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Chapter 4: blood, flesh, and vomit

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. Harry holding a dead, bloody fish.

"EEEWWW!!!" screamed Hermione.

"Surprise!" cried Harry, dangling the blood - dripping fish in front of her. "There is dinner tonight!"

Ron was just staring unbelievingly. Hermione looked like she was about to throw up.

"I think I've lost my appetite," she croaked. And holding her stomach, she dashed away. They eventually heard an odd splattering sound.

"Hermione!" said Ron. He ran after her.

Harry looked at his fish. It wasn't that bad.

Ron found Hermione next to a bush, upchucking and vomiting and throwing up all over the place. Gruesome sight #2 of the night. When she was finally done with her business, he said, "Are you ok?"

"What do you think?" she said. "Of course not! God! This worked out nicely. Right after I take my bath, this happens." and with that she vomited again. After she was finally finished, Ron held her arm and pulled her towards the stream.

"Come on," he said. "You need to clean up," he said. He was still holding her arm, in case she felt so queasy to fall. As they got nearer to the stream, his foot slipped and he came tumbling down.

"AHHHHHHHH!" yelled Ron.

Then Hermione came after him. "EEEEE!" she screamed.

His head landed in some mud. Or was it mud? He sniffed. The smell told him everything. Gruesome sight # 3. "UGH!!!" he said.

He just then realized the position he was in. He was slumped headfirst on the ground. Hermione was on top of him, with both arms around him. And the legs were too tangled to tell whose was whose.

"No wonder you two were yelling," said a voice. They turned their heads and saw Harry standing, his face breaking into a grin. "I'll leave you to your business alone," said Harry.

"Ugh no Harry!" said Hermione. "We both slipped and fell down."

"Yeah well YOU didn't get your face smushed into somebody's crap!" said Ron, disgustedly.

Harry began to crack up. Then his giggles turned to laughs. Then those turned into huge, whooping laughs, which left Harry gasping for air and pounding the ground with his fist. While Harry was on the ground, Ron and Hermione got untangled and waded out into the stream, to wash off. Ron dipped his head under and under but the smell just would NOT go away.

"Here," said Hermione. "Use some of my shower gel. It'll help." She handed over the bottle.

Ron looked at it, then said, "Ugh! I don't want to smell like daisies!" This caused Harry to go into another fit of laughter.

"Oh Ron!" snapped Hermione. "Nobody cares! Besides, it's better than smelling like poop."

So, VERY reluctantly, he poured some on his hand and scrubbed it onto his face. And thankfully, the smell went away. He now had a powerful daisy aroma around him. He kinda liked the smell, but he wasn't about to admit that.

When they got out, Harry said, "Well! I've already cooked the dinner. Let's eat!"

"Are you kidding?" said Hermione. "I'm not eating that thing!"

"Hermione," said Harry, "We haven't eaten in 3 days!"

"So? It's sick."

"Just eat it, Hermione," said Ron.

"No way," she said, stubbornly.

5 minutes later.

Hermione was chewing the fish. It was a very small fish, so they each got a very small portion. She still hated it. The bloody fish was still pictured in her mind. But she had to admit that it felt nice to finally be eating something.

When they were finished, they went to bed. Hermione made Ron be in the middle so that Harry wouldn't grab her butt again. Which, thankfully, didn't happen when they woke up the next morning.

They went outside, and saw that the fire had completely gone out. Just then, Hermione pointed at a spot in the bushes and let out a piercing scream.

Harry and Ron whipped around, looking for the spot she was pointing to. And they saw-

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