Disclaimer: I have been up all night, let's just assume I still do not own Harry Potter.
Warning: The language in this chapter is a bit worse than usual, forgive me.
Author's Note: This chapter feels a little off somehow, but I'm not sure exactly how. So if you have any suggestions, let me know. I also realize that time seems a little jumpy, but this whole camping plot is getting more drawn out then I intended.
Edit: Two things I just realized. A) I've been on this website three years. B) This story is hopefully about to breach 100 reviews. If you're the 100th reviewer I just might have to hug you. Just keep that in mind. 8D
-PP-
I groaned and sat up, cracking my neck with a wince, Granger shifted and let out a content sigh before falling back into a deep sleep. I glared at her accusingly and glanced at my watch. It was six thirty in the morning. I let out miserable whine and stuffed my head under my pillow until it was very clear I wouldn't be getting any more sleep.
I threw on a sweatshirt and slipped on my shoes, wandering out of the tent. The ashes of last night's fire glowed slightly, so I tossed a log on them with a grimace, wondering idly who belonged to the ugly orange sleeping bag a few feet away. I assumed someone got into a fight with their tent mate and decided to brave the outdoors.
The thought had occurred to me, but Granger wasn't that horrible to deal with. She was pretty quiet and kept mostly to herself, so it wasn't the hardest to share a tent with her.
I sighed heavily and flopped onto the ground, inspecting my ruined manicure with an irritated frown. A twig snapped nearby and I glanced up to see Weasley wander into the clearing, topless and sopping wet. He didn't seem to notice me as he tossed his shirt on the atrocious sleeping bag and pushed back his wet fringe.
The water had turned his eyesore red hair into a rather attractive auburn, and as much as I hated to admit it, Weasley had a rather nice body. Though one couldn't normally tell with the awkward baggy clothing he wore.
A couple droplets of water fell from his hair and slid their way down his chest, absorbing into the waist band of his pants. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the fact I was ogling Weasley.
Suddenly his blue eyes landed on me and he froze, a blush crawling up his neck. I felt my face heating up and cursed the gods.
"Er. Good morning, Parkinson." He stuttered, before grabbing his shirt and pulling it on hastily. I nodded, putting on an expression I hoped was haughty.
"Weasley." I ground out, hoping he didn't notice the way my voice wavered. He stood there awkwardly, his blush only intensifying.
The silence was deafening and it seemed like Weasley could do nothing but stand there, blushing like a moron.
I sighed quietly and picked a piece of bark off my hand, my movements seemed to jolt Weasley out of his state of suspended idiocy. He easily rolled up his ugly sleeping bag and tossed it on top of an equally ugly rucksack. I perked an eyebrow
"Is there a particular reason you elected to sleep outside Weasley?" I asked slowly, he glanced at me and shrugged
"Zabini got to the tent first and threatened to kick my ass if I came within ten yards of it. I thought about it, and decided sleeping outside sounded nicer then sleeping near Zabini. Unless it rained, and then I was planning to hijack the tent and toss him outside." He stated, I smirked
"How delightfully Slytherin of you, Weasley." I stated gleefully, he glanced at me and scowled
"No, the Slytherin thing would have been to slit his throat before tossing him outside." He muttered sourly. I rolled my eyes
"Right. I bet you you're the only Gryffindor still alive. Us wily Slytherins went and had a secret meeting last night. All your friends were offed before the sun rose." I muttered grumpily, he glared
"I wouldn't put it past you." He snapped, I felt my anger rising and tried to think of a way to kill Weasley without my wand or further ruining my manicure.
"Right, say Weasley, I don't really understand how you manage to pass your classes. You're so narrow minded, I don't see how the teachers manage to educate your stupid arse." I spat, he flushed angrily and threw me a dirty look
"Shut up, Parkinson. At least I'm not trying to make my way to the top on my knees." He hissed. I stood up and stalked over, glaring up at him
"No Weasley, of course you're not. Instead, you're making your way to the top by bending over for the golden boy!" I spat, his eyes narrowed angrily and he took a step forward
"I bet that's something you think about every night, isn't it bitch? Right before you suck off the Dark Lord and cry yourself to sleep." He hissed, I growled quietly
"I bet you're jealous, aren't you? Sick of hanging around, Saint Potter and Mudblood Granger. Finally realizing that maybe being pureblood means something? Guess what Weasley? It doesn't matter, because no one really wants to be around a stupid, poor, ignorant, hotheaded ponce with no future!" I seethed, Weasley stared at me, an odd rage burning in his eyes as he started forward, I gulped quietly, urging myself not to lose my nerve, but the anger in his eyes reminded me way too much of my father. I found myself backing away with out realizing it until my back hit a tree sharply. I winced slightly as Weasley came to a stop in front of me. He stared down at me angrily and I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for what was almost certain to come next. Instead of a wave of magic, or a slap connecting with my jaw, I was shocked to feel lips on my own.
My eyes snapped open, and slowly my mind confirmed it. Weasley. Ronald. Fucking. Weasley. Was kissing me.
And even odder? It wasn't utterly horrible.
His lips were slightly chapped and it was obvious he was rather inexperienced in the whole snogging department, but he was confident and almost...tender about it.
He pulled away and stared down at me, seeming shocked in his own actions. But he furrowed his brow and shook his head slightly
"I'm not a ponce." He stated slowly. I blinked up at him and put a hand to my lips, staring up at him in confusion.
"Y-you..." I paused and reigned in my mind, "Did you just...kiss me, Weasley?"
He took a step back and frowned a little in thought
"Yeah. I guess I did." He muttered, I shook my head slowly
"I...I thought you were going to hit me." I muttered, he paused and perked an eyebrow slightly
"Hit you? Why would I hit you, Parkinson?" He asked slowly, I blinked and shook my head.
"I..." I started, his eyes were boring into mine in a very disturbing fashion. I cleared my throat and shook my head "Never you mind, Weasley." I stated, slipping from between him and the tree and wandering to the campfire and sitting down. Weasley watched me go, before walking over and looking down at me like he wanted to say something.
"Merlin! My ass hasn't hurt so bad since I fucked Terry Boot." Blaise called to no one in particular, stretching with a wince near the front of his and Weasley's tent. The redhead scowled
"Zabini, no one wants to hear about that." He muttered. I sighed and pulled out the tea kettle, pouring the last of the water into it and setting it on the grate above the fire
"Thanks for sharing, Blaise." I agreed, he paused and looked between Weasley and I, obviously sensing something, before he grinned and wandered over
"Man, that little geek is an animal in the sack." He laughed, flopping onto the ground next to me and kissing my cheek "Morning beautiful."
"Good morning, Blaise." I sighed, glancing at him. He grinned and stretched a little
"Surprised to see you up so early, Pans." He stated, I sighed and leaned against him
"I think my father bought me a sleeping bag full of shrapnel and pebbles." I muttered, Blaise laughed quietly and nodded
"Bet you're missing that goose down mattress of yours, eh?" He asked, I whined quietly
"Blaise, don't be cruel."
-DM-
With a sigh, I cracked an eye open and looked around, momentarily disoriented until I remembered the events of the previous day.
I made a note to murder my godfather as soon as I got my wand back and sat up with a yawn. Potter's sleeping bag was empty and the sun was shining cheerily through the space between the flaps of the tent. I sighed heavily and stretched, before throwing on some clothes and wandering outside.
Pansy and Blaise sat near the fire, laughing with each other as the smell of coffee and sausage forced me to focus my mind. I gave another tired yawn and wandered over, sitting down next to Blaise, he glanced over and smiled
"Morning, Dray." He greeted with a smile, I muttered something unintelligible and looked at Pansy
"Coffee?"
She laughed quietly, something odd twinkling in her eyes
"I see we haven't reached full sentences yet. Yes, the coffee is ready. Would you like some, Draco?" She asked slowly, I narrowed my eyes at her and she smirked to herself, pouring some coffee into a small metal cup and handing it to me along with a small tin of sugar. I gave her an appreciative look and commenced drowning my coffee in sugar. Blaise watched me, seeming mildly amused as I took a long sip of the over-sugared, delightfully caffeinated drink and sighed. I looked around for a moment and blinked
"Where's everyone?" I muttered, taking another long sip. Pansy smiled
"Weasley and Potter are out acting like hoodlums, Theo and Granger disappeared into the woods to look for signs of centaurs, Finnegan and Thomas are mucking about in the stream and everyone else is still sleeping." She stated slowly, I sighed softly and ran a hand through my hair
"Apparently, Granger has become the activities director, and this afternoon after lunch, we're all going swimming." Pansy stated, stirring the sausage absently, I scowled a little
"Why is she so determined we get along?" I questioned, staring down into my cup, Blaise tipped his head thoughtfully
"I think she fancies Theodore." He stated after a moment, Pansy rolled her eyes slightly
"Really Blaise? How amazingly apt of you. How did you not get sorted into Ravenclaw?" She drawled, Blaise glanced at her and smiled sweetly
"Pansy, darling...bite me." He requested, Pansy grinned
"Don't tempt me, Zabini." She replied. I rolled my eyes
"Merlin, your platonic flirting is nauseating." I stated, sipping my coffee with a scowl. Blaise grinned and slung an arm around Pansy with a saucy grin
"Who says it's platonic?" He purred, Pansy perked an eyebrow and hit him across the face with the spatula. He stared at her for a moment
"Pansy Giselle Parkinson. Did you just slap me with a spatula?" He asked, giving her a shocked look, she blinked, before smiling slowly, looking smug
"Yes, I believe I did." She affirmed, Blaise blinked and nodded slightly
"Oh it's on now!" He stated, before tackling her and beginning to tickle mercilessly at her ribs. I blinked and quirked an eyebrow as Pansy shrieked in laughter and begged Blaise to stop. I shook my head and poured another cup of coffee for myself
"Uh...Malfoy? Is Zabini killing Parkinson?" A voice asked, I glanced over to see Weasley and Potter approaching, looking apprehensive of the situation. I shook my head and sipped my coffee
"No. Just ignore them, they'll tire themselves out soon." I stated, taking over Pansy's breakfast duties, now sans a spatula. Potter sat down on the log next to me as Weasley took in the situation, blushing slowly, before excusing himself with the task of finding Finnegan and Thomas. I stared after him, narrowing my eyes "Is it just me, or is Weasley acting stranger then usual?" I questioned, picking through the food supplies Lupin left. Potter watched the redhead wander into the woods and frowned a little
"Now that you mention it, he's been acting kind of funny all morning." He stated, I glanced at him and tipped my head in question
"Say it!" Blaise demanded suddenly, Pansy whined, before dodging his attack with a squeak
"Okay! BLAISE ZABINI IS THE HOTTEST, SEXIEST, SMARTEST WIZARD ALIVE AND IT WOULD BE MY HONOR TO BEAR HIS CHILDREN."
I stared as Blaise laughed triumphantly and released her with a grin, sitting up. Pansy kicked at him halfheartedly, trying to catch her breath and Potter glanced at me
"But they're not exactly acting normal, either." He stated quietly, I smirked a little and glanced at him
"Are you kidding?" I questioned, "This happens pretty much everyday."
He blinked slowly
"Merlin, and I thought Hufflepuffs were weird." He muttered, I perked an eyebrow and looked at him in confusion
"Potter, Hufflepuffs are weird."
"Granger is evil." Pansy stated surely, wrapping her towel around herself carefully, I glanced up and perked an eyebrow
"I don't see your problem with it, you swim around us all the time, Pans." I muttered, pulling my towel out of my bag, Pansy shifted impatiently outside my tent
"That's different." She replied slowly. I sighed and wandered out of the tent, the others were making down the trail to the stream and Pansy was watching them go with a frown.
"So wear a different bathing suit, Pans." I stated in confusion, slinging my towel over my shoulder. She frowned
"I only own two-pieces." She muttered, staring at the ground. I blinked in confusion
"Pansy, what's going on. You've never been ashamed of your body." I reminded, Pansy sighed in irritation
"Forget it. Let's go." She stated, a tone higher then normal. I stared at her
"What is going on, Pansy?" I questioned suspiciously, Pansy gave a grin and tucked her towel around her firmly, before grabbing my hand
"Nothing. Let's go!" She cried, pulling me after the others. I rolled my eyes and allowed her to pull me into the forest. When we reached the stream the others were already there. The Weaselette was sunbathing on the shore in a bikini that made a thong look like a petticoat. Granger was sitting in the shade with Theodore, wearing a modest one piece and discussing something avidly with the scrawny bookworm. Millie and Vincent were hunkered on a rock overlooking the water, cuddled together. Thomas, Finnegan and Blaise were laughing about something near the shallows while Weasley and Potter tossed a Quaffle back and forth. I sighed and wandered over to a large flat boulder, climbing on top of it and laying down. Pansy frowned and sat down next to me, the towel still wrapped around her like a cape. I cracked an eye open and looked at her in irritation
"I do wish you'd tell me what was wrong." I stated slowly, shifting to look at her. She frowned and shook her head
"Nothings wrong, Draco." She stated surely, I rolled my eyes and sat up, stripping off my t-shirt and hopping into the water, before looking at her expectantly
"If nothings wrong, come in the water." I challenged, she paused to glare at me, before taking a deep breath and releasing her towel, revealing a simple and very flattering deep green bikini. I perked an eyebrow as she slipped into the shallows and stood next to me "That wasn't so hard, was it love?"
"I hate you, Draco." She growled, I smirked slightly. I noticed her blushing and perked an eyebrow, following her line of vision, Weasley was staring at her with an odd look in his eyes and his attention had obviously turned from his game of catch with Potter, to my oldest friend. I smirked in amusement as the Quaffle hurtled towards the frozen redhead and struck him square in the forehead. I sighed happily
"Ahh, life." I muttered, before wading out into the stream and ducking under the water. When I resurfaced and pushed my hair out of my face, Pansy was still standing where I left her, while Potter apologized profusely to a mildly stunned Weasley. I smirked a little and wandered back over to my brunette friend, looking down at her "Still nothing wrong, Pans?"
She sighed and gave me a stubborn frown,
"I don't want to talk about it." She snapped, before wading over to Blaise. I smirked a little more and climbed back onto my rock, laying back and enjoying the sun.
Excuse me while I go pass out now,
Love, Mela.