A/N: This is the chapter where you finally get to read Ron's poem! I'm warning you, it's really pathetic, but that's to be expected because Ron wrote it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any Harry Potter character, designer socks, or ketchup.

Claimer: I own Camp Magick, Kate, Mitch, Andy, Amber, Drake, and the poem. But I don't own the poem that my poem is a parody of.

Chapter Eleven: Designer Socks and a Poem

When free time was finished, everyone gathered in the mess hall for supper.

"I wonder what activity we'll be doing after supper this time?" Hermione asked, waiting in line for food, which was soup and sandwiches.

"I have no clue," Harry replied. "What do you think, Ron?"

But Ron was reading a piece of paper, mouthing the words on it.

"What's that?" asked Hermione.

"You'll see," said Ron without looking away from his paper. He quickly helped himself to a sandwich and sat back down.

"Wonder what he's up to?" Hermione said airily, taking a bowl of soup and half of a sandwich.

Harry just shrugged, taking some food for himself.

When they sat back down at their table, Ron was still reading the paper.

"Memorizing a recipe for ketchup?" Harry asked, smiling.

Ron didn't answer. Instead, he watched the center of the room.

Kate stood in the center of the room. "Did you all have fun today?"

There was a mix of yeses.

"Great!" she continued. "Now, while you all enjoy your meals, I –"

Ron stood up and cleared his throat. "May I say something first?"

Kate looked taken aback. "Um, sure, I guess."

He went over to where Amber was sitting at the counselor table. He took the piece of paper out from his pocket, wiped off the stray ketchup bits, and started to speak. "The time has come, the Ronald said, to talk of lots of stuff. Like shoes and ships and ketchup wax, and many other stuff. The ketchup sea is boiling hot, and so is Amber. The end! By Ron." He bowed.

Amber went red. "Erm, that was very... imaginative, Ron," she said.

"So you liked it?!" Ron asked eagerly.

"Um, sure why not..." she said, coughing and looking at her lap.

Ron shrieked and hugged her, jumping up and down. Then, looking satisfied, he returned to his table.

"Thank you, Ron, that was very entertaining," Kate said carefully. Then she returned to speaking to everyone. "After dinner, we're going to go outside for the activity. I strongly suggest you put on your very worst clothes, unless you want the nice ones to get ruined."

"... clothes... unless... you... want... the... nice..." Hermione said quietly, taking notes.

"Don't you ever stop?" Harry whispered.

"So, as soon as you finish your meal, go to your cabin, get changed into some old clothes, and then wait for everyone else in front of this building," Kate finished. "Okay?"

Everyone nodded.

"Don't go so fast!" Hermione whispered, writing like crazy.

"Here's an idea, Hermy," Ron said, and took the pen and notebook out of her hands.

Hermione simply retrieved another pen and notebook from her book bag, and continued writing. Taking the last few bites of her sandwich, she hurried off to her cabin.

Ron shoved the rest of his food into his mouth, and Harry quickly finished his food too.

"Come on, let's go," Harry said, walking out of the room.

Once outside, Harry was about to ask Ron why he made up a poem for Amber, when Draco blocked their path.

"Nice poem, Weasel," he sniggered. "Way to make yourself look even more stupid."

Ron rolled his eyes. "It's okay, Malfoy. I don't expect you to understand what it's like to have feelings for a girl."

"What?!?" Draco spat. "Then what do you call Pansy!?"

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but then shook his head. "Nah, that's too easy."

Draco gave Ron an extremely evil look. "At least I don't think up pathetic poems!"

"Yeah, but you pay people to!" Ron shot back.

"Omymerlinhowdidyouknow???" Draco asked, looking very scared.

Ron's jaw dropped. "I – I didn't!" he stammered.

"Get away from me!" Draco cried, running away.

"Well, I guess you learn something new everyday, huh?" Harry said, not knowing whether he should be humoured or scared. So his eyes were wide open with fright, and he was smiling.

"What kind of face is that?" Ron asked, looking at Harry weird.

"I don't know whether to laugh or to be scared, so I made a compromise," he replied.

"Come on, let's go change," Ron said, running to their cabin.

When they were inside, Ron looked down at his clothes disappointedly. "I guess it doesn't matter what I wear. All of my clothes are rags."

"Then at least you won't have such a hard time finding something to wear," Harry said, trying to make Ron feel better. "... do you mind if I borrow some?"

"Sure," Ron aid dolefully, handing Harry a shirt and a pair of pants. The both got changed, and walked back to the front of the mess hall.

"I had such a hard time deciding which of my fabulous shirts to wear," Draco complained to Crabbe and Goyle, loud enough for Ron and Harry to hear. "All of my clothes are expensive designer originals. My father won't be too happy about this. I'm wearing his best Chanel socks!"

"Chanel socks???" asked Ron, snorting.

Draco scoffed at him. "Yes, chanel! No need to ask where you got your socks. Some thrift-store, most likely!"

Pansy laughed. "A thrift store!!!"

"SOCKS!" Crabbe and Goyle shouted happily.

Harry turned back to Ron. "Malfoy is the only person I know who could wear designer socks."

Kate clapped her hands once. "Okay, everyone, I'm about to explain the rules for the activity!"

A/N: Okay, so Ron's got his ketchup, Hermione's got her obsession with taking notes, and now Draco's got his Chanel socks. Does Chanel even make socks? Oh well, I guess the wizard version does. I wonder if Draco's got matching perfume too? Ha!

Mr. Malfoy- ::spritzes perfume on Draco:: Nothing but the best for my son!

Draco- ::smirks:: Can't exactly call me a Malfoy if I don't smell like one, right?

A/N: ... I didn't need to see that. I hope you enjoyed chapter eleven!