A/N: I want to thank everyone who has reviewed this story! You put smiles on my face! Well, not all at the same time, 'cause I only have one mouth, but you still make me smile! Thanks very much! Woo hoo, exams are OVER! Also, I'd like to apologize for not updating as quick as I usually do. See my bio for the reasons. Enjoy chapter eight.

Chapter Eight: Her Hair is Like Ketchup

Harry walked outside, following Amber along with everyone else until she stopped by the shore.

"Now," she started. "Let's say you're swimming, and see someone drowning. Does anyone want to take a guess at what to do?"

Hermione raised her hand as she ran back to the group. "Well, there's a spell that –"

"I'm not talking about spells," Amber told her.

"You mean we have to save people like muggles?" someone asked.

"Exactly," Amber said. "So, if someone is drowning, they obviously are panicking. Never touch a drowning person, otherwise they'll pull you under. You..."

Harry was getting bored. He tuned out of her instructions, and looked around him. I wonder which group Drake is in? he thought, scanning the groups for Drake.

Harry snorted. A counselor was looking very scared as both Drake and Draco argued to him about who was who.

"...Any questions?" Amber asked. No one raised their hands. "Then pair up and practice saving each other."

"Did you listen to anything she said?" Ron asked Harry, getting in the water.

"No," Harry replied. "Did you?"

"Nope," Ron replied. "Hermione, how do you save lives?"

"You were supposed to listen, Ron!" she scolded him.

Amber walked up to them. "Any problems, boys?"

"Uh, kind of," Harry said.

"Do you need to be taught how to drown?" Amber said, chuckling.

"No thanks," Harry said. "We'll continue on our own now."

Amber nodded. "Okay, well, shout if you need anything."

Harry turned back to Ron. "Do you want to pretend to die or should I?"

Ron didn't answer. He stared in awe after Amber.

"Earth to Ron?" Harry asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

"...Her hair is the colour of ketchup..." Ron said quietly.

"Yeah, that's nice. Want to drown now?"

"...I love ketchup..."

"Ron?"

"...ketchup..."

"Helllooo???"

"...Amber..."

Harry pushed Ron down in the water, and that seemed to shake him out of his trance.

"Learn some manners!" Ron shouted to Harry, playfully pushing him down too.

"Oh no I'm dying!" Harry joked, pushing Ron down again.

Ron stumbled on something in the water. "Owch!" he said. "What was that?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Look in the water," he suggested.

So Ron stuck his hand in the water, grabbing hold of something quite large. "Oy! I've got something!"

Harry stuck his hand under too. It took both of them to haul it out.

Ron and Harry screamed in horror.

They had uncovered the lifeless form of Professor Flitwick.

Ron swore. "What is he doing here?"

Hermione rushed over to them. "What were you screaming about?"

Harry pointed to Flitwick's body, shaking in fear.

Hermione waved it off. "Just toss him back," she said, as if it was so simple.

Ron shrugged. "She is the smartest girl in school," he said, dropping the body back in the water.

Harry gulped, fanning his now ghostly pale face rather femininely.

"I think I've had enough fun for today," Harry said.

"Everyone back here please!" Amber called. Harry and Ron went back to her.

"Did you all have fun and learn?" she asked. Hermione was the only one who nodded gleefully. "Good!" she continued. "I hope no one died out there," she joked.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

"Well, now that you know how to save someone drowning, it's safe to go canoeing now!" Amber said. "Get into groups of three. You'll need one person in the back, to steer, and two people in the front to move the canoe."

The usual trio picked out a canoe and got in.

Once everyone was in a group with a canoe, Amber got in one with only two people in it. "Now, we'll just be going for a test run. I want all of you to practice paddling, and everyone should have a turn to steer."

"Not it!" Hermione and Ron exclaimed in unison.

"Harry, you have to steer first," Ron told Harry. (A/N: Trust me, I've tried to steer a canoe. It is so freaking hard! Or maybe that was because I had this catty girl in it with me who was saying I was doing it all wrong. I remember that... One of life's mysteries.)

"Okay," Harry agreed. He took the seat in the back of the boat, Hermione sat in front, and Ron sat in the middle.

"Go!" Amber exclaimed.

Ron smiled dreamily. "...she says 'go' like ketchup..."

"That made no sense," Hermione said, giving him a weird look. "Harry, for goodness sake, do try to steer! We're about to hit that rock over there!"

"I'm trying!" Harry protested. "It's hard!"

But as soon as they hit the rock, they simply went over it.

"Sorry, Harry, it was just Flitwick's body floating," Hermione apologized.

A/N: Yes, I know it is very gruesome to have a dead flitwick bobbing in the water. But I find it humorous. I hoped you liked chapter eight! I'm sorry it took so long to write, but I didn't feel like it. So I made myself write it now, because otherwise I'd just keep putting it off. Review please? Don't worry, you'll be able to read Ron's poem soon!