AN: Yes! Ive got my first review!! Thank you thank you thank you.
Sorry, just a little excited. And I wont seclude them in the middle of the
forest... well, I dont know yet but I dont plan to. I hate it when people
murder their characters character completely and I won't do that. I also
want to say that there is a swear word in this chapter, because I just
couldnt help myself so little kittys beware!
Camp Noissap
Chapter Two: I Want My Mommy...
As they all finally filed out of the train, they could here Hagrid booming "Firs' years, firs' years over here." It brang back memoies preveiously forgotten over time. The carriages approached, awaiting to take them to their destination. As Hermione made her way over to the next carriage with Harry and Ron trailing, something or someone swiftly and cunningly stepped in front of her, blocking her way.
"Excuse me, this is OUR carriage." She put her hads on her hips and gritted her teeth. The person turned around.
"It's ours now mudblood." Draco Malfoy and his idiot imps laughed as if it was a big joke or something.
Not wanting to show weakness and take his crap, she shoved him hard in the side. He hardly moved from the spot he was standing. "Poking me won't do you any good." He took a step into the carriage.
"Hermione, just let it go, we'll get the next one." Harry tried and restrained her.
"I don't think so." Hermione extracted her arm away from Harry and made towards the carriage. Forcefully she pulled the back of Malfoy's cloak. This time he plunged to the wet ground. Smiling, Hermione saw this as an oppurtunity to make even more of a point. "Why thank you Malfoy for giving up the carriage for us." She smirked even more as she stepped on him, making her way to the carriage opening.
"Ron.. Har...." But before she finished something suddenly yanked at her ankle, having her toppling over. Both boys hurried over as the two blockhead bafoons just stared. Ron helped her to her feet, the blonde chortled quietly.
"I win Granger, I always win.. learn to not go through PMS on my time." Malfoy brushed himself off as his two moronic minions followed him into the carriage
"Im sick of that prat!" Hermione bellowed angrily.
"We all are, but we always win the quiddicth cup, and we always manage to nab the house cup out of his grubby little hands." Ron reassured her.
"I know Ron, but thats all group stuff. The quidditch team manages to beat the Slytherins... all of us Gryffindors always pummel the Slytherins when it comes to academics and attaining the house cup. It's never just getting Malfoy, it's his whole house! I just for once would like to surpass Malfoy at something where he can't blame his little reptile mates." Hermione pouted but with determination.
"We will Hermione... at camp Noissap we'll get a chance to do so." Harry smiled comfotingly. Just then, another carriage approached and they stepped in.. cautiously.
@--
"Draco...what's PMS?" Crabbe questioned, like the idiot he was.
"Shut up will you!"
"Yeah Crabbe... it's obvious, just sound it out p...pu....pumus... there." Goyle grinned triumphantly, until he met Draco's cold glare.
"It's premenstrual syndrome you insufferable simpleton!" Draco brought his two hands to his temple, trying to massage the stress away.
"I knew that..."
"Does it look like I give a flying fuck?" With a gulp, the two turnips looked like they were about to cry. "Imbeciles..."
@---
Harry, Ron and Hermione's carrriage arrived at the castle, right when the sorting hat ceremony began. There were few new Hufflepuffs, and even less Ravenclaws this year. There were some Gryffindors, and mostly everyone groaned when nearly more than half of the new comers became Slytherins.
"What is happening to the world as we know it?!" Ron cried out, followed by snickers from his fellow Gryffindors.
"I know what you mean, what if they all turn out to be slimy gits like Malfoy..." Hermione winced.
"Herm, I think it would be good for you and the rest of us if you didn't mention his name... it's only going to lead to you being placed in an assylum..." Harry suggested. Hermione just nodded solemenly and began eating.
"Attention, I have an announcment" Dumbledores voice could be heard at the front. "As you all well know, or at least 4th years and up know... there will be camp this year. All of you should have recieved letters listing what you should have brought and other important information. Students will be leaving for Camp Noissap in exactly a week from today. For 3rd years and younger, I am sorry to say, schedules will be normal and Camp Noissap may be available to you all in the not too distant future." With that last comment, groans, and the occasional boo, came from the unlucky students that would not be able to go.
"How long are we staying?" Ron questioned, not to anyone in particular.
With an exasperated sigh Hermione answered... "Ron, I suggest that you read the ENTIRE letter next time... there could have been something important and YOU would have missed it."
"Sorry your royal bit-" Ron was cut off .
"A month."
"-iness" He finished. "Thank you."
Her only reply was a roll of the caramel eyes. Sometimes Ron could get on her nerves to the point of wanting to strangle his little, freckled neck. At least Harry was brighter with more common sense.
@---
Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table. He saw the Granger girl rolling her eyes more than once. Abruptly something interrupted his thoughts.
"Ow!"
"What are you two bafoons doing now?" Draco drawled.
"Give it back!"
"No, It's mine!"
"Goyle... " Crabbe started whimperng, "Your so mean...I want my mommy."
Draco looked at them with pure disgust. "Why must father insist on keeping these cretins for 'friends'...." Draco muttered under his breath, while moving a piece of meat back and forth across his plate with his fork. At the sight of Crabbe waving his hands about trying to get his object back, Draco snatched it from Goyle. "Unbelievable... Crabbe, are you seriously whining over this." He held up a ratty old teddy bear with one eyes missing and fluff sticking out of its bum. "Pittiful..." He threw it at, not to, Crabbe... he would definitely have to wash his hands later.
@---
Observing the scene from the other side of the Great Hall was the dream team.
"Wow, Malfoy sure does have some canny friends..." Harry laughed at the shabby bear being thrown, nearly hitting Crabbe smack dab in the face. The three stood up, letting out paroxysms of laughter right in front of the Slytherin table.
"Does Crabby need his teddy so he can get some sweep tonight?" Ron used his baby voice.
Crabbe replied, and said what he thought was something that Draco might say. "I have servants to sweep, Weasley." He sat straight up, trying to look dignified.
Hermione had to bend over to keep herself from falling backwards with the spasms she was going through. "Malfoy, what can I say..they learn from the best!" And with that they left the Great Hall and made their way to the common room.
"Sometimes those dunces make it too easy for us." Harry said, just getting over his last laugh attack.
"You can say that again." Hermione wiped a small tear from her eye.
Camp Noissap
Chapter Two: I Want My Mommy...
As they all finally filed out of the train, they could here Hagrid booming "Firs' years, firs' years over here." It brang back memoies preveiously forgotten over time. The carriages approached, awaiting to take them to their destination. As Hermione made her way over to the next carriage with Harry and Ron trailing, something or someone swiftly and cunningly stepped in front of her, blocking her way.
"Excuse me, this is OUR carriage." She put her hads on her hips and gritted her teeth. The person turned around.
"It's ours now mudblood." Draco Malfoy and his idiot imps laughed as if it was a big joke or something.
Not wanting to show weakness and take his crap, she shoved him hard in the side. He hardly moved from the spot he was standing. "Poking me won't do you any good." He took a step into the carriage.
"Hermione, just let it go, we'll get the next one." Harry tried and restrained her.
"I don't think so." Hermione extracted her arm away from Harry and made towards the carriage. Forcefully she pulled the back of Malfoy's cloak. This time he plunged to the wet ground. Smiling, Hermione saw this as an oppurtunity to make even more of a point. "Why thank you Malfoy for giving up the carriage for us." She smirked even more as she stepped on him, making her way to the carriage opening.
"Ron.. Har...." But before she finished something suddenly yanked at her ankle, having her toppling over. Both boys hurried over as the two blockhead bafoons just stared. Ron helped her to her feet, the blonde chortled quietly.
"I win Granger, I always win.. learn to not go through PMS on my time." Malfoy brushed himself off as his two moronic minions followed him into the carriage
"Im sick of that prat!" Hermione bellowed angrily.
"We all are, but we always win the quiddicth cup, and we always manage to nab the house cup out of his grubby little hands." Ron reassured her.
"I know Ron, but thats all group stuff. The quidditch team manages to beat the Slytherins... all of us Gryffindors always pummel the Slytherins when it comes to academics and attaining the house cup. It's never just getting Malfoy, it's his whole house! I just for once would like to surpass Malfoy at something where he can't blame his little reptile mates." Hermione pouted but with determination.
"We will Hermione... at camp Noissap we'll get a chance to do so." Harry smiled comfotingly. Just then, another carriage approached and they stepped in.. cautiously.
@--
"Draco...what's PMS?" Crabbe questioned, like the idiot he was.
"Shut up will you!"
"Yeah Crabbe... it's obvious, just sound it out p...pu....pumus... there." Goyle grinned triumphantly, until he met Draco's cold glare.
"It's premenstrual syndrome you insufferable simpleton!" Draco brought his two hands to his temple, trying to massage the stress away.
"I knew that..."
"Does it look like I give a flying fuck?" With a gulp, the two turnips looked like they were about to cry. "Imbeciles..."
@---
Harry, Ron and Hermione's carrriage arrived at the castle, right when the sorting hat ceremony began. There were few new Hufflepuffs, and even less Ravenclaws this year. There were some Gryffindors, and mostly everyone groaned when nearly more than half of the new comers became Slytherins.
"What is happening to the world as we know it?!" Ron cried out, followed by snickers from his fellow Gryffindors.
"I know what you mean, what if they all turn out to be slimy gits like Malfoy..." Hermione winced.
"Herm, I think it would be good for you and the rest of us if you didn't mention his name... it's only going to lead to you being placed in an assylum..." Harry suggested. Hermione just nodded solemenly and began eating.
"Attention, I have an announcment" Dumbledores voice could be heard at the front. "As you all well know, or at least 4th years and up know... there will be camp this year. All of you should have recieved letters listing what you should have brought and other important information. Students will be leaving for Camp Noissap in exactly a week from today. For 3rd years and younger, I am sorry to say, schedules will be normal and Camp Noissap may be available to you all in the not too distant future." With that last comment, groans, and the occasional boo, came from the unlucky students that would not be able to go.
"How long are we staying?" Ron questioned, not to anyone in particular.
With an exasperated sigh Hermione answered... "Ron, I suggest that you read the ENTIRE letter next time... there could have been something important and YOU would have missed it."
"Sorry your royal bit-" Ron was cut off .
"A month."
"-iness" He finished. "Thank you."
Her only reply was a roll of the caramel eyes. Sometimes Ron could get on her nerves to the point of wanting to strangle his little, freckled neck. At least Harry was brighter with more common sense.
@---
Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table. He saw the Granger girl rolling her eyes more than once. Abruptly something interrupted his thoughts.
"Ow!"
"What are you two bafoons doing now?" Draco drawled.
"Give it back!"
"No, It's mine!"
"Goyle... " Crabbe started whimperng, "Your so mean...I want my mommy."
Draco looked at them with pure disgust. "Why must father insist on keeping these cretins for 'friends'...." Draco muttered under his breath, while moving a piece of meat back and forth across his plate with his fork. At the sight of Crabbe waving his hands about trying to get his object back, Draco snatched it from Goyle. "Unbelievable... Crabbe, are you seriously whining over this." He held up a ratty old teddy bear with one eyes missing and fluff sticking out of its bum. "Pittiful..." He threw it at, not to, Crabbe... he would definitely have to wash his hands later.
@---
Observing the scene from the other side of the Great Hall was the dream team.
"Wow, Malfoy sure does have some canny friends..." Harry laughed at the shabby bear being thrown, nearly hitting Crabbe smack dab in the face. The three stood up, letting out paroxysms of laughter right in front of the Slytherin table.
"Does Crabby need his teddy so he can get some sweep tonight?" Ron used his baby voice.
Crabbe replied, and said what he thought was something that Draco might say. "I have servants to sweep, Weasley." He sat straight up, trying to look dignified.
Hermione had to bend over to keep herself from falling backwards with the spasms she was going through. "Malfoy, what can I say..they learn from the best!" And with that they left the Great Hall and made their way to the common room.
"Sometimes those dunces make it too easy for us." Harry said, just getting over his last laugh attack.
"You can say that again." Hermione wiped a small tear from her eye.
