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It took a little while to update this, and I know it's short... But, the battle scene is coming up. Please review.

Camping

The term went by quickly and before long, Hermione found herself preparing for the upcoming mission. Ginny had finally graduated from Hogwarts and promptly requested to be included on the mission. Molly Weasley fought against it, but Ginny firmly asserted that she was now of age. So, Hermione and Ginny took a portkey to the Forest of Dean, along with Harry, Ron, Fred and George.

Hermione and Ginny set the tent up, sending the boys to collect firewood. When those tasks were finished, they all went into the tent to wait for the others. After an hour, they heard someone moving outside so they went to investigate. A group of people were walking into the clearing. It was Luna, Neville, Remus and Hagrid. "I hate portkeys," Neville muttered, moving forward and setting the old boot he was carrying on the ground next to the tent. "I thought Professor Snape would be here," he said looking around a bit nervously.

"He's coming," Hermione said. "He is meeting with the rest of the Order to make sure that everyone knows what the plan is. He'll apparate here soon."

Remus moved to the arrangement of firewood and waved his wand saying "Incendio." The wood caught fire and Remus grinned at the others. "Now we have a proper campfire."

Hermione sat in front of the fire on a fallen log and the others followed her example. "So Hermione," Fred said with a grin, "are you going to tell us about Snape's practical jokes? Ginny told us about the one for McGonagall, but we'd like a first hand account." George nodded eagerly.

"What?" Harry asked with a confused tone.

Hermione sighed. "Severus enlisted Fred and George's help in coming up with ways to get back at Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall," Hermione explained. "They've been purposely driving him mad for a while now."

"So what did he do?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"He slipped a potion into Professor McGonagall's drink," she began with a smirk. "It made her shout everything that she said. She yelled at Dumbledore just to tell him that she needed to prepare for classes. When she realized who was responsible, she started to call Severus an ugly name-"

"Sodding bastard," Ginny supplied, making Harry and Ron chuckle.

"But Dumbledore covered her mouth before she could finish the word," Hermione continued. "The whole school would have heard her using such language." She grinned widely. "And then Severus actually doubled over laughing."

"That made it even funnier," Ginny added, giggling.

"So, then we went to get an antidote," Hermione went on. "He also slipped a potion to Dumbledore the next day. But, this potion made the headmaster unable to focus well at all. He was distracted all day. Then during the staff meeting, Severus used a spell to make him say all the things that went through his mind while he was being so easily distracted."

"Merlin, what did he say?" Remus asked.

"Well, at one point he proclaimed his love for cheese," Hermione replied with a grin. "I think he frightened Professor Flitwick when he started babbling about baboons and furniture of some kind..."

"I like baboons," Luna said in her dreamy voice.

"Bloody hell!" Ron said laughing.

"Makes you proud, doesn't it?" Fred asked George with a grin.

A loud pop alerted Hermione to Snape apparating into the area. She turned to see him approaching them, looking quite tired. He sat down next to her with a disgruntled sigh. "Everything going as planned?" Remus asked him.

"So far," Snape replied. "We all have to be ready at a moment's notice, because I do not know when I will be summoned."

An uneasy silence fell over the group as they thought ahead to the imminent battle. To break the tension George said "Let's enjoy ourselves for a little while then."

"I brought marshmellows," Harry said. He lifted the bag of fluffy white treats. "We could toast them." The group nodded their approval and Harry moved away to collect the long sticks that he had collected for the occassion. He handed everyone a stick and two marshmellows.

For a short while, there was light chatter while everyone, except for Snape, stood in front of the fire holding one of a stick while the end holding the marshmellows hovered in the flames. Hermione and Ginny allowed their marshmellows to catch fire and then gingerly moved the sticks out of the flames and blew out the small fires. "Why on earth would you char them?" Ron asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"They're better this way," Ginny replied, carefully pulling apart the blackened and very gooey marshmellow, allowing it to cool a bit before popping some into her mouth and licking her finger clean. Hermione did the same.

Hagrid hadn't been paying very close attention to his marshmellows and was very startled when they caught fire. He jerked the stick upward and the marshmellows flipped right off of it, still engulfed in flames. Everyone looked around in confusion until Hagrid bellowed in pain. The marshmellows had landed on his back and his shirt had caught fire. The molten marshmellow was beginning to cling to his skin and he howled in agony. Remus pulled out his wand and shouted "Aguamenti," spraying Hagrid with cold water. The flames went out and Hagrid sputtered, wiping water from his face. He sat down and Hermione and Ginny carefully removed as much of the marshmellow from his skin as they could. Snape handed him a vial of healing potion, which Hagrid drank hastily.

When Hagrid moved away sheepishly to change his shirt, the twins began chuckling. "Not that we enjoy Hagrid getting hurt," George said a little breathlessly, "but that was pretty damn funny." Snape snorted and everyone joined in on the laughter.

Suddenly Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. "What?" Snape asked her.

"Trelawney," Hermione said with wide eyes. The others looked at her in confusion. "Trelawney said that Hagrid would have a flaming pillow related accident." She lifted an untoasted marshmellow for everyone to see. "Perhaps this is what she meant."

Harry roared with laughter. Snape rolled his eyes. "She also said that my doom approaches," he grumbled, crossing his arms. Hermione looked up at him with a worried frown but he shook his head. "Do not let that twit's ridiculous predictions get you worked up now. You've never cared about what she said before. Do not start now." Hermione nodded uncertainly. Snape leaned a little closer to her. "You must admit that it was quite funny to see Hargrid's "attack of the flaming marshmellows,"' he said smoothly, smirking when Hermione finally giggled softly.

I told you that you'd see the flaming pillow again. Actually, this really happened to my brother-in-law. He flipped flaming marshmellows right onto his bare back. His mom threw ice water on him. lol