I Hate Camping
"Urgh!" She sighed, finally laying her bag down on the grass and flopping down beside it. Her hand fell across her eyes, and she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling in exertion. She looked over to her companion, who was sitting in the grass beside her. "How much..." deep breath, "...farther?" She asked, through choked gasps.
"About as much as we just did." He looked at her with a little smirk, and she knew he was enjoying this. How could he not be?
"I don't know how you do this every week!?" Hermione wheezed as she tried to sit up again, a pained yelp leaving her lips. "Ow, my muscles are dying!" She said softly, receiving a chuckle from him.
"Training," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. She looking into his beautiful blue eyes and sighed.
"How did you manage to convince me to do this?"
"My whiles?" He suggested as he stood, running a hand through his red locks, then offering it to Hermione.
"Your whiles? Like the womanly sort, or do men have whiles as well?" She joked, taking his hand and letting him lift her as she winced at her aching muscles. "I hate camping," she muttered and he smiled.
"And I'm here to change that. Now you're probably gonna wanna keep moving, because the female will be back soon and we're kinda sitting in her nest." His smile was wide, but Hermione just stared.
"Are you trying to get me killed, Weasley!?" She yelled, chasing after him. He just laughed and continued to lead her down the maze like path. Hermione grabbed a burn covered hand and fit it perfectly in hers. She looked over at the Dragon tamer and knew that whatever he wanted to do, she'd do it. He brought her out of her shell like no one else, and she wouldn't lose that for the world.
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