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Chapter 4: The Campsite

Harry was awoken earlier than he'd of liked that morning at seven by an impatient Hermione.

"Harry, Ron do wake up I gave you an extra twenty minutes!" she snapped. Harry grinned into his pillow. It was mornings like these both he and Ron loved to see how far Hermione'd go to get them up.

"Oh come on you two," Hermione said, sounding pleading. "You're the two that love and play Quidditch and I'm the one trying to get you up so you can go see the finals, I don't really care about Quidditch I'm going for you please, please pleeeaasee wake up?" she pleaded with them. Harry finally opened one eye and grinned at her.

"You know, a simple 'Harry Ron we're going to the Quidditch Cup now' would have done fine," he informed her. Hermione gasped and smacked him on the head.

"Ouch! Her-mi-o-ne!" Harry said, rubbing his head. Hermione smirked.

"Thats what you get for being cheeky in the morning," she said. Harry, an idea sparking in his brain reached up and squeezed Hermione's sides, causing her to squeal.

"Harry..no, please. Harry!" she started laughing as he tickled her. Ron, sensing an oppertunity gave Hermione a little push so she fell directly on top of him. Both turned bright red and the mood became quite awkward.

"Oh..sorry.." Hermione muttered, quickly getting up. Harry shot a death glare towards Ron and got up himself.

"No worry Hermione, it's alright," Harry said quickly, blushing a bit. Ron and Harry got dressed and went downstairs for a quick breakfast. Mr. Weasley was waiting for them downstairs, reading the Daily Prophet and wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He beamed at them as they sat down.

"Does this look any better Harry?" he asked, pointing to his outfit. Harry nodded.

"Yeah Mr. Weasley, much," he told him. Ron smirked, then looked over as Fred and George came in, wearing their dragonhide jackets.

"Oh, Fred George must you wear those? Muggles may think you're a bit...odd," Mrs. Weasley said exasperatedly as she came in levitating platters of toast, kippers, pancakes, sausages, waffles, and much more.

"This looks delicious Molly," Mr. Weasley said, helping himself to waffles as they set themselves down on the table. They all ate their breakfast, and Mr. Weasley stood up.

"Well we'd best be going," he said. He, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill all made their way to the front of the house where the car was waiting.

"Now I put a charm on it like the last one, so all of you can fit snugly inside," Mr. Weasley told them.

"But Dad how come Fred and I can't Apparate?" George asked.

"Because I want us all staying together, no use getting lost at a time like...well at a time like this," Mr. Weasley said warningly. With a groan, Fred and George got in besides Harry and both crossed their arms, a cross look on their identical faces. Harry held in his laughter as Mr. Weasley, Ginny and Hermione piled into the front seat, and they drove to a secluded place away from the prying Muggle eye. Three figures were already there when they got out of the car.

"Good of you to arrive on time Weasley," Lucius Malfoy sneered. Mr. Weasley gave him a hard look.

"We got here as fast as we good Malfoy," he said cooly. Lucius nodded. Next to him were his wife Narcissa, and their son Draco, Harry's worst enemy, apart from Voldemort. Draco sneered as they neared.

"Potty, Weasel, Mudblood," he noted. Harry and Ron both advanced foward, glaring daggers at him. Hermione and Ginny grabbed their arms.

"Harry, Ron no, he's not worth your time," Hermione said, squeezing Harry's arm. Both boys threw Malfoy a look of disgust before stepping back.

"Thank you," she whispered. Mr. Malfoy held out a soda can.

"Everyone, I'm quite sure you know what to do," he said in a cool voice. The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione all put a finger on the can.

"3...2...1" Mr. Malfoy muttered, and Harry yet again felt a jerk around his navel as they were all sent up in a whirl of colors. Harry felt himself come crashing to the ground, and felt someone fall on top of him.

"Harry I'm so sorry thats the second time..." Hermione squeaked, jumping up, blushing furiously.

"Well well it looks like the Mudblood and the Saint are just falling all over each other," Malfoy said with a malicious grin. Harry advanced towards Malfoy his hands in fists.

"Harry no! What did I tell you?" Hermione hissed, holding him back. Harry sighed, knowing she was of course right.

"Yes Potter listen to your girlfriend," Malfoy taunted.

"Shove it up your arse Malfoy," Harry growled. Malfoy just smirked and walked away with his parents.

"Harry, Hermione come on," Mr. Weasley called from where he and his family were waiting. The pair walked over and Mr. Weasley started talking to the wizened witch who was obviously in charge of the campsite.

"Weasley..yes you've got a spot right up the hill, over there," she said, pointing towards a large hill. Mr. Weasley thanked her and they all trooped up the hill to the campsite.

"Here we are, and it's spelled right too," Mr. Weasley said sounding delighted. They set up the tent, thankfully allowed to by magic and crawled in to find a spacious house.

"Looks good, now how about some lunch," he asked. Harry's stomach rumbled. The delicious breakfast Mrs. Weasley made seemed to be ages ago. They set up a campfire and began to cook grilled cheeses over the fire.

"Harry, Hermione why do you got get some water for us? There's one not too far from here," Mr. Weasley suggested. Both Harry and Hermione stood up, and Hermione grabbed the bucket of water and they set off.

"How's your summer been so far?" Hermione asked him.

"Oh, interesting. I found out Aunt Petunia was a squib," Harry informed her. Hermione's eyes widened.

"You're joking," she managed to say. Harry shook his head.

"Well it all makes sense now doesn't it? That's why shes been so cruel to you!" she exclaimed. He nodded.

"Yeah, she apologized too. I was in shock. Uncle Vernon and Dudley don't know though," he told her. Hermione nodded.

"Of course, she's gotten the idea that magic is horrible into their heads, to find out she's actually magic'll completely confuse them, and I expect that wouldn't be good," she said with a slight smile. Harry laughed.

"Yeah, they'd go off their rockers," he said, and both of them laughed.

"Oh look, there's the well," Hermione said as they neared a huge well. Many other witches and wizards were gathered around it to get water, including Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Ernie McMillian, who all waved when they saw them, Parvati and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood and Cho Chang. Surprisingly Harry felt no emotion when he saw Cho, but she blushed lightly and took the hand of Micheal Corner, her newest boyfriend.

"No emotion?" Hermione asked him with a smile. Harry shook his head no. Hermione patted his shoulder.

"That's good, she's not worth your time anyway," she told him. Harry smiled.

"Thanks," he said. They walked back to the campfire where Mr. Weasley was waiting next to a roaring fire, smiling widely.

"Look, isn't it wonderful?" he said delightedly. Harry set the water next to the fire and Mr. Weasley put on the hamburgers.

"What a wonderful Muggle food," Mr. Weasley said, his mouth full later on. Harry nodded as he finished off his dinner.

Suddenly, horns sounded and purple and red sparks shot up.

"Is it time already?" Hermione asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah today it's at 2..and it's 1:45, so I suppose they want to give the people 1/2 hour to get their seats. Let's go, we're sitting in Row C seats 9-18," Mr. Weasley told them, checking the tickets. Fred and George eyed the salespeople who were Apparating nearby.

"Oh, go on then, but hurry up," Mr. Weasley said. They all ran over to them. Harry bought a Harpies Flag, Ron bought a hat with a Harpie on top, Fred and George bought both Harpies buttons and flags, Charlie bought a figurine of Gwenog Jones the beater and captian, Bill got a button for the Harpies, and Hermione bought both a Bulgarian and Harpies flag.

"Hermione..." Ron said exasperatedly. Hermione glared.

"Viktor is still my friend Ron," she said exasperatedly. Mr. Weasley came over before Ron could retort to it.

"Come on everyone," he said breathlessly.

"It's time,"

End Chapter 4. Sorry everyone I had finals...fun fun