Episode Three: No Sleep, Camp Exodus, California (Continued)

Night time had fallen on the camp grounds. It was Nine o'clock, and a bunch more of the campers had succumbed to the overpowering sleep. Currently, the Screaming Grizzlies were leading the Killer Bones with Ten people awake to their Nine. Some of them, like Seamus, had reached the point of hallucination. Seamus looked over at the Patil twins, who were sleeping together, and watched as a grizzly bear suddenly jumped out, roared loudly, and ate their heads clean off their bodies.

"NOOOOOOOO! LOOKOUT!"

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Seamus screamed, causing the Patil twins to wake up in panic, and alerting everyone else to their way. Seamus rubbed his eyes and looked around frantically.

"Where is it?!"

"Where's what!" Parvati screamed at him, ready to pounce.

"The Bear!"

"What bear?"

"The giant grizzly that was about to eat you!"

Everyone looked confused. Some rubbed their heads, trying to make sense of it all. Lockhart soon came around.

"Congratulations, campers," He said cheerfully, "The rest of you left awake has made it to the Twenty Four hour mark! You've been awake the whole day! Now that's impressive!"

"Says the man who probably had a wonderful time sleeping last night," Pansy grumbled under her breath.

"Noooow…it's time to kick it up a notch!" He gestured to Snape, who pranced out in a sheep costume and a mini harp, while Lockhart pulled covers off of a pile of books, "Fairytales!"

"He's joking, right?" Hermione cried out as she and Ron sat shoulder to shoulder against the dirt slope of the campfire pit.

"Now gather 'round, kiddies!" Lockhart said as he picked up a book, "Because it's Story Time!"

Snape plucked a few strings on his harp in a melodious tune, and a few campers laughed. He shot a few death glares, instantly shutting them up.

Lockhart cleared his throat. "Once…upon…a time…" He read in a slow, soft, monotone voice. "There was…inside this boring kingdom…a boring village…" he read on as Snape continued to softly pluck the strings on his harp.

"And inside this boring…sleepy…village…" (Susan yawned, Harry began rubbing his eyes) "Filled with…very…boring…children…" (Justin's eyes began to droop) "Who did many…boring…things…"

Justin closed his eyes, and imagined little sheep jumping over a steeple, as many sleepy children do. But instead, the steeple was a giant harp. After about five sheep had jumped, Snape in his sheep costume decided to jump as well. But when he got in midair, the dream froze as a loud fart woke him up instantly. It turns out that he had fallen asleep on Dean's butt, and Dean just so happened to fart.

"AHHHH! GRROOOSS!" Justin squealed as he jumped and coughed out puffs of fart. Dean slept soundly on.

Just as things couldn't get any worse, they did. Somewhere, the Sugar Plum Fairy theme song from The Nutcracker Suite began playing, and Snape jumped out from behind the trees, dressed in a hot pink fairy pixie dress, complete with a gold crown, wings, and glass slippers. He jumped around and flicked his wand, causing sparks of pixie dust to float into the campers' faces, making them even more sleepy and willing to fall asleep. Neville had tied himself to a tree to try and keep himself awake (despite cutting off circulation in his body), but Snape's pixie dust spell caught to him, causing him to fall into a deep slumber against the tree. Snape stopped prancing, smiled evilly, and shot a blast of light at the tree. The tree tethered and suddenly topped over, with Neville on the bottom of it.

"Tiiiiimmmmbbbeeerrrrrr!" Ron yawned out as the campers watched the tree fall with the sleeping Neville tied to it, leaving the score Seven to Eight in favor of the Killer Bones.

Pansy: I've figured out that if I kept on moving around, I would beat the rest of them out. Just got to keep my eye on the ball.

Midnight. The moon had risen fully at this point. The campers were Twenty Seven hours in into this cruel challenge. The Screaming Grizzlies regained the lead, having six campers still awake while the Killer Bones only had Four.

"Seeing as we're awake," Lavender spoke up to Romlida and Susan, "We should talk about our strategy for winning this thing." When they didn't respond, she nudged Romlida.

"Huuuhhhh? Whaaaa? Ohhhhh…" Romilda groaned before she fell flat over backwards and Susan followed right after.

"Romilda? Susan!"

But Romlida and Susan had given in to the sleep, leaving the Screaming Grizzlies tied with the Killer Bones at four apiece.

Hermione and Ron sat next to each other against one of the tree stumps, talking with each other now that they had the time.

"Favorite song?" Hermione asked.

"Ummm….'I Must Be Dreaming' by The Maine. Favorite color?"

"Blue Jay Blue, like on the bird, the Blue Jay."

"Blue Jay Blue….that's quite unlike you, Hermione. I like it."

They smiled at each other and Ron's ears began turning crimson. Hermione tried not to laugh, but she ended up yawning instead.

"Awwww," Ron said as he put his hand on her face, "Don't fall asleep yet, 'Mione! Quick! What's your favorite movie?"

"Really?" Hermione began to blush hard at the question. "You might find this cheesy, and a bit stupid, but my favorite movie is The Notebook."

Ron began laughing, and Hermione slapped him. "I told you it was cheesy!"

"Wow, 'Mione, you actually like that movie?"

Before Hermione could respond, someone walked past them that caused the two of them to quickly shut their mouths and turn and look behind them. On the ground were someone's clothes. They looked back up. Dean was completely naked, everything hanging out, and was sleepwalking all the way to the woods.

Dean: Well, I ate the whole plate of mashed potatoes and steak-and-kidney pie at the feast two nights ago. And Steak-and-Kidney pie makes me sleep walk, soooooo….

Ron and Hermione lay across from each other, the tops of their heads facing each one another. They laid flat on their backs and watched the night sky, trying to stay awake with each other.

"You still awake?" Ron mumbled quietly.

"Yeah," Hermione sighed, "It's a bit odd actually. I think I'm so exhausted to the point that I'm not even tired anymore. Does that make sense?"

"'Mione, seeing as we've been awake for over 24 hours, it's safe to say that it doesn't make sense. Then again, hardly anything makes sense to me." They both chuckled at the last part, for it was actually remotely true. "Where's the Little Dipper again?" he asked as he looked into the stars.

Hermione chuckled again. "See the Big Dipper?" she pointed into the sky at a series of stars that made up the Big Dipper. "You just follow the handle to the Pull Star, and it's right there beside it."

"Woah….that's cool…." Ron sighed as a big smile overcame him.

Meanwhile, Dean (still completely naked) had sleepwalked all the way to the Cliffside where the campers had their first challenge just last week. He was about to walk right off the edge, but he quickly turned around and had his back facing the ocean. And just suddenly, he fell backwards off the cliff and straight into the ocean.

Back at the campsite, Ron, Hermione, and a few of the remaining awake campers had finally took notice of Michael, who was standing like a statue, wide awake as can be.

"Wow," Hermione said in awe, "Just look at him! He's been awake and standing like that for a long, long time!"

"Don't you think it's all a bit suspicious though, 'Mione?" Ron asked. "The fact that he's pretty much been standing in that position the entire time?"

"Hey…yeah…." Hermione agreed.

They both went up to Michael and jumped up and down in his face, Ron making screeching sounds as he did. But Michael neither moved nor reacted, and if he did take notice, he was doing one hell of a job ignoring them.

"Wow, I'm amazed at his concentration," Ron said as he scratched his head in confusion.

Hermione touched Michael's face with her finger, and what happened next shocked everyone who was still awake: Michael flinched, and his eyes faltered to reveal his real eyes. Hermione and Ron gasped and jumped back; Michael had been sleeping the whole time.

"His eyelids!" Marietta screamed out as she witnessed them from across the pit, "I saw them! They were painted over!"

"Wow, really?" Lockhart asked, astonished, then his smile returned. "Oh, I have got to see this one!"

He ran over to Michael who shrugged and grinned sheepish and guiltily. "That was incredible!" Lockhart exclaimed, "Buuuutttt, you're still out the game."

Lockhart walked away, with the Grizzlies officially down to three members left awake

Dean was having adventure in the water. He sleep swam up a waterfall with the fish in the sea, and disappeared within the woods once more. And thus passed another night.

And another day.

And another night.

And it was daylight once more.

The morning of what appeared to be day three of the Awake-A-Thon brought a bit more hijinks. Draco, who was still awake for the Killer Bones, had in his possession a cup with warm water in it. Snickering, he tiptoed towards Collin, picked up his hand, and placed the hand inside the cup of warm water. Collin groaned a little, and within seconds he had peed himself.

"Oh. My. God!" Draco laughed out loud, "I can't believe it! That Muggle trick actually worked!"

Collin woke up to the sound of Draco laughing hysterically. He looked around with a confused look on his face, then looked down and shrieked when he saw the pee stain on his pants. Embarrassed, he scurried off to find a clean pair of pants and fresh underwear.

Ernie was sucking on something, and he felt it too. When he woke up, he froze in shock to find that he was spooning with Justin and that he had been sucking his ear. The two guys screamed and jumped away from each other, blushing furiously as they did so.

At the fire pit, Ron, Hermione, and Lavender, the last three awake for the Grizzlies, sat around. Each of them were so desperately wanting to go to sleep. Hell, the muddy ground below their feet looked like it would make the perfect bed.

"Three words," Hermione yawned out, "I. Want. Coffee."

"Right…." Ron and Lavender agreed.

"I mean, anything with some type of caffeine will be just fine," Hermione continued, "Is that too much to ask for?"

"Oh, c'mon now, you three," Lockhart said as he came by them. And would you look at that? He was sipping a nice cup of hot coffee. Hermione growled at him. "Just fall asleep already! You know you want to!"

Hermione growled even louder and pounced on him, pinning him against the ground. "Give me the coffee! You've got to help me out, Lockhart! I'll even eat the grinds! JUST GIVE ME THE COFFEE!"

After a struggle, Lockhart managed to throw Hermione off of him and pick himself up.

"Uggh! These were a perfectly good pair of robes, too!" Lockhart pouted as he dusted himself off. "But very well then. You five," He gestured to Ron, Hermione, Lavender, Draco, and Marietta, "Will come to me. As for the rest of you….you're free to take a shower! For God sake, you all stink!"

The rest of the weary campers cheered as they ran back to the cabin area to call dibs on the showers.

"Now," he said to the five of them, "I really didn't want it to come down to this. I even told Professor Snape that myself. But I thought that since you guys are so tough, I've come up with the most boring, sleep inducing activity that I could find."

Hermione: Oh, come on! What more could there possibly be? Hmph! Well you know what? Bring it on!

Lockhart pulled out a history book. "And now, for the History of Great Britain. Chapter One. The Island was first inhabited by people who crossed over the land bridge from the European mainland."

They all groaned. Even Hermione groaned, and she was one who was always up for History.

In the woods, the beavers had found Dean, and they had encased him inside their dam.

When Lockhart had finally finished chapter one, Lavender and Marietta had fallen asleep. Soon, Ron began to sway on his seat, and he fell onto the ground.

"No! Ron!" Hermione yelled. But it was too late: Ron had curled up into a ball on the ground and fell asleep. She kneeled down to him.

"Sleep tight, Ron," she whispered in his ear. When no one was looking, she pulled back a part of his trademark ginger Weasley hair, and gave him a light kiss on his forehead.

She was the last one awake for the Screaming Grizzlies, which meant that Draco was the last one awake for the Killer Bones.

"Well, now that it's just you two left," Lockhart said as he closed the book, "I think that that's enough History for one day." And he walked off.

Draco snarled at Hermione. "Well, I'd love to face off against you, Granger. Pity it couldn't be Potter, though. But, I guess a simple minded Mudblood like you will have to do.

She slapped him across the face. Hard. "Don't you ever call me a Mudblood, Malfoy," she whispered viciously under her breath, "And watch your back. You never know when I might attack you."

"How can you? We don't even have our wands! We're in the complete and utter wilderness!"

"I never said I was going to use magic though…"

Draco growled at her, but Hermione only simply ignored him. The day went on as the duo continued the challenge. As night fell once more, it found the two of them sitting from each other at the campfire pit. They watched each other with complete and utter envy.

"What is it about you, Draco? What is it about you that throws me off?"

"I'm a Slytherin, I have good looks, all the girls flock to me, and I'm rich. All of those things you'll never be."

"Well, three out of four of those things you'll never be yourself."

Draco looked appalled. "Well, at least I know where my loyalties lie."

They both yawned and rubbed their eyes before Hermione shot back. "And what loyalties are those, Malfoy?"

"Well, at least I know that fun and games aren't all that's important at Hogwarts."

"What are you talking about? I'm always nose deep in my books! I study!"

"But when you're not studying, you're always running around with Pothead and that…that…Weaselbee…"

"And why in the hell do you care who I run off with and where? I have that right, Malfoy! They're my friends!"

"Because then you're not around!"

As soon as he said that, he covered his mouth, and his pale face began turning pink. If Hermione wasn't so tired, she would've jumped up in surprise and shock.

"You actually…want me…around?"

"Well…yes…and no. You're somewhat of an annoyance to me. Just standing there alone like what you're doing right now is irritating the hell out of me."

Hermione scoffed and turned away. They both yawned once more, before she turned to face him again.

"And is that how you feel? Or are you just messing with my head because you know perfectly well that I'm brain dead?"

"The truth comes out at night, doesn't it?"

He turned to face Hermione full on. "I've never hated you, Granger. I never have."

They both tethered on their seats (well, tree stumps), each of them about to fall over in exhaustion. Hermione tried to force herself to stay upright. She was just moments away from winning. She could just feel it.

"Really, Malfoy?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah…" He whispered as they both fell over onto the ground, seconds from closing their eyes and falling into a much needed sleep. "I guess…you can say…that I've…always…liked…"

But before he could finish his words, exhaustion overcame both Draco and Hermione and plunged them into a deep sleep.

Snape was in the camera room, somewhere in the location of the camp, and was in a chair reading a book. Lockhart returned from his shower, rubbing his golden wavy hair dry. Lockhart looked up at the cameras and discovered that Hermione and Draco were both asleep and that the challenge was pretty much over. He looked over and gasped when he saw that Snape was reading a book and not looking at the monitors.

"Snape!"

"Yes?" he answered in his usual drawl.

"The final two have fallen asleep! Were you paying attention to which one had fallen asleep first?"

"Nope," he replied simply, this time looking up at him.

"Aw, Severus! How will we know who won the challenge then?"

"It's simple, really." He reached into his cloak, and pulled out a Knut. "Heads for Granger, tails for Malfoy."

Lockhart nodded at Snape and gave him the all clear signal. Snape flipped the coin.

The next morning found the rest of the Killer Bones outside their cabin, cowering in fear. Marietta had discovered that her mp3 player was missing, and she was searching frantically inside the cabin, flinging everything out the window.

"GAAAHHHH! WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS MY MP3 PLAYER!?"

The Killer Bones whimpered. Marietta stuck her head out of the window. "I NEED MY MUSIC! I KNOW ONE OF YOU TOOK IT! NO ONE LEAVES UNTIL I GET MY MP3 PLAYER BACK!"

She stuck her head back inside and continued her search, throwing more items outside the cabin. As they continued to cower, Lavender walked by, smiling evilly at the scene.

"Why hello, fellow campers," she greeted in a fake tone, "And might I ask what's going on?"

"Some stole Marietta's mp3 player," Pansy said, then she turned to face the others, "Now, one of you, whoever took it, please give it back so we can end this madness!"

"Oh!" Lavender said suddenly, and she reached inside her shorts pocket and pulled out the mp3 player that she had stolen. "You mean this mp3 player?"

Marietta poked her head out, and at the sight of the mp3 player, she rushed up to Lavender like a little kid who wanted candy.

"I found this at the fire pit," Lavender said as she gave the music device to Marietta, "You must have dropped it there."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Marietta cried with glee as she hugged her mp3 player tight to her chest, "Thank you soooo much!"

"No problem," Lavender said before walking off, an evil smile spreading on her face.

Marietta turned back to face her teammates, all of whom were looking directly at her with glares on their faces.

"I'm so sorry for that misunderstanding," she apologized, "I guess no one stole it after all…"

They glared at her even harder. She shook under the intense eyes and shuffled her feet. "Okay. I guess I overreacted just a little bit…"

Lavender: Turning the team against its own members is pretty much the easiest trick in the book. No magic needed.

Lockhart came into view at the campsite. "Attention Campers! It has been made official: The Screaming Grizzlies won the challenge with Hermione being the final one awake for their team! Killer Bones, I shall be seeing you all tonight for another vote off!"

The Grizzlies cheered and each congratulated Hermione for winning them the challenge. The Killer Bones sighed and groaned. Once again, they would have to go through the voting process at the Campfire pit. After all was said and done, the campers all went into their cabins for a much needed nap.

That night, the Killer Bones were sitting at the Campfire Pit, each waiting for their name to be called to receive a marshmallow.

"Bones," Lockhart said as he arrived with a tray of fresh marshmallows, "You've all casted your votes, and there are only Nine marshmallows on this tray. When I call your name, come forward and claim your marshmallow. The camper who doesn't receive one must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave the island. And you can never come back. EVER. First up is Draco."

Draco looked up sleepily, and picked up a marshmallow off the tray.

"Ginny." Ginny got up and received her marshmallow.

"Pansy." Pansy instantly jumped up, excited about her marshmallow.

"Parvati and Padma." "YAY!" The twins cheered and hugged each other.

"Seamus."

"Neville."

"Harry."

Harry ran up to claim his marshmallow and ate it happily. The votes all came down to Collin and Marietta, each of them looking scared out of their wits.

"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening. And it goes to…"

Collin and Marietta both closed their eyes. After a few silent moments…

"Collin."

Collin smiled with relief and went to claim his marshmallow. Marietta was beside herself.

"Marietta," Lockhart said as he walked up to her, "The Dock of Shame awaits you."

Marietta got up and turned to face her now former teammates, a glare upon her face.

"Haha, nice one," she snarled at them, "You know what? I don't need this damn tv show anyways! But just remember this: You all just voted off me. The strongest player on the team. I'd love to see how y'all will get by now!"

She turned around, kicked Lockhart in the shin, and stomped off. Lockhart hopped on one leg as he cradled his other bruised one.

"Owww!" He groaned. "Well, I hope you all have a good night's sleep tonight. You look like you all deserve it."

Pansy: Exactly what I mean. You can't just go on crazy psychopath mode and then expect people to forgive you right after! Even if you are the strongest, fastest, or fittest one here!

Lavender: Sooooo Marietta was one of their strongest members….and now she's gone. I so run this game.

"Goodbye, Marietta!" Pansy called out.

Marietta picked up a long, sharp piece of wood, and chucked it straight at Pansy's head. Pansy ducked and the wood hit the mud wall right behind her.

"Well. That was a touchy goodbye!"

Marietta boarded the boat and it drove off. She sighed and moped.

"Well, I guess I let my temper get the best of me," she said into the cameras, "But they should know that they just voted off their key player! I hope they realize that soon!"

"To the Killer Bass!" Pansy shouted out as they all stood around the fire roasting marshmallows. "And to not end up here again next week!"

Meanwhile, Dean was still fast asleep, but he had fallen asleep inside the cave of some Yetis. They poked at him with sticks, trying to decipher the creature in front of them. One of them poked at Dean's butt, causing Dean to fart. The stench was so foul that the group of Yetis kicked him out of their cave. Dean landed on the ground a good bit away from the cave, his sleep uninterrupted.

And the funniest part of it all? Even now, no one knew that the Screaming Grizzlies had won all because of a coin toss.