Summary: Two temperamental, disgruntled teenage wizards find themselves sent to a muggle camp for an entire month. What happens through camp activities, Mess Hall mishaps, and loads of drama? James and Lily defy Voldemort three times. It doesn't clarify when these times are, if they are together or not. This is one of those three times when James and Lily are sent to a sleep away camp for a month, not knowing each other at all, but end up fighting for each other lives.

Disclaimer: Except for the made up characters you will be introduced to throughout my story, I am no way ever J.K Rowling and her amazing mind.

Summer Romances:

"In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do."-Unknown

Chapter 1: Departure

[Lily's Point of View]

It was the day, the treacherous day, the day I had been dreading since school ended for the summer. The day I would be shipped off to some camp full of muggles, doing what all muggles do at a 'jolly well fun camp' outside London. I had become quite accustomed to magic and wizardry over the past six years that muggle life became sort of…secondary.

This was in no means my idea either, you may think that a summer away from family and near 'so called' friends is fun, but not when you're a magical witch who then is restricted to act like she usually does, in return to act like she did back when she was eleven, the being non-magical part, not the obnoxious, immature kid part.

My parents saw fit to sign me up without my consent because "You've been stuck in France your entire life and you need to get out more" quoted from said mother I loathe so much right now. What I don't quite understand though, is that I'm a wizard… I've done more than they can imagine at my years at Beauxbatons, and I'm perfectly content where I am. I think it's a waste of my summer, personally. Though, I had no choice but to go you see, for I've been warned several times that "it's either you go to this wonderful camp and experience the world outside of Paris, or you can stay here with your sister, Tuney, for the entire summer" said by my equally hated father.

My thoughts exactly, they use their own daughter as a torture device to persuade me, what loving parents I have. So it's off to camp something or other today, because frankly, a month of campfire songs and joyous always positive activities is better than just one day with Petunia.

My bags were forced to be packed yesterday evening, with my supervising mother to make sure, that one: I'd actually packed and two: I wouldn't just pile in all my comfort clothes, apparently a camp where you hike and sleep in outdoor tents calls for a skirt and some nice, less me shirts. The Campers guide listed some necessities which consisted of:

The camper is advised to bring the following to make their stay at Camp Laurel the best it can be:

-a set of clothes for a month, if sixteen and older there will be some sort of dance, a flashlight, a pillow, blankets, shower necessities, bug spray, trainers, and electronics are advised not to be taken, for if anything is lost, it's not our responsibility, and last but not least bring your fun! Happy Camping!

"Oh, Lily a dance" my mom squealed as she inspected the list a few days after signing me up, "We'll get you a dress, I promise, before you leave, a nice new frock will be in there amongst your other clothing!" Three cheers for me! I've never heard of a camp that has its own homecoming… But most of all, what I find funny is the fact that they don't think we know to bring clothes, it's not like we'll be parading around stark naked, at least I hope not.

After thinking a while of how much regret I would have by getting out of my homey-made-for-comfort- bed in exchange for a hard, uncaring, piece of wood they say you are to sleep in for a month, I actually stepped out of my homey, made for comfort bed and made my way to the dresser. Adventure Camp Lamo….starts officially, now. Oh Boy.

Dressing in mostly comfort clothing that consisted of elastic waist black shorts, a hot pink printed tank with my favorite artists' name on it, and a pair of trainers was my chosen apparel for a two hour plane ride from Paris to London, my sister…might think differently.

I grabbed my duffle-bag alongside my carry-on bag and stomped down the steps, that over the years I perfected to tiptoe down and…Shh…don't tell… sneak out. Dropping them off at the entrance, I entered kitchen that rested at the end of the long hall for what was the last time for an entire month. Mum was slaving behind the stove, cooking breakfast, Daddy was reading the newspaper as usual, and Petunia was practicing her eye lash curling… I didn't know it was a sport either.

I wasn't really in the mood to talk to the two people who signed me up to this camp and the one person I pretty much despised since I turned eleven, so I slumped down in my chair awaiting my eggs on toast with a side of orange juice, typical French girl right here, ladies and gentlemen. Sitting there, in silence that was a good way to get a message across. Childish right, but then again so is going to camp.

"Are you ready to leave Lily, Sweetheart?" my mother asked flipping some eggs onto the porcelain plate to the side of her.

Silence. It's going to work I tell ya.

"Oh, Lily you're still not mad at us, are you?" My mother so dearly asked. I tell you, she plays the same 'we were only helping you' card every time. I had yet to speak, I was very talented in that sort of skill, I mean come on, Petunia couldn't last two seconds without opening her wide gob to speak her mind.

"Oi freak, while you're at camp lame." Hey she calls it that too! "I'm going to be here, having a life and meet boys too!" She bragged, what a great way to start the morning. I really do hate her. Though, that last pointer caught my eye, maybe I would meet a boy at camp, it was co-ed, maybe that was a positive note; or maybe I am just daft. I am a wizard going to a muggle camp, what would happen if anyone were to figure out. This can't be good, are there any positives to this god forsaken summer?

"Petunia, be nice…Lily," my mom said setting down my plate of scrumdillyumptious-ness, and placing her hand on my back impersonating a "I know how you feel," comfort tactic, but to mum, I'm sure it was meant to be "I know how you feel, but at two o'clock your getting your scrawny little butt, on that plane!" Comforting, am I right?

"Lily, speak to us." She demanded, but I didn't move a muscle on my dry colorless lips. I heard daddy's' newspaper crinkle till it was lying on the table top, he sighed, and then he spoke.

"I believe Charlotte, that Lily here is giving us the silent treatment…showing her stubborn side… I just don't know where she gets it." He said with an obvious smile followed by the newspaper once again covering his face.

"I am not stubborn!" I shouted. Damn. Curse my need to be right. Somewhere along the lines of when I was cursing my unsuccessful silence breaking, Petunia had the chance to insult me, and per usual, she took it.

"Neither stubborn nor good looking." She muttered, although her side comment was audible to any ear with in a fifteen foot radius, which she meant it to be.

"Oi Petunia, shut it before I do it for you!" Mum warned, she obviously was getting angry now.

"Yeah, Tuney, wouldn't want your cheap lip gloss to smear now would you? So shut it!" I rebutted.

"At least, I can get a man with this "so called cheap make-up." She sniped.

Wow, I couldn't believe she was bringing up men again, which is her case she really wasn't helping her insult.

"What? Are you seriously including Vermin in this…? I'd rather be single than go out with that not so entertaining big old brute." Vernon was large. You could almost say obese. He had come to Paris on vacation and unfortunately met my nasty excuse for a sister on the streets of Paris. He's decided to stay a while longer to see where this relationship would go, I wouldn't be surprised if Petunia was the first to take interest in him, because well let's just say two things I'm not going to miss this summer while I'm gone is Petunia and the oversized, desperate, git: Vernon.

"His name is Vernon, and he's very funny, and extremely sweet." She said all dreamy. Ewe. I could blow chunks.

After settling my stomach, I chuckled a bit in disbelief, "Funny? Are you completely bonkers? The man works in a car factory for goodness sakes, it's all he talks about, and I doubt he'd be that nice if he truly knew what I was…" Shit. Why did I bring that up, I asked Merlin.

"I wouldn't care if he wasn't nice to you, I'd encourage it." She said with an evil grin, I was done with her, completely done, so I ended the conversation with a scoff, I know not a good way to win an argument. Petunia sat high and happy at the thought that she won and I could only glare at how innocent she looked on the outside but inside little devil ears were just itching to pop out of her head.

"Alright, now that we had the daily snap, are the parents aloud to speak now?" My mum said folding her arms, and giving the look. The look that means so much, I really can't explain it, but in short terms let me just say…it scares the daylights out of me.

She waited, just like scholars, until there was utter silence, and then she spoke.

"Now, Lily I know your upset, and I know I told you before, but this way you can get away from what life has always been and discover something new, I swear your gonna like this camp. We really just did it in best interest to make your summer a more upbeat one rather than a let's stay home and read summer" she was playing that card hard, but she was somewhat telling the truth, I'd get to be away from family, in a different country, and I'm sure it will… it will be fun.

My flight was booked for 11:45 o'clock from France straight to Heathrow Airport then onto a bus straight to camp. Oh joy!

The hours passed slowly, why did mum wake me up so early? Eventually, I was watching the clock tick, if I really had to go, I wanted the whole goodbye, I'll see you soon, have fun spiel out of the way. Finally with bags packed in the trunk of our outsider very English car, we set off to the airport.

Arrival to airport…check, baggage check…check, through the glass doors of mystery…happening as I speak.

My mum is crying, her emerald green eyes are swelling and her mascara is running…oh lord here it comes. I have no idea why though. She's the one that signed me up there should be no crying involved.

"Mum, stop it, it's embarrassing." I whispered gently slapping her arm, I know I'm horrible but crying is just not my thing.

"Can't a loving mother, show caring tears for her child that's about to go off for a month?" my mum asked once again soaking the airports floor. Someone will have to clean that up.

"No, you can't, but mum if you don't want me to go then I'll-"I tried once again.

"No! I'm perfectly fine you're getting on that plane." She demanded clearing her tears, wow her care for me about to go off for a month ended fast.

The intercom interrupted with the departure of my flight.

"Well I'm off. To camp. For a month. All alone. Without my loving parents that I love so much." LIES, well, for now.

"I'll see ya Lily have fun, I'm going to miss you." My dad said wrapping me in a bear tight hug. That was my last shot, and it didn't work. I really was going, I can't believe it. "Come back in one piece Lils, I don't know what I'm going to do without you, I love Petunia with all my heart, but there are times where I wished she was up at magic school and you were here."

"Dad!" I couldn't believe he just said that, but… I was happy.

"Shh, don't tell Tuney." He kissed me on the cheek and then pulled away.

I looked off to my mom, she was tearing up again.

"Come here, sweetie." My mom enclosed me in her arms. "I'm going to miss you, Lily, I really am, but this will be good for you, I promise." I knew she was doing it out of the kindness of her heart, but next time include me in your kind acts. "And I made sure it was co-ed, go have yourself a summer romance." She chuckled.

"Mum!" I carried out, pulling away from the hug to see her bright smile. What was up with my parents, first my dad plays favorites, then my mum sets me up, I can't say I wasn't pleased by them both, but seriously they weren't my parents.

"Now go Lily or you won't make your flight." Hmmm… maybe I'll carry out the goodbyes just a little longer, come on Lily start the cry baby act, it will give you just the amount of time to-

"That's not happening missy, I know exactly what you're thinking. Now get going." My mother pointed towards the flight entrance.

Am I really that obvious?

The intercom interrupted once more warning its last call for my flight.

"Lily Evans, get going." My mother demanded.

Alright, bye parents, see you in a month! Past the glass doors of mystery, check. Camp Laurel here I come. Yippee?

…

Even better, I've been seated next to a deaf elderly woman and an obese middle aged man who has a need for food every five minutes, that's Vernon in 30 years time, I bet you. I'm fortunate that my flight is two hours I'll just sleep my way there.

…

That didn't work the elderly lady's constant screams and the middle age fatty asking for some more peanuts wouldn't get the sand man to sleep, let alone me. So what other to do then wonder, wonder how the next month will be. Will I make friends fast, or will I be the no good, good for nothing loser who hangs out with kids two times younger than me? Will I like the food? Will I manage wakeup call? Will I actually want to participate? Will guys notice me? Now that's an important question. I am sixteen, I'm entitled to be a girl and think of boys, especially since I'm someone who rarely sees the gender.

Yes, I was listening to my mother, a little summer romance wouldn't do me any harm, and I bet it happens all the time. I just hope my mum signed me up for the good camp, if the guys aren't good looking then my summer really will be wasted.

A half an hour gone by, I filled it with French versions of Tom and Jerry. I know, "Why is it the French version", it's a silent television show, they've got that woman though, the one that owns tom, she occasionally yells, so there you go…

All I know is that I sure will be glad to be England, just because I can't stand another minute on this plane. I hope they do post there, cause as soon as I'm there I'm gonna have to tell my bestie, Kels, how completely bored I am. Kels has been my best friend since the start of my magical career at Beauxbatons, we have roomed together each and every year, and I can tell her anything. Which I will, starting with how much of a dump this camp was, I'm sure the trees are no different in London than Paris, so why bother exploring different cultures.

Kels is the closest I've been to any human being; she is the sister I've never had, in clichéd terms. She's one for positivity too, and has those fancy quirks you couldn't possibly find in anyone else, and I love her in every single way. I promised her, she'd get the details on everything dreadful and everything that might be delightful that's happening at this co-ed camp.

I told her that this place was a boys attraction too and well, she nearly had a heart attack, what, we go to an all girls school, things like this don't happen often.

She told me "it's a sign, Lils, it's your chance to find you a man, make something of your life." Cause you can't be someone without a boy-toy hanging on your side. She continued with "You're gonna be there for a month, find that boy and kiss him, kiss him hard, but set the moment, you don't want to seem desperate honey."

I chuckled at the memory of her giving me this 'go get him' speech. She was such a sap, one who had it hard for romance, and relationships, one who was set on meeting the one, and fall for him. I loved her unconditionally, but she was a bit emotionally attached to the idea of true love conquers all. Ooh how I wish to pieces that she could come with me.

The intercom sounded once more and the always positive flight attendants' voice rang over the entire plane, instructing us to fasten our seat belts, for in a few minutes time we'd be landing. Sweet Lord I made it in one piece, well except a loss for all appetite and maybe all hearing in my right ear, but otherwise, I'm just dandy!

Arriving at Heathrow Airport was a whole different site then in France. Charles de Gaulle airport was a much smaller structure to London's. After baggage claiming it took me two 'you are here' maps, following some people around, and three strangers, to find the entrance and cab. I was amongst a few other passengers who had no family anxiously waiting on the other side of the barricaded doors, all I had was a crabby cab driver with a beer belly and two teeth, waiting for his month's rent pay, at the entrance to the airport. Golly gee, I was off to great start!

Sarcasm obviously, worst of all was trying to understand the bloke while dodging the amount of saliva that came out of his mouth. I hope guys at camp will be better looking than this guy. Fortunately, the drive was short; apparently the Camp Laurel bus station was ten minutes around the corner. I stepped out of the cab, bent down and asked the disgusting driver how much it would be.

"It be… be ehet…it be eheteeny ...pounds m'am" coursing through my brain to define what the hell eheteeny meant and the fact that I was being robbed of my money, I gave him the right amount of notes and was off to my last car ride.

The lot was filled with automobiles, all those of family seeing their children off. Why were those kids already waving though? I looked at the large clock atop the bus information station, it read two o'clock. Shit! They were leaving! Trotting my duffle and carryon along the way, I hustled through the massive crowd of parents and siblings to what looked like bus 3. To my eye, all the buses were filled, so I best try to find one with a vacant seat. Pushing past the last of the families, I cluttered myself on board of the bright yellow bus.

Things went quiet very quickly. All conversations and laughter silenced as they glared at the new girl, great! I skimmed through the crowded bus, everyone seemed to be my age, but every seat was filled but one.

There, towards the back, was a double seat with only one spot filled, next to a very mysterious teenage boy

O.o.O

[James Point of View]

What better to end my good night's sleep, than to hear my mum blasting her loud foghorn in my bloomin' ear? She wasn't even in the room, she couldn't have taken those extra five minutes to walk the halls of our house and then wake me up? All I need was five more minutes, but apparently I only had five minutes to get moving or I'd be late for my unfortunate joining of summer camp. Three cheers for James? Still wrapped up in my sheets with the curtains shut and my music still playing, obviously meant that those five minutes could wait.

…

Or not. Who shakes a sleeping boy? My sheets were pulled, my curtains were opened, and my music was charmed out of my head, she was like Satan.

"James Potter, you get your arse out of bed right now, or there will be no visits from Remus and Sirius when you miss your bus!" I sighed, what good is it living, if you can't get what you want. I mean it's bloomin' summer, the time where you should be able to get down and let loose, not that I don't already do that at Hogwarts, but the time where you're actually allowed to get down and let loose.

"You have five minutes James, Remus and Sirius will be there to see you off." She said clearing a path out of my messy, but completely organized room.

"Five minutes" she repeated once more before leaving my room. I grunted could my parents make their kid any less happy? They "claim" the real reason they signed me up to this place was because I needed to discover things outside my life of magic, I say horse dollop to that, they were just giving excuses for wanting me out of the house, especially when the guys were over. If all they wanted was alone time, ugh that image is burned into my brain for life, image of parents action out, image of James' action, yes please.

If there's one thing I'll like about this camp, I hope, are the girls. I mean no one can resist my face, my body, my skills; I'm just a god, apparently said by those at Hogwarts. My friends and I, we get around a lot in school, except for Peter, he's just… Peter. The core flirts are Sirius and myself. We can't help it if girls can't resist our ruggedly handsome faces, well mine is, I can't say so for Sirius…

Although, girls are a pretty big influence in this bore fest camp, the one thing I'm sure as hell going to miss is my daily Quidditch, sure I'm gonna go on the futbol pitch and fly a magical broom and not get questioned about it, right I highly doubt anyone would miss this huge factor that a man is flying on a broom. "But he isn't wearing a black cloak, he doesn't have green skin, he doesn't have a wart." Muggles these days… what do they come up with?

Dragging myself out of bed, because nothing really inspired me to get out earlier, I slugged my way over to the curtains and aggressively shut them, yes I was awake, no I could not see a thing. Dark, is how I like it, I can perfectly fix myself into presentable clothes without the lights on and… it saves energy, pfft, duh.

Still with that morning syndrome of fatigue left in me, I trudged over to a pile of clothes, grabbed what looked like a pair of dark jeans, and a black hoodie, and I was set. As you can see mornings are not fresh happy times for this ol' camper… I will never refer myself to that ever again.

I was too tired to walk the hallways, go down the many stairs that made up our unusual mansion for three people, greet Minnie, our house elf, talk at all basically, and most shocking of all, I was too tired to eat. I have no understanding to this seeming that its noon, and I wasn't the normal "high-metabolism- so-lets-horde-everything- and-stuff-my-face- James" was terrifying. Not once have I ever refused to eat. Food is my life. I'll eat like it's my business, I wish there was a wizarding job as such.

At last I reached the kitchen, a place where tummies are meant to be full, and empty ones are not welcome. Breakfast was ready, the house elves were good for one thing, and one thing only and that was food, I didn't ask them for anything else, in fact, I refused them really to do anything for me, but they, including Minnie, still insist on asking "Would the master care for a foot stool" and they would bow before their knees, it wasn't right. We freed them ages ago, but they band together like a pack of werewolves and demanded us to let them stay. So I told them since they keep nagging me for orders and instructions that all they can do for me is make food, and that made them considerably happy.

"Looking dark today, James, my boy, to what reason is that?" My father, said highly. He was reading the latest news in the daily prophet, his matching eyes met mine.

"To the reason I've got to go to this bloody camp. I said miserably, I was still hung on the fact that I wasn't hungry. I looked at the sausage, it looked quite delicious, but could I manage to lift my arm muscles to pick up my fork and stab the poor pig, no, fatigue does that to ya, or maybe staying up till two a.m. wizard chatting with Pete was what made me groggy. I'll blame Wormtail later.

"Cheer up, Deary, it's for a month, if you're worried the boys might forget you and kick you out of that club of yours, what's it called? The Militias?" She stood there and pondered. She knew it was wrong and standing there, with an utterly confused expressed plastered on her face, didn't flatter her.

"Anyways," she said obviously giving up, "If you're worried we'll figure out how to use that mingling system and send you some letters." Maybe she needs to discover things outside the magical world, cause clearly muggle studies was not her subject, neither was it for me, but at least I know what a post office is.

"Listen to your mum, James, you'll have fun, you'll come back glad you went, I bet!" Bets, they were an interesting part of my life. I remember the days of getting girls, transfigurations questions, and Snape's secret lover, turned into some mean payback that included, purple hair dye, pepper imps, and commotions in McGonagall's class that, let's just say didn't end well for a certain stag and dog…

Anyways, I took in what dad said remembering back to those 'back when I was a boy' stories, his life was adventuress, he moved around, encountered near death several times, some from curse others from stupid dares, he's chased the girl he loved, caught her soon enough settled down, and now is assistant to minister of magic, that's his idea of settling down.

It was already one o'clock, just an hour more before my normality would be taken away.

"Now, I hope you are ready because we are leaving early." My mum said smoothing out her blouse.

"My eyes widened, EARLY! They sure do want me out fast, and no I hadn't packed my bags, coming up with lies was my forte.

"Of course… I packed, let me just go grab Sirius' jacket, he left here last week, give me five minutes." These will be the shortest five minutes ever after turning around the corner out of sight of the kitchen, I sprinted full speed down the hallway up the stairs to the left down that hallway, up another flight of stairs, down that hallway, and stopped in the middle. I had found my room; it only took… two minutes of my time!

Crashing open the door, I packed in every non-magical referenced shirt, no Puddlemere United, no Gryffindor, no dueling clubs, or even the free MoM t-shirts my father had brought home over the years, stuffing his face with white shirts, several hoodies, jeans, cargoes, trainers, and even though I wasn't aloud my wand some book once again no magical, done.

Now just…conjure up Sirius' jacket make it look real and now that journey back, maybe I can discover myself on the way back, and skip this whole journey into the woods.

Running full throttle back to the kitchen, almost knocking two elves on their butts, I apologized and continued to sprint. I'm so nice, I'll apologize more sincerely when I get back, but right now make it on time and not look suspicious.

…

I'm there! My mum and dad are in the same positions with not a worry on their faces, so much for keeping to my lie. I was panting fairly loud, like a dog left in the heat, and this could have sparked my dad's mind because he knew then that something was up.

"You didn't pack your bags, did you?" I didn't need to answer for them to know the answer.

"James, you didn't need to lie." But mom it's my job to lie.

"You could have told me that earlier." I managed to say. There were slight chuckles before anyone spoke again.

"Alright young man, wand, where is it?" Damn, use your lying skills.

"Err… its upstairs, left bedside cupboard, under my Quidditch Weekly's" that sounded alright, and believable.

"Two- way mirror" Jeez they really don't trust me, they know me so well.

"I lent it to Remus, no use having it here." Yes, that's two perfect lies, I mean they won't bother going up to my room, because I specified exactly where it was, and I use Remus, the nice boy, referred to by my parents, so they won't be asking him either, hopefully.

"And lastly, your broom." My mum said. Had she expected me to shrink it?

"I'm not stupid mum, its down stairs in the broom cupboard, stashed right at the front." Ever since I could walk, I could fly. That cupboard was chocker blocked full of every broom I had grown out of. Enough for two Quidditch teams, even.

"And you've got clothes, you're not going to send back wishing you had more clothes, are you?" Geez my mom was really budging this 'we don't want to see, hear, or basically sense you for an entire month' thing into the ground. I'm not that annoying…

"Yes, Mum." I said with a tired sigh.

"Alright, alright, then we're off, say goodbye to your father." Yes, say goodbye to the man that's to go on adventures, seek danger, and solve problems…while I, on the other hand, get to go to happy camp, oh boy!

After a genuinely manly goodbye between father and son, we stashed my bags in our muggle car trunk, and headed to Laurel Camp Bus Station. I know what you're thinking, but how else could we travel without being questioned that we disappeared one second and appeared somewhere else, let's just say no one would take it lightly. So the one common thing between muggles and wizards is that almost all magical people learn to drive, not me…yet, but soon enough I will. A gnarly ride, will do me good with the ladies not that I don't need any help really.

The car ride was alright, slept the whole way, leaving mum to dance with her fingers, the whole way there. To acquire a moody James, consists of one: early mornings, two: bad wake up calls, and 3: being forced to do something. I had received all three today, so on the scale I wasn't even tolerable.

It wasn't a very nice nap, if you could even call it a nap, ten minutes it took, I think my mum was speeding, but she was adamant on saying the bus station was not far from our house. A groan escaped y mouth out of frustration. This place was real, I was really signed up, and I would have taken it as a joke if I didn't see two nutters by the names of Sirius and Remus outside waiting. I wish they could come, but it was them who were part of the reason why I was going, I needed to get away from everyone, leave James to himself and they'll have a going away celebration without me.

Covering my eyes with black shades and then popping my hood over my head, I grabbed my bags, yawned a bit and then made my way over to the friends who were supposed to beg and plead me not to go which didn't go so well the week before with mum. She threatened both Remus and Sirius that she'd send them to stay the rest of the week with Aunt Millie, the evil witch, not literally, but she was close to it, so they stopped. "We will stop at nothing" my arse.

"Hey guys", I sighed.

"Well someone's a bit grumpy today." The slim, long shaggy haired git I call my best friend said.

"Well, someone is getting shipped off to hell because someone didn't beg and plead hard enough." I imitated.

"Oh, come off it, Prongs, mate, we would have tried harder, but she was going to send us to Millie, Aunt Millie, and it was coming from your mum, so I believed it." Remus pointed.

"And right you did, Remus, I'm glad authority has taken notice." My mum entered, carrying her bundle of keys.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter." Remus greeted kindly, as he always did. Complete suck up, I tell ya.

"Hello, Remus m'boy. How are you two since I saw you last?'

"Oh if you're talking about fifteen hours ago… nothing much the usual sleep till noon, and then getting here, no biggie." I could see the chaotic mess, Sirius and Remus probably made rushing to get ready fast and not a bellowed at by mum. She loved us all dearly, but boy does she have a mouth.

"Well, I'll leave you be. James, give me your bags while you say goodbye." I put out my larger bag , but kept my carry on, I needed something to do on the bus while I waited the ten hours till everyone got here, note the sarcasm, it comes a lot.

"So, look, sorry mate that we can't be there, but if it's true emergency then we will apparate." Remus and Sirius had gotten their licenses near the end of school, and pretty much took every chance to brag that they had, if I had my apparition license, it would be goodbye camp, hello beach.

"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled, though it seemed they meant it I still couldn't help to feel angry.

'You've got your mirror, right?" Sirius asked.

'I nodded, "yup, packed, mum made sure to ask me about it."

"You didn't tell her did you?" Sirius inquired.

"Yes, Sirius, I told my mother I was bringing a magical device to a muggle camp where I am to discover things outside magic. You are such a dolt. Of course I didn't tell her, I lied and told her you had it. I said pointing to Remus.

"Thanks for dragging me into this." Remus said simply.

"Oh you're very welcome, it's the least I can do since you guys did all you could to get me out of this trip." Once again, said sarcastically.

"Oh come on, mate, calm yourself. It's a month trip, when you get there, find a cute girl, and your problems will go away." Sirius said easily, pushing his long hair out of his face. I don't know why Sirius thought girls solved everything or more on the matter of just doing it with girls solves problems, but today, my mind agreed, a good snog would really help my mood.

"So, be a good boy, no trouble, and have fun!" Sirius pinched my cheeks. Should I kill him?" I could see mum was urgently waiting by the car, she had already said goodbye to me several times in the car, and looked like she really just wanted to leave.

"I'll call you Saturday, early in the morning. So be prepared." I said angrily grabbing my bag.

"Oh we'll be prepared…err for what?" Sirius said confused. Remus just shook his head disbelievingly at how undeniably stupid he was.

"For the death of the king" I said sardonically. "Two-Way Mirrors, Padfoot. I'll call you early so no one sees me." Sirius sang out a large "O" and then patted him on the back.

"I'll see you Prongs; don't hurt any girl's feelings now." Remus said giving him a short hug.

"See you around, Padfoot, Moony." They waved one last time, before entering the car, and mum sped off again.

I sighed, and lumbered onto bus three, I can't believe mum made me leave this early. I'm the first one here, great, now I have the 'ooh I can't wait for camp, it's going to be so much fun!" image. Listening to now a muggle contraption, called a CD player, I could listen to music, without people questioning where it was coming from. I sat near the back, in the window seat, and nodded off to loud rock. I guess you could say I looked pretty uninviting by my appearance and the fact that half an hour later the bus had filled quite a bit, and no one chose to sit next to me. I'm fine with that too; I'm not here to make friends, just to get it over with. It seems buses were arranged by age because it looked to me everyone was around my age, not that I cared. I went back to nodding off to rock music when seconds from departure a flaming red head bustled on the bus, and made her way back to the only seat left: next to me.

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[3rd POV]

It was two o'clock on the dot, and the many buses departed the lot with many kids saying their last goodbyes, neither James nor Lily. Lily plopped herself down in the vacated seat before asking "Do you mind?" James, not in the mood to get to know anybody just yet, shook his head and went back to looking out the window.

Neither one could deny that they found one another attractive, she found his messy hair and hazel eyes unique, and he found her emerald eyes and striking pure red hair mesmerizing, but they didn't show it. Neither one was in the mood to even talk, or introduce themselves.

Lily looked around and noticed that every guy and girl excluding the bus driver was around her age. There was a blonde girl whose hair lay straight down her back, she had the typical pretty face, but with a permanent bitch stare as well. Behind her looked to be her posse, it consisted of one person, who seemed that she didn't want to be following this stuck up witch, but did so anyways. Both set glaring at lily, I'm making enemies already… just smile. She thought, and her mouth twitched upwards. In front, there were some brunette boys talking sports, and nearer to the driver were two blondes, good looking both of them, but not a good enough angle to judge.

She glanced over at the 'dark-nameless-all-to-himself-my-life-sucks' teenage boy to see that he still hadn't adjusted his position: slouched with his head against the wall.

Soon enough the bus quieted down about two octaves, so it wasn't obnoxiously loud that you couldn't even think. Lily grabbed her sketch book and pencil, packed away in her duffle-bag, and began drawing. It was still another half an hour till they reached the campsite, so what better than to do her favourite thing, even if the roads were rocky.

While outlining the Charles de Gaulle airport, she noticed the two glaring girls were giggling and glancing towards Lily, but it wasn't she they were staring at it was the supposed hottie behind her. She looked up, and they immediately stopped and resumed the bitchy glare they gave her earlier. She shook her head at how unbelievably immature they were being, and carried on with shading one of the many windows of Paris' airport.

Little did she know, unidentified boy, had continually peeked over. He could identify easily what she was drawing; she was really good not that he cared. He came up with the theory that "I don't care about anyone here" might get him sent home, so he didn't speak up, he just looked out the window, while listening to his compact disc.

While finishing the touch ups of the flight tower, Lily became more aware of her surroundings and listened in, to see if she could catch any names. Two girls behind her who were in constant conversation since the bus had started, were now debating whether last year's head counselor really had gotten married. She listened closer.

"Evie, for the last time, I can hardly imagine Head Counselor Jordan got married, she's an old hag and spent her life taking care of obnoxious little children, who the hell would eve r marry someone with that sort of life story?"

"I'm telling you, Judie from two years past, she lives across the street from her, and was positive she saw a man enter her house several times!" the girl named Evie said.

"I don't know something tells me, Judie from two years past…might be lying. And if she isn't I just don't want to think of that sixty year old women doing things not meant for people that old to do." The still nameless girl shuttered. Lily laughed quietly.

"Whatever, don't believe me" Evie gave up, "ooh Sara we're here!" The bus suddenly erupted in cheers as the bus pulled to a stop.

The doors swung open, and a middle aged woman, with dark green hiking gear stepped on the bus, and waited for the cheers to settle. James pulled his earphones out of his ear, which caught Lily's eyes. He turned his head and met her eyes for a mere second or two before turning straight ahead with a scoff.

"Hello Campers! I'm glad you had a safe trip, when you get off the bus, I want you to head to the campfire circle, your bags will be taken care of, but take anything you have with you now off the bus, be sure not to forget anything, because you won't see these buses for a long time." She stepped back down, but returned quite quickly with, "Oh and I almost forgot, Welcome to Camp Laurel!"

The bus once again erupted in cheers, and everyone stood, gathering their carry-ons. Lily turned around and noticed the two girls standing, who were having the funny conversation, behind her, and she smiled weakly and then turned back around. Lily bent down to grab hold of her duffle-bag, which was stashed under her seat, when a force bumped her back in her seat. The boy, sitting next to her had pushed past her, pushing his earpieces back in his ear and resumed walking down the aisle without an apology.

Lily scoffed at his rude attitude. Well clearly he doesn't want to be here either. She thought, and then continued standing in the jam packed cue, off the bus.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed chapter one of Summer Romances! I came upon the idea a while ago, and just thought I'd start writing it! Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, what I did wrong, anything, by clicking the little review button below!

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