Authors Note: Yes, I realize that I haven't written anything for about a month.
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Draco's excitement doubled as he saw people pulling into the parking lot dropping off some of his classmates. He didn't want anyone to think he was a spaz, so he tried to look bored as he waved back to people he knew. Draco walked inside the "Chalet" (which was the humongous building they would stuff everyone in) and sat in the first row on the Slytherin side. Some older Slytherin's were chatting to their friends. Draco sighed and waited for Crabbe or Goyle to arrive. Unfortunately, Harry Potter and his friends walked in.
"This is such a great idea. Hogwarts should have done this years ago." Harry said to Ron, who looked bombarded with luggage.
"Actually Harry, Hogwarts did have a camp, but due to competitive attitudes in unfamiliar surroundings they shut it down. Too many people were hurt." Hermione recited.
"How do you know this?" Ron said between puffs.
"Honestly, you just finished your third year! I would have think by now you've read Hogwarts a History!" She said disapprovingly. Harry and Ron exchanged looks.
"At least Fred and George should have helped me with these bags...especially since three of them are theirs!" Ron yelled the last part, but it was useless because they fell on deaf ears. Fred and George were outside collecting icky things to hurl at first years.
Draco watched them from his seat. Sure, Crabbe and Goyle were great friends, if you liked the no brain sort of friendship. Still, Draco was sure that he would never have an intelligent conversation with them. His irritation was too much, so he decided to get it out.
Ron watched Draco walk up to him.
"Well…look at this. Wesley is carrying bags for Potter, trying to earn your family some money? Well it's about time you pull your weight."
"Drop dead Malfoy." Ron said through clenched teeth.
"You will when Slytherin beats you in every competition. Although I could see why you'd think you'd win. After all, you're family probably lives outdoors to save paying rent."
Harry held Ron back, but that didn't stop him from talking…
"&#$! YOU, YOU *&^%ING MOTHER @%#@!"
"RON!" Hermione said slapping a hand over his mouth. It was too late though, Snape and Dumbledore had heard him…heck, who hadn't?
"See you later Weasel." Draco said sensing danger.
"Not so fast Mr. Malfoy." Said Dumbledore looking a little less then happy. Snape gave Draco a questioning look. Ron, bursting with self- righteousness, explained everything.
"Very well, I will have to take away 40 points for Mr. Malfoy's bad behavior, and 20 for Mr. Wesley's bad choice in language." Dumbledore said gravely. Snape cleared his throat, obviously a sign of disagreement.
"Headmaster, though I do not doubt your good judgment-"
"That's nice to know Severus, now hurry, we have a lot to prepare for."
Harry, Hermione and Ron laughed behind their hands. Snape saw this and shot them all nasty sneers.
"I'll get you Potter." He muttered under his breath. Draco nodded in agreement. Both Draco and Snape turned around and left.
Just as Harry, Hermione and Ron had controlled their faces into looking calm, Fred and George popped into the Chalet.
"Fancy Snape in those shorts." Said George while Snape scratched an impropriate area on his backside. All five Gryffindor's burst out laughing because they had all seen it. Everyone in the hall gave them strange looks while they rolled on bags of luggage gripping their sides while tears ran down their faces.
"Idiots." Draco said, and waited for the Headmaster to speak. Crabbe and Goyle showed up at the last minute, and it was about time for camp to really begin.
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Authors note: All right, if you want me to write more you're gonna have to prove it to me by reviewing. I'm tired of only two people leaving reviews. Flames are welcome. Anything, it doesn't even have to make sense, just leave something for gods sake. Let me know people are reading this crap!
