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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any Harry Potter related thing, soothing aromas, notebooks, water-balloons, pillows (the ketchup ones too), warm nights, or hands that clamp over mouths. That was quite a detailed disclaimer, no? For all you lawyers.

Chapter Twelve: The Crazy Psycho Balloon Boy of Doom

"Shoot, I forgot my notebook!" Hermione said to herself.

"It's an unusually warm night, so we've decided that tonight's activity will be a Water Fight," Kate said. "Four teams try to spray each other with water... and that's basically it. This is just for fun, just so you won't feel so hot."

"You'll be using these," Andy added, helping Mitch haul out a huge bucket of water balloons. "You can poke a hole in one and spray it, or you can simply throw them. Whatever you want. Each team gets thirty balloons, so that's two per person if you want to divide them evenly. Each team must have fifteen players in it. You can divide yourselves up."

Everyone split himself or herself up. Hermione, Ron and Harry quickly joined Drake's team. Mitch and Andy gave everyone two balloons each.

"Remember, if you get wet, you're out. The last team with the most people wins!" said Kate. "Ready..."

"Scared, Potter?" Draco asked Harry sinisterly from another team.

"You wish," Harry replied.

"Whoa, déjà vu!" Ron said.

"...Go!!"

At once everyone began hurling balloons at each other. "This is barbaric!" Hermione cried. Someone threw a balloon at her head.

"Better luck next time, 'Mione," Harry said sympathetically. He threw a balloon at the person who threw one at Hermione, and got them out.

Ron, apparently, was playing the game differently. He had punctured a hole in his balloons and was running around spraying everyone. "AAAAHH! WATCH OUT FOR CA-RAAAAZZY RON!"

Drake leaned closer to Harry. "Watch me soak that Malfoy guy," he said, whipping a balloon at Draco, hitting him.

"Nice shot," Harry commented.

Draco stamped his foot. "You little –!"

"Tsk, tsk, no foul language," Drake mockingly scolded him. "What would your mommy think of you?"

"My mother is none of your concern!"

"Then how about you dada?"

"Same goes for my father, you twit!"

"The father that owns the designer socks you're wearing?"

"They cost 500 bloody galleons!"

"Hey!" Mitch called. "You're supposed to be out!"

Draco mumbled as he sat down at the side.

As the teams got smaller and smaller, people began to get more serious. Well, except for Ron.

"AAAAAAHHH!" Ron shrieked, running full speed towards Harry, spraying him all over.

"Hey, you're not supposed to spray your own team!" Harry said. But he had to sit out anyways. Ron then dumped about five balloons on another person.

"You're wasting all of our balloons!" a girl on his team scolded Ron. Soon, they only had one left, and Ron was the only one left on their team. All of the other teams had about 3 people each.

"Come on, Ron!" Hermione and Harry shouted. "You can do it!"

Ron took a deep breath. "I can do this..." he slowly took hold of the last balloon. "... GET READY FOR RON THE CRAZY-PYSCHO-BALLOON-BOY OF DOOOOM!"

The other teams just stared at him, giving Ron time to spray everyone. He threw up his hands. "I WON!!"

"Hooray!" Harry and some other nameless kids cheered.

"You did it, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.

He took out some ketchup from his pocket. "And I did it without your help," he said to the ketchup.

"Well, yes, you did," Hermione said, thinking he was talking to her.

Ron looked at the ketchup again. "Oh, I'm sorry. How could I ever stay mad at you, pookie!" he said, hugging the ketchup.

"You were mad at me?" Hermione asked. Harry just chuckled, watching Hermione look confused and Ron caress the condiment.

"Great effort, everyone!" Kate called. "Time to get ready for bed!"

"See you in the morning," Hermione said to Ron and Harry.

"See you," they replied, walking to their cabin. They got inside and changed into their pj's. By now the water had dried off.

"Here's your pillow back, Drake," Ron said, giving Drake back his pillow.

"About time," Drake huffed, throwing Ron the ketchup pillow.

"You could of just asked me you know,"

"You were asleep, on my pillow!"

"But is has such a soothing aroma,"

"Well, yours doesn't!"

"That's why I like yours,"

"I'm sleeping with mine tonight,"

Ron nodded, laying his head down on the ketchup pillow. "Fine,"

"Good night," Drake said, closing his eyes.

"Night," Ron and Harry replied.

Harry rolled over on his back, shutting his eyes. After several minutes, he was almost asleep, when a hand suddenly clamped over his mouth. Harry's quickly opened his eyes.

"You say one word, and I'll avada kedavra your arse all the way to hell," the owner of the hand hissed.

A/N: (sees look on reader's face) Is it really that obvious who the owner of the hand is? Oh well, you'd find out sooner or later. I'll give the clueless readers a hint: it's not Harry. Hey hey, I hoped you liked Ron's little water-balloon-spaz! "Ca-razy Ron" is always entertaining. I know my chapters are a bit short, but just like shampoo and perfume and stuff; less is more! More soon!