew, and I think they are in the tent making out. The only thing I'm worried about is if they break up, and hate each other. That means our friendship is shot.
Sincerely, HarryP"
"Dear Professor Trelawney,
Yes, you were right about Ron and Hermione.
After a bear incident, they figured it out. Long story short, they're in the tent making out as we speak.
Sincerely, HarryP"
Hedwig always managed to show up at the right time, because she flew into the tent right after Harry finished the second letter. He tied the letters around the owl's legs, and she was off into the early morning sky. Meanwhile...well, you know...major kissing! Tongue wrestling!
Finally, after about 20 minutes, Ron and Hermione emerged, looking more refreshed than they had in days.
"What's for breakfast? I'm starving!" said Hermione. "We need some food. I planned what we're all going to do today: first, we're going on a hike, then we're going back to the stream."("Yay! I get to see Hermione in a skimpy bikini," said Ron.)"After that, we come back for lunch. Then, we look into the possibility of protecting ourselves from bears." (The last part she said kind of quickly) Ron and Harry whipped out their wands and smiled. They performed a simple charm, (Bearius Impervius) and that was that. Hermione put her hands on her hips, and gave them both that glare. Harry put his wand away and said, "If you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have to go water a tree." And he walked away. Ron seized the opportunity and ran up behind Hermione. He grabbed her around the waist, and dipped her (like in dancing) and they embraced and kissed.
"Ok! You can stop it now!" Harry returned through the trees. Hermione stood up quickly and went red in the face as if she was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. Ron's cheeks had a tinge of red.
"That was a good breakfast, Ron. Where'd you get the idea to conjure this?"
"It was in the muggle cooking book Gracie lent me."
"That's one of the things I really like about Gracie. And that's why she's so perfect for Harry. She's so studious and smart. She knows Harry...and good food. They are so perfect together," Hermione thought to herself. "Wait a minute..."she thought. "Why isn't she here?" Hermione had noticed that Harry got sort of a longing look in his eyes when Ron mentioned Gracie.
"Harry? You didn't break up with Gracie, did you?" she asked hurriedly.
"No! Why'd you think that?" again he got that longing look in his eyes.
"Be right back," she said as she disapparated.