Part 3-
They arrived at the small bridge at a little past four. The sun was starting to rise over the horizon and the first of the vehicles pulled into a parking garage which about half a mile from the bridge. Hannah slammed the back door on the blue Ford and the sound echoed off the empty parking garage. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly came out quickly afterward and waited a few minuets for Hermione, Ron and Kerrie to get to the parking garage.
"Molly," Mr. Weasly whispered quietly to his wife as he crept down by an electrical outlet on the gray concrete wall. "I think they put eyes in here and watch the Muggles!" Mrs. Weasly squatted near the outlet.
"Well that's rater impolite," She said and took out her water bottle. "I think this is in order." She squirted the water at the 'eyes' and then watched as sparks flew from the plastic outlet. "My goodness! That is defiantly uncalled for!" She stood up angrily and watched as the headlights curled in the garage. It was the black Honda Civic. Hermione and Ron came out and Ron went towards the backdoor and picked up Kerrie and she curled up around his shoulders.
"She's so tired poor thing." Mrs. Weasly said and patted Kerrie's pigtails. "When will Charlie get here?" She asked impatiently. Her question was answered as the parking garage once again filled with two lights from the front of a tan Volkswagen Jetta. Charlie came out of the car with his wife, Alyssa and their daughter Amanda. She was a tall black girl with her hair in lots of little braids. She was Alyssa's daughter from her first marriage. Alyssa was as tall as Charlie and very pretty. Amanda looked up at her grandparents and aunt and uncle and rolled her eyes.
"Mom, when we get to the Quidditch Tournament can I listen to my CDs?" Amanda asked as she crawled into the back seat and took out a round purple CD case.
"No you may not, Amanda. It will go haywire, I'm telling you, for the twenty-fourth time." Alyssa said angrily to her daughter. Amanda rolled her eyes and sat down in the back seat and put the headphones on top of her head.
"Well," Charlie said trying to lighten the mood slightly. "how's everybody doing?" He looked around at everybody who looked incredibly tired. "Okay, so let's go to the bridge now. I think we can look for the port key up here." Amanda growled up at her stepfather when he informed her she had to take her headphones off and that they had to go. Charlie and Alyssa walked very close together murmuring in each other's ears. They got gradually louder and Ron could hear what they were saying.
"You tell them." Alyssa said.
"No, you tell them." Charlie said.
"You."
"You!" This argument went back and forth for a few minuets until Ron tapped Charlie on the shoulder.
"Tell us what?" Amanda was silently nodding her head to whatever the music that she was listening to.
"We should wait until we see your other brothers, Charlie." Amanda said softly.
"Right, Bill and Fred and George, they'd like to be there. Yes that would make sense, you always make sense." Charlie kissed Alyssa on the top of the head and writhed his hands nervously. Ron looked at his older brother skeptically and then returned to his wife and daughter. Mr. Weasly poked his head around a tree and then started looking on the ground. Amanda looked down at her family who all but herself and her cousin were crawling on the ground.
"Are you as bonkers as they are?" Amanda asked Kerrie. Kerrie shook her head and then looked at the bridge.
"I think the Quidditch Tournament is gonna be fun, don't you Amanda?"
"Yeah sure, kid I'm just glad my friends are going to be there otherwise I'd be bored to tears!" She turned her CD player back on and bopped her head. "Soft suede, sugar on the asphalt, uh-huh something something something." She sung along to the CD, not sure of most of the words.
"I'VE FOUND IT!" Charlie said triumphanty. He picked up an old boot.
"Ron, Hermione, doesn't this look like the boot we used to get to the tournament when you were Amanda's age?" Mr. Weasly asked. He took the boot out of Charlie's hand and showed it to Ron and Hermione. They examined it closely.
"It sure does look like it." Hermione said and tugged on the shoelace that was halfway snapped.
"Only a few more minuetes, that gives me time to explain." Mr. Weasly said and cleared his throat. "Alright, those of you who've never used a portkey before, Kerrie, Amanda, Hannah, this is what goes on." He explained the procedure of using a portkey to the three of them. Hannah nodded and smiled to Mr. Weasly and then as he looked down at his watch, he picked up the boot and they all stood in a circle. Kerrie placed a small hand on the heel next to Amanda who tapped her finger on the boot as she touched it. And then a sudden a pull from behind their navels came and Hermione felt the familiar feeling of the portkey form of transportation and then she realized she was at a small campground.
Everything about the campground was familiar to her. If she wasn't mistaken it was the same campground she had stayed at with the Weasly's back when she was fourteen. She wasn't mistaken. Sitting at the front of a small, wooden building was the man who'd been there eleven years before. He was weathered a good bit and as Hermione remembered he'd had good reason to be, for eleven years ago, at the same event he was attacked by Death Eaters as was his wife and small son. She grabbed Kerrie's hand, as she felt grateful that she could protect her from the evils in the world. They went up to the man and asked for their plots. He looked through his papers for their names.
"I haven't seen a crowd this big in about ten years!" The man said in awe. Hermione and Ron smiled at each other and she squeezed his hand. "Yep, you all are in here, Weasly- Party of well, you have a big group, sixteen. It's up that way, two plots from the lake. It's a nice spot. Suppose, I'll see you lot in a few days eh? When the rest of your party gets here I'll send em on!" He waved to the group as they headed towards the tents. Amanda looked down at her watch and then walked over to Mr. Weasly.
"Aurther, can I go now? My friends are here and I think I should look for them." She asked. Mr. Weasly nodded to her and she took off with her purse hitting her bottom as she ran.
"I think she'll find the plot herself." Alyssa said and rubbed her forehead. Charlie affectionately patted her shoulder. "I think I have some potion for this headache somewhere..." Alyssa said and started searching through her purse. They walked for quite a while until they found a huge space with a small sign in the front that said 'Weasly'. Ron laughed at the sign, and remembered when they were here last it was spelled with a 'z' instead of an 's'.
They pitched the two tents, which weren't very large, on the outside. Once the flaps were opened they were huge. Ron, Hermione, Kerrie, Charlie, Alyssa, Amanda, Percy and Penelope were all going to be in one tent while Mr. Weasly, Mrs. Weasly, Bill, Rene (Bill's wife), Jordan, Samuel, (Bill's sons), Hannah and Ginny, were in another. While everyone was putting bags in the tents and scrambling all around, Hermione and Ron took it upon themselves to go look around to see who was there from Hogwarts.
They went around the campsite and found Seamus Finnigan who was marveling to his girlfriend, Abigail that he'd found a four-leaf clover from the last time this tent was used. Then they found Lavender and Parvati who'd lived together for the past five years since rent was too high in their part of London. ("The swinging part, Hermione!" Lavender mentioned.) Ron wondered aloud if Fleur Delacour was there and received a prompt elbow in the side. Hermione decided to stay and visit Lavender and Parvati for a while and Ron said he'd go find other people that they know.
As he walked he heard a loud commotion over in a small clearing. He looked around the tree and saw two men with their wands drawn and people behind one of them. One was tall and had silvery hair and the other had dirty blonde hair, highlighted by the sun.
"You can't mess with me!" The man with the silver hair said angrily with a hiccup. He was obviously drunk.
"I don't want to mess with you, Malfoy!" The other man replied. "Just put your wand down." Ron felt his face fill with heat as he realized who was standing there. It was Draco Malfoy and Justin Finch-Fletchley. The women behind Draco started hooting for him and one of them took a swig out of a brown bottle. "Please, Draco put down your wand." Malfoy snaked his head and smirked. Ron took out his own wand and shot the 'Expellaramious' charm at him. All heads turned to him.
"What the hell?" Malfoy squinted to see Ron since his vision was slightly impaired due to the amount of alcohol he'd taken in. One of the women behind him threw a stick at Ron and called him something that only Fred and George could have thought of. "Of course!" Malfoy said and started walking, if that's what you want to call it, to him. "Weasly, are you living out in the wilderness now? Did that sorry excuse for a house you called 'The Burrow' finally collapse?" Ron rolled his eyes and as Malfoy stumbled close, he could smell the liquor on his breath.
"Malfoy, you know just as well as I do Ron's head of Muggle Relations." Justin said. "Now come on, as a friend.."
"YOU AREN'T MY FRIEND! You're a Hufflepuff!" Malfoy narrowed his glance at Justin. Ron laughed to himself. "What is so funny to you, you know aren't going to amount to anything when we get out of Hogwarts."
"We are out of Hogwarts, Draco. Why don't you go to bed for a few hours?" Ron suggested. Draco snapped in his face and then started walking away. The women came with him and continued drinking the beverages and spitting. Ron and Justin followed him and Draco led them to his tent. Which happened to be right next to Ron's. Ron looked around to make sure Hermione wasn't around to see this travesty of site planning. Once Draco was inside his tent Ron quickly removed the wooden site sign that said 'Malfoy' across it.
"Shit!" One of the women shouted as she tripped on her five-inch platform shoes. Kerrie poked out of her tent and saw her dad.
"Is everyone aloud to listen to big people music except me?!" She shouted and ran back in the tent. Ron followed her back in the tent trying to calm her down.
***
"Goodnight, Ron." Hermione said as she climbed into bed next to him. There was a loud pound of music coming from the next tent over. She laid there motionless for a few seconds and then sat up. "Who is next door Ron?" She asked him. Ron thought for a second and then shook his head. "Yes you do."
"Nope, no idea." He said and turned over. Hermione sat up and crossed her legs under the blanket.
"Alright then." She said, the music got louder and louder and they heard some glass break. "Go tell them to shut up." She rubbed her temples. Ron knew a drunk Malfoy might be harder to deal with then a sober one so he didn't think it'd be wise to mess with him. But, if it was for Hermione... No, it was stupid to think of telling a drunk Malfoy and a horde of ugly women to shut up. But he wasn't going to tell her that Malfoy was next door. That wouldn't fly right with her and she'd be angry. Very angry. If he walked over there and told him to be quiet he might have to fight him. If he told Hermione that Malfoy was next-door with a group of scantily clad, drunk, women, she'd defiently have to fight him. Or somebody would. He decided on the latter {A/N: What reasoing...}.
"Draco Malfoy is over there."
"I knew you knew." She said. She didn't seem angry. "Oh well we can just put up with it." She started, the noise got louder as she spoke. "Why, we are mature, educated, professional adults, " She said in a perfectly normal tone and then her voice getting louder as she spoke, leading into a scream she finished with, "But if he doesn't shut up I'm going to punch him in the face!"
{Enjoy, if there's anybody reading...}
They arrived at the small bridge at a little past four. The sun was starting to rise over the horizon and the first of the vehicles pulled into a parking garage which about half a mile from the bridge. Hannah slammed the back door on the blue Ford and the sound echoed off the empty parking garage. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly came out quickly afterward and waited a few minuets for Hermione, Ron and Kerrie to get to the parking garage.
"Molly," Mr. Weasly whispered quietly to his wife as he crept down by an electrical outlet on the gray concrete wall. "I think they put eyes in here and watch the Muggles!" Mrs. Weasly squatted near the outlet.
"Well that's rater impolite," She said and took out her water bottle. "I think this is in order." She squirted the water at the 'eyes' and then watched as sparks flew from the plastic outlet. "My goodness! That is defiantly uncalled for!" She stood up angrily and watched as the headlights curled in the garage. It was the black Honda Civic. Hermione and Ron came out and Ron went towards the backdoor and picked up Kerrie and she curled up around his shoulders.
"She's so tired poor thing." Mrs. Weasly said and patted Kerrie's pigtails. "When will Charlie get here?" She asked impatiently. Her question was answered as the parking garage once again filled with two lights from the front of a tan Volkswagen Jetta. Charlie came out of the car with his wife, Alyssa and their daughter Amanda. She was a tall black girl with her hair in lots of little braids. She was Alyssa's daughter from her first marriage. Alyssa was as tall as Charlie and very pretty. Amanda looked up at her grandparents and aunt and uncle and rolled her eyes.
"Mom, when we get to the Quidditch Tournament can I listen to my CDs?" Amanda asked as she crawled into the back seat and took out a round purple CD case.
"No you may not, Amanda. It will go haywire, I'm telling you, for the twenty-fourth time." Alyssa said angrily to her daughter. Amanda rolled her eyes and sat down in the back seat and put the headphones on top of her head.
"Well," Charlie said trying to lighten the mood slightly. "how's everybody doing?" He looked around at everybody who looked incredibly tired. "Okay, so let's go to the bridge now. I think we can look for the port key up here." Amanda growled up at her stepfather when he informed her she had to take her headphones off and that they had to go. Charlie and Alyssa walked very close together murmuring in each other's ears. They got gradually louder and Ron could hear what they were saying.
"You tell them." Alyssa said.
"No, you tell them." Charlie said.
"You."
"You!" This argument went back and forth for a few minuets until Ron tapped Charlie on the shoulder.
"Tell us what?" Amanda was silently nodding her head to whatever the music that she was listening to.
"We should wait until we see your other brothers, Charlie." Amanda said softly.
"Right, Bill and Fred and George, they'd like to be there. Yes that would make sense, you always make sense." Charlie kissed Alyssa on the top of the head and writhed his hands nervously. Ron looked at his older brother skeptically and then returned to his wife and daughter. Mr. Weasly poked his head around a tree and then started looking on the ground. Amanda looked down at her family who all but herself and her cousin were crawling on the ground.
"Are you as bonkers as they are?" Amanda asked Kerrie. Kerrie shook her head and then looked at the bridge.
"I think the Quidditch Tournament is gonna be fun, don't you Amanda?"
"Yeah sure, kid I'm just glad my friends are going to be there otherwise I'd be bored to tears!" She turned her CD player back on and bopped her head. "Soft suede, sugar on the asphalt, uh-huh something something something." She sung along to the CD, not sure of most of the words.
"I'VE FOUND IT!" Charlie said triumphanty. He picked up an old boot.
"Ron, Hermione, doesn't this look like the boot we used to get to the tournament when you were Amanda's age?" Mr. Weasly asked. He took the boot out of Charlie's hand and showed it to Ron and Hermione. They examined it closely.
"It sure does look like it." Hermione said and tugged on the shoelace that was halfway snapped.
"Only a few more minuetes, that gives me time to explain." Mr. Weasly said and cleared his throat. "Alright, those of you who've never used a portkey before, Kerrie, Amanda, Hannah, this is what goes on." He explained the procedure of using a portkey to the three of them. Hannah nodded and smiled to Mr. Weasly and then as he looked down at his watch, he picked up the boot and they all stood in a circle. Kerrie placed a small hand on the heel next to Amanda who tapped her finger on the boot as she touched it. And then a sudden a pull from behind their navels came and Hermione felt the familiar feeling of the portkey form of transportation and then she realized she was at a small campground.
Everything about the campground was familiar to her. If she wasn't mistaken it was the same campground she had stayed at with the Weasly's back when she was fourteen. She wasn't mistaken. Sitting at the front of a small, wooden building was the man who'd been there eleven years before. He was weathered a good bit and as Hermione remembered he'd had good reason to be, for eleven years ago, at the same event he was attacked by Death Eaters as was his wife and small son. She grabbed Kerrie's hand, as she felt grateful that she could protect her from the evils in the world. They went up to the man and asked for their plots. He looked through his papers for their names.
"I haven't seen a crowd this big in about ten years!" The man said in awe. Hermione and Ron smiled at each other and she squeezed his hand. "Yep, you all are in here, Weasly- Party of well, you have a big group, sixteen. It's up that way, two plots from the lake. It's a nice spot. Suppose, I'll see you lot in a few days eh? When the rest of your party gets here I'll send em on!" He waved to the group as they headed towards the tents. Amanda looked down at her watch and then walked over to Mr. Weasly.
"Aurther, can I go now? My friends are here and I think I should look for them." She asked. Mr. Weasly nodded to her and she took off with her purse hitting her bottom as she ran.
"I think she'll find the plot herself." Alyssa said and rubbed her forehead. Charlie affectionately patted her shoulder. "I think I have some potion for this headache somewhere..." Alyssa said and started searching through her purse. They walked for quite a while until they found a huge space with a small sign in the front that said 'Weasly'. Ron laughed at the sign, and remembered when they were here last it was spelled with a 'z' instead of an 's'.
They pitched the two tents, which weren't very large, on the outside. Once the flaps were opened they were huge. Ron, Hermione, Kerrie, Charlie, Alyssa, Amanda, Percy and Penelope were all going to be in one tent while Mr. Weasly, Mrs. Weasly, Bill, Rene (Bill's wife), Jordan, Samuel, (Bill's sons), Hannah and Ginny, were in another. While everyone was putting bags in the tents and scrambling all around, Hermione and Ron took it upon themselves to go look around to see who was there from Hogwarts.
They went around the campsite and found Seamus Finnigan who was marveling to his girlfriend, Abigail that he'd found a four-leaf clover from the last time this tent was used. Then they found Lavender and Parvati who'd lived together for the past five years since rent was too high in their part of London. ("The swinging part, Hermione!" Lavender mentioned.) Ron wondered aloud if Fleur Delacour was there and received a prompt elbow in the side. Hermione decided to stay and visit Lavender and Parvati for a while and Ron said he'd go find other people that they know.
As he walked he heard a loud commotion over in a small clearing. He looked around the tree and saw two men with their wands drawn and people behind one of them. One was tall and had silvery hair and the other had dirty blonde hair, highlighted by the sun.
"You can't mess with me!" The man with the silver hair said angrily with a hiccup. He was obviously drunk.
"I don't want to mess with you, Malfoy!" The other man replied. "Just put your wand down." Ron felt his face fill with heat as he realized who was standing there. It was Draco Malfoy and Justin Finch-Fletchley. The women behind Draco started hooting for him and one of them took a swig out of a brown bottle. "Please, Draco put down your wand." Malfoy snaked his head and smirked. Ron took out his own wand and shot the 'Expellaramious' charm at him. All heads turned to him.
"What the hell?" Malfoy squinted to see Ron since his vision was slightly impaired due to the amount of alcohol he'd taken in. One of the women behind him threw a stick at Ron and called him something that only Fred and George could have thought of. "Of course!" Malfoy said and started walking, if that's what you want to call it, to him. "Weasly, are you living out in the wilderness now? Did that sorry excuse for a house you called 'The Burrow' finally collapse?" Ron rolled his eyes and as Malfoy stumbled close, he could smell the liquor on his breath.
"Malfoy, you know just as well as I do Ron's head of Muggle Relations." Justin said. "Now come on, as a friend.."
"YOU AREN'T MY FRIEND! You're a Hufflepuff!" Malfoy narrowed his glance at Justin. Ron laughed to himself. "What is so funny to you, you know aren't going to amount to anything when we get out of Hogwarts."
"We are out of Hogwarts, Draco. Why don't you go to bed for a few hours?" Ron suggested. Draco snapped in his face and then started walking away. The women came with him and continued drinking the beverages and spitting. Ron and Justin followed him and Draco led them to his tent. Which happened to be right next to Ron's. Ron looked around to make sure Hermione wasn't around to see this travesty of site planning. Once Draco was inside his tent Ron quickly removed the wooden site sign that said 'Malfoy' across it.
"Shit!" One of the women shouted as she tripped on her five-inch platform shoes. Kerrie poked out of her tent and saw her dad.
"Is everyone aloud to listen to big people music except me?!" She shouted and ran back in the tent. Ron followed her back in the tent trying to calm her down.
***
"Goodnight, Ron." Hermione said as she climbed into bed next to him. There was a loud pound of music coming from the next tent over. She laid there motionless for a few seconds and then sat up. "Who is next door Ron?" She asked him. Ron thought for a second and then shook his head. "Yes you do."
"Nope, no idea." He said and turned over. Hermione sat up and crossed her legs under the blanket.
"Alright then." She said, the music got louder and louder and they heard some glass break. "Go tell them to shut up." She rubbed her temples. Ron knew a drunk Malfoy might be harder to deal with then a sober one so he didn't think it'd be wise to mess with him. But, if it was for Hermione... No, it was stupid to think of telling a drunk Malfoy and a horde of ugly women to shut up. But he wasn't going to tell her that Malfoy was next door. That wouldn't fly right with her and she'd be angry. Very angry. If he walked over there and told him to be quiet he might have to fight him. If he told Hermione that Malfoy was next-door with a group of scantily clad, drunk, women, she'd defiently have to fight him. Or somebody would. He decided on the latter {A/N: What reasoing...}.
"Draco Malfoy is over there."
"I knew you knew." She said. She didn't seem angry. "Oh well we can just put up with it." She started, the noise got louder as she spoke. "Why, we are mature, educated, professional adults, " She said in a perfectly normal tone and then her voice getting louder as she spoke, leading into a scream she finished with, "But if he doesn't shut up I'm going to punch him in the face!"
{Enjoy, if there's anybody reading...}