A/N: Fourth chapter! Dudders and Harry come face to face with each other.
Not before Dudders has met Hermione for the first time, though... Hermione
and Harry have a small fight about an unimportant something, but they soon
make up again after Harry's methods of excuse... (If you're very lucky, you
might get some resolution from Hermione's part on the topic of Harry, too.
But then you'll have to be very lucky indeed!)
Thank you all my reviewers - you're the best!
Two more things before we get started, and these are fairly important:
*NN, you mentioned in your review that seven feet is far to grand a height for Harry. My answer to that is, you're absolutely correct. That was a mistake from my part, seeing how I'm not used to measure things in feet, but for some reason I tried to anyway. (Don't ask why - I don't know.) My intention was to make Harry about 1,95-2 metres, and I've gone back and changed that in the first chapter. But I'd still like to have his height in feet, and if there's anyone out there who can translate metres into feet for me, I'd be very grateful!
Second:
*I have been unable to post for a few days, since last Thursday I had to go baby-sit for somebody, and the little time I had home that day I had to spend writing an essay for English-class. And when I came home from baby- sitting (LATE at night), my computer that has the Internet on it had come down with a virus (and all my hard-earned movies and links and documents on that computer were gone for ever *sobs*), and my father had to spend a long time fixing it.
All right - Harry's height has been changed, and now he's 1,98 metres!
ONWARD - TOWARDS THE BEGINNING OF YET ANOTHER CHAPTER!
~oOo~
Chapter 4 - Confrontation at breakfast
~oOo~
The next day Hermione woke up earlier than anyone else in her cabin. All that was visible of Laura was a fluff of blonde hair between the covers, and Madelyn was lying flat on her back with her covers on the floor.
Hermione looked at the clock and noticed that it wasn't even six yet, but failed to go back to sleep and got out of bed. One look out the window and she decided to go for a run. The day was just dawning, and the mists of the night had not yet fled the forest. The sun was presently rising over the lake.
She got on a pair of blue sweatpants and grey sweatshirt, swept her hair up into a high ponytail and took her trainers out onto the terrace. Hermione sat down briefly on the steps that led down towards the lake, where she laced her trainers.
Her fitness was very good. The last few years she had done a lot more work- out than earlier, mainly since school had demanded it as extra-credit for DADA and Duelling. After the defeat of Voldemort, however, those two reasons had backed away in benefit of spending time with Harry. After exercising for some time, though, she noticed that she really didn't need a reason to go out, except for the fun of it.
Hermione ran across the camp grounds, down to the lake and onward into the forest, following the same route as the co-operation-course they'd completed yesterday. She couldn't help but laugh as she passed the log where she and Harry had pulled the middle-name-stunt.
When she came back to the main grounds again, she encountered Harry, who was just heading out for a run himself. He did stop and talk for a while, though.
"Hey, 'Mio'", he said and smiled. "Been for a run?"
"Yes. I woke up early and failed to go back to sleep."
"Ah. Well, I'm off for one of my own now, but if you'd fancy a partner next time, come fetch me, okay?"
"I'll do that", Hermione laughed and headed off towards her cabin and then to the showers.
She changed her clothes and put on a pair of military-shorts and a T-shirt. She braided her hair and headed off towards the mess-hall, knowing that she'd find both Harry and Laura there before long. When she got in there, however, none of her friends had arrived, but Hermione took a vacant table and began to eat, wishing that she wouldn't be left alone for too long. She soon found that she wasn't, even though she regretted her wish right away when she realised in what way it had been granted.
"Is this seat taken?", an irritating voice said. It's owner had a tone of being superior all others, and he also still suffered from some boyish scales.
Hermione looked up and sighed - no, cross that, screamed - inwardly as none other than Dudley and Piers came to sit at her table. They didn't wait for her answer to Dudley's question, but ignored any possible objections and sat down.
"Hello, my name is Dudley. Dudley Dursley", the resident pig in a wig declared. "This is my friend, Piers Polkiss. I dare say your father must beyond doubt be a thief."
Hermione nearly choked on her juice.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your father - he must be a thief. He's stolen the stars and put them in your eyes, Miss...?"
'Dear Merlin!', Hermione yelped. "Dudders is trying to make a move on me! Help - please!'
She swallowed and grimaced discreetly.
"Hermione. Granger", she answered in a reserved manner.
"Lovely name. I can't manage to shake the feeling that I've heard that name somewhere before, though. I doubt it - such a face as yours I would have remembered - but, have we perchance met before?", Dudley asked and tried that same type of sexy half-smile Harry did all the time. He didn't manage, though, other than look ridiculous.
'Oh - please, HELP!', Hermione screamed inwardly.
Her salvation came sooner than she'd thought.
"Yes, you have", Harry's deep baritone came from behind Hermione's back. He sat down at her side and grinned at his cousin, who sat gaping across the table.
Harry put a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder before he continued.
"Hermione's my best friend, Dudders. And of course you've met before, even though never properly introduced"
Dudley didn't care about what Harry was saying. He was eyeing his cousin over and over, and Hermione noticed him awe at the handsome young man the scrawny boy that had left the Dursley's to live with Sirius had turned into over two years.
"What are YOU doing here?", Dudley managed to spit.
"Why I am a camp-leader, of course. As is Hermione. It sure is great to see you, Dudders", Harry managed to keep a calm smile on his face the whole time while talking to Dudley, but Hermione saw through his facade. Deep down he was laughing his head off.
Dudley obviously couldn't take it anymore, but got up abruptly and left, together with Rat-face. Hermione leaned her forehead on Harry's shoulder, shaking with laughter. Harry patted her back slowly, trying to hide his own laughter. Before long, however, the two friends sat leaned on each other in the mess-hall, soundly laughing their guts out.
~oOo~
The following two days passed quite calmly. The leaders had a handful preparing the cabins and the grounds before the campers would arrive, and neither Hermione or Harry had to confront Dudders or Rat-face directly during that time. Harry's cousin and his best friend were managing a cabin on the other side of the camp-grounds, and therefore Hermione managed to avoid the resident pig in a wig without very much ado.
Hers and Harry's respective cabin-inhabitants got along very well, something that promised heaps of fun once the campers arrived.
In Hermione's cabin lived herself, Laura and Madelyn, and when the campers arrived there would be six younger girls aged 11-13 as well.
In Harry's cabin lived him, two eighteen-year-old friends, Will and Madelyn's older brother Sam. That cabin would later hold, equally to the girl's cabin next door, six boys aged 11-13. Except for Harry, Hermione liked Sam the best. He was quite tall, even though not a tall as Harry - Hermione guessed about 1,85-1,90 metres - and blonde just like his sister. However, he didn't possess the same chubby stature Madelyn did. He was quite witty, and had laughed hysterically when Harry had hid all Sam's clothes in Hermione's bed during the second day of preparations.
Hermione herself, though, didn't find it at all as much fun as the prankster and main-victim in question had, and actually managed to spend a full half hour being angry with Harry, until he caused a scene in the mess- hall at dinner.
What happened was that when the whole group consisting of Hermione, Laura, Madelyn, Harry, Will and Sam had gone to dinner, Hermione still refused to talk to Harry. She wasn't really serious about it, and Harry was equally not-serious about being totally crushed by her behaviour as well. He'd spent about two minutes of dinner with casting regretful glances at her, then decided he 'couldn't take it anymore' and got up from his chair.
When Hermione found out what he was up to, however, she immediately stopped being angry with him. Harry got up onto the table, walked right across it and stood in front of where Hermione was sitting, trying hard not to laugh visibly. Then he looked her in the eye and shouted:
"I'm sorry! I Harry Potter pray for you Hermione Granger to forgive me for my foolish actions!", then he threw his arms out in the air despairingly, whereupon he gave her puppy-eyes.
The whole mess-hall, especially Dudley and Piers, stared at him like he was some kind of alien visitor, but Harry was never embarrassed by that kind of thing, and Hermione didn't even notice it happen.
Hermione could never refuse him anything when Harry made that face. Between her attacks of laughter she let out a barely audible:
"Apology accepted"
Upon her doing this, Harry jumped down from the table and gave her a huge hug, as if they hadn't been on speaking terms for weeks at the least.
When she got to bed that night Hermione promised herself hat she would do something about her feelings for Harry, as soon as possible. Weather that meant getting over him or telling him about it she wasn't sure, but as she fell asleep with the scene in the mess-hall on replay mode before her eyes, Hermione realised she couldn't take it anymore.
~oOo~
A/N: I KNOW I promised you the arrival of the campers in this chapter. But as I got on to writing down this chapter in it's current form, I realised a chapter containing that would have to be twice the length of a normal chapter, and I like to try and keep my chapters as equally long as possible. Next chapter WILL contain that event, though, I promise!
Will Dudders begin to hate Hermione now that he knows who and what she is? Or will his teenage hormones get in the way? Will he be jealous of Hermione and Harry's close friendship? And will he come to the wrong conclusion that there is something more between the two? Will that conclusion even be wrong, now that Hermione has decided to do something about the whole Harry- situation? And what WILL she do about it? And how will Harry react? And once again (for the final time - I hope), what will happen when the campers arrive?
All the answers are coming in following chapters of Camp Moonlake. (Possibly even the upcoming one!)
For Merlin's sake - REVIEW!
Thank you all my reviewers - you're the best!
Two more things before we get started, and these are fairly important:
*NN, you mentioned in your review that seven feet is far to grand a height for Harry. My answer to that is, you're absolutely correct. That was a mistake from my part, seeing how I'm not used to measure things in feet, but for some reason I tried to anyway. (Don't ask why - I don't know.) My intention was to make Harry about 1,95-2 metres, and I've gone back and changed that in the first chapter. But I'd still like to have his height in feet, and if there's anyone out there who can translate metres into feet for me, I'd be very grateful!
Second:
*I have been unable to post for a few days, since last Thursday I had to go baby-sit for somebody, and the little time I had home that day I had to spend writing an essay for English-class. And when I came home from baby- sitting (LATE at night), my computer that has the Internet on it had come down with a virus (and all my hard-earned movies and links and documents on that computer were gone for ever *sobs*), and my father had to spend a long time fixing it.
All right - Harry's height has been changed, and now he's 1,98 metres!
ONWARD - TOWARDS THE BEGINNING OF YET ANOTHER CHAPTER!
~oOo~
Chapter 4 - Confrontation at breakfast
~oOo~
The next day Hermione woke up earlier than anyone else in her cabin. All that was visible of Laura was a fluff of blonde hair between the covers, and Madelyn was lying flat on her back with her covers on the floor.
Hermione looked at the clock and noticed that it wasn't even six yet, but failed to go back to sleep and got out of bed. One look out the window and she decided to go for a run. The day was just dawning, and the mists of the night had not yet fled the forest. The sun was presently rising over the lake.
She got on a pair of blue sweatpants and grey sweatshirt, swept her hair up into a high ponytail and took her trainers out onto the terrace. Hermione sat down briefly on the steps that led down towards the lake, where she laced her trainers.
Her fitness was very good. The last few years she had done a lot more work- out than earlier, mainly since school had demanded it as extra-credit for DADA and Duelling. After the defeat of Voldemort, however, those two reasons had backed away in benefit of spending time with Harry. After exercising for some time, though, she noticed that she really didn't need a reason to go out, except for the fun of it.
Hermione ran across the camp grounds, down to the lake and onward into the forest, following the same route as the co-operation-course they'd completed yesterday. She couldn't help but laugh as she passed the log where she and Harry had pulled the middle-name-stunt.
When she came back to the main grounds again, she encountered Harry, who was just heading out for a run himself. He did stop and talk for a while, though.
"Hey, 'Mio'", he said and smiled. "Been for a run?"
"Yes. I woke up early and failed to go back to sleep."
"Ah. Well, I'm off for one of my own now, but if you'd fancy a partner next time, come fetch me, okay?"
"I'll do that", Hermione laughed and headed off towards her cabin and then to the showers.
She changed her clothes and put on a pair of military-shorts and a T-shirt. She braided her hair and headed off towards the mess-hall, knowing that she'd find both Harry and Laura there before long. When she got in there, however, none of her friends had arrived, but Hermione took a vacant table and began to eat, wishing that she wouldn't be left alone for too long. She soon found that she wasn't, even though she regretted her wish right away when she realised in what way it had been granted.
"Is this seat taken?", an irritating voice said. It's owner had a tone of being superior all others, and he also still suffered from some boyish scales.
Hermione looked up and sighed - no, cross that, screamed - inwardly as none other than Dudley and Piers came to sit at her table. They didn't wait for her answer to Dudley's question, but ignored any possible objections and sat down.
"Hello, my name is Dudley. Dudley Dursley", the resident pig in a wig declared. "This is my friend, Piers Polkiss. I dare say your father must beyond doubt be a thief."
Hermione nearly choked on her juice.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your father - he must be a thief. He's stolen the stars and put them in your eyes, Miss...?"
'Dear Merlin!', Hermione yelped. "Dudders is trying to make a move on me! Help - please!'
She swallowed and grimaced discreetly.
"Hermione. Granger", she answered in a reserved manner.
"Lovely name. I can't manage to shake the feeling that I've heard that name somewhere before, though. I doubt it - such a face as yours I would have remembered - but, have we perchance met before?", Dudley asked and tried that same type of sexy half-smile Harry did all the time. He didn't manage, though, other than look ridiculous.
'Oh - please, HELP!', Hermione screamed inwardly.
Her salvation came sooner than she'd thought.
"Yes, you have", Harry's deep baritone came from behind Hermione's back. He sat down at her side and grinned at his cousin, who sat gaping across the table.
Harry put a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder before he continued.
"Hermione's my best friend, Dudders. And of course you've met before, even though never properly introduced"
Dudley didn't care about what Harry was saying. He was eyeing his cousin over and over, and Hermione noticed him awe at the handsome young man the scrawny boy that had left the Dursley's to live with Sirius had turned into over two years.
"What are YOU doing here?", Dudley managed to spit.
"Why I am a camp-leader, of course. As is Hermione. It sure is great to see you, Dudders", Harry managed to keep a calm smile on his face the whole time while talking to Dudley, but Hermione saw through his facade. Deep down he was laughing his head off.
Dudley obviously couldn't take it anymore, but got up abruptly and left, together with Rat-face. Hermione leaned her forehead on Harry's shoulder, shaking with laughter. Harry patted her back slowly, trying to hide his own laughter. Before long, however, the two friends sat leaned on each other in the mess-hall, soundly laughing their guts out.
~oOo~
The following two days passed quite calmly. The leaders had a handful preparing the cabins and the grounds before the campers would arrive, and neither Hermione or Harry had to confront Dudders or Rat-face directly during that time. Harry's cousin and his best friend were managing a cabin on the other side of the camp-grounds, and therefore Hermione managed to avoid the resident pig in a wig without very much ado.
Hers and Harry's respective cabin-inhabitants got along very well, something that promised heaps of fun once the campers arrived.
In Hermione's cabin lived herself, Laura and Madelyn, and when the campers arrived there would be six younger girls aged 11-13 as well.
In Harry's cabin lived him, two eighteen-year-old friends, Will and Madelyn's older brother Sam. That cabin would later hold, equally to the girl's cabin next door, six boys aged 11-13. Except for Harry, Hermione liked Sam the best. He was quite tall, even though not a tall as Harry - Hermione guessed about 1,85-1,90 metres - and blonde just like his sister. However, he didn't possess the same chubby stature Madelyn did. He was quite witty, and had laughed hysterically when Harry had hid all Sam's clothes in Hermione's bed during the second day of preparations.
Hermione herself, though, didn't find it at all as much fun as the prankster and main-victim in question had, and actually managed to spend a full half hour being angry with Harry, until he caused a scene in the mess- hall at dinner.
What happened was that when the whole group consisting of Hermione, Laura, Madelyn, Harry, Will and Sam had gone to dinner, Hermione still refused to talk to Harry. She wasn't really serious about it, and Harry was equally not-serious about being totally crushed by her behaviour as well. He'd spent about two minutes of dinner with casting regretful glances at her, then decided he 'couldn't take it anymore' and got up from his chair.
When Hermione found out what he was up to, however, she immediately stopped being angry with him. Harry got up onto the table, walked right across it and stood in front of where Hermione was sitting, trying hard not to laugh visibly. Then he looked her in the eye and shouted:
"I'm sorry! I Harry Potter pray for you Hermione Granger to forgive me for my foolish actions!", then he threw his arms out in the air despairingly, whereupon he gave her puppy-eyes.
The whole mess-hall, especially Dudley and Piers, stared at him like he was some kind of alien visitor, but Harry was never embarrassed by that kind of thing, and Hermione didn't even notice it happen.
Hermione could never refuse him anything when Harry made that face. Between her attacks of laughter she let out a barely audible:
"Apology accepted"
Upon her doing this, Harry jumped down from the table and gave her a huge hug, as if they hadn't been on speaking terms for weeks at the least.
When she got to bed that night Hermione promised herself hat she would do something about her feelings for Harry, as soon as possible. Weather that meant getting over him or telling him about it she wasn't sure, but as she fell asleep with the scene in the mess-hall on replay mode before her eyes, Hermione realised she couldn't take it anymore.
~oOo~
A/N: I KNOW I promised you the arrival of the campers in this chapter. But as I got on to writing down this chapter in it's current form, I realised a chapter containing that would have to be twice the length of a normal chapter, and I like to try and keep my chapters as equally long as possible. Next chapter WILL contain that event, though, I promise!
Will Dudders begin to hate Hermione now that he knows who and what she is? Or will his teenage hormones get in the way? Will he be jealous of Hermione and Harry's close friendship? And will he come to the wrong conclusion that there is something more between the two? Will that conclusion even be wrong, now that Hermione has decided to do something about the whole Harry- situation? And what WILL she do about it? And how will Harry react? And once again (for the final time - I hope), what will happen when the campers arrive?
All the answers are coming in following chapters of Camp Moonlake. (Possibly even the upcoming one!)
For Merlin's sake - REVIEW!
