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Chapter Sixteen: Ron's on the Patch. Siriusly.
About five minutes later, the boat arrived at camp.
"One puppy sock on the wall, one puppy sock!" Harry sang. "Put it on, that one's gone -!"
"No more puppy socks on the wa-ha-haaallll!" Draco whined.
"Finally!" Mitch cried.
"Negative one puppy socks on the wall, negative one puppy socks!" Harry and Draco started up again.
"Okay, boys, that's enough singing for today," Kate said, clutching her head. "Out of the boat, and into my office. We need to have a serious chat."
"Siriusly?" Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. As if no one's heard that one before."
Harry hung his head in shame.
"Follow me please," Kate said, and Mitch drove the boat away. The two boys followed Kate to the cabin marked 'Information', and sat down in front of a desk.
"Are we in trouble?" Draco asked innocently.
"You betchya," Kate said sternly. "Why were you two on the islet?"
Harry and Draco looked at each other, not speaking.
:::What's going on in Harry's head:::
Hmm, how am I going to explain this? I could just tell the truth... but then I'd still be in trouble for following him out there, whether I thought it was Hermione or not. Maybe I could fib a bit... no, I can't do that! Honesty is the best policy. I should tell the truth... she'd find out sooner or later. But if I do, I could be sent home! I'll admit, this camp is a bit whacko, but anything's better than going back to the Dursley's. Oh, come on, Harry! You can think of something! If you can defeat Voldemort, a little fib won't kill you! But, maybe I should tell the truth...I wonder if Malfoy's thinking the same thing...
:::What's going on in Draco's head:::
(Happy kiddie music is playing and Draco is frolicking in a field of flowers)
:::Back to Reality:::
"I repeat, why were you two on the islet?" Kate asked again more sternly.
"It was all my fault," Draco said. "I... I told him to follow me."
"Oh really?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow. "And why would Harry follow you when he knows-"she shot Harry a Look. "-That it's against the rules?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
"I'm sorry, but you'll both have to be sent home," Kate said, not sounding very sorry. "What if we hadn't found you there, hmm? Then what would you have done?"
Draco dropped to his knees again, and starting crying. "Oh, please don't send me home! My – My father, he doesn't love me! He's cruel and possessive! I'm all alone! I have no one to play with! You don't understand what it's like! You can't understand! No one loves me!" he sobbed, his hands at her feet.
"Wow, um, okay," Kate said. "Well, then I guess Harry will be going home."
Harry dropped to his knees too. "No one loves me either!" he whined, hoping Kate would buy it.
Kate sighed. "Alright, you can both stay. But any more of this hokey pokey hullabaloo, and you're going home."
"Come again?" Harry asked.
"No more trouble making," Kate said. Harry nodded, and Draco kept looking at her. (A/N: He's probably frolicking in flowers again in his mind).
"Well, we'll be going now," Harry said, leaving. Draco followed him out.
Not knowing where to go, Harry decided to go to his cabin. Along the way, he saw Hermione and Ron walking.
"Harry!" they called happily, running to him.
"Hi, guys!" he called back. After being totally glomped by them, Hermione asked, "Where have you been?"
"Draco took a polyjuice potion to look like you, then tricked me into following him to an islet, and then the boat drifted away, and then I..." Harry pondered whether he should tell them he almost kissed Draco. He decided against it. "And then the polyjuice wore off, and then we were stuck there, and it rained, and," Harry stopped to catch his breath. "And then... just... fires and wood and puppy socks on the wall and on my feet and –"
"Whoa, slow down, mate!" Ron laughed. "We get the point."
Harry nodded.
"Well, Ron has a bit of news for you too," Hermione stated proudly. She nudged Ron.
Ron rolled his eyes, and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his arm. "I'm on the patch," he said dully.
Hermione smiled. "See?" she said, pointing to a square, red patch on Ron's upper arm. "It's Tomatoderm. It'll help Ron get over his ketchup addiction."
"I see," Harry said. "Is it working?"
Ron sniffed. "Yes."
"Well, I'm happy for you," Harry said, trying to be supportive.
"Just wait until you see how much money you'll save!" Hermione said excitedly, squeezing Ron's arm.
"Yeah..." Ron said disappointedly.
Hermione turned to Harry. "We're going to the mess hall. Want to come?"
"Sure," Harry said, and they went.
A/N: Do you like Tomatoderm? Heheh, I do! :D Just to let you guys know, I'm going to end Welcome to Camp Magick soon. I'll do a few more chapters, and then I'll do the last chapter. Now that I think about it, this chapter was shorter than I'd have liked. You can forgive me, can't you? Good. It's just that I couldn't think of anything else to put in it. I need to think up of what'll happen next.
Chapter Sixteen: Ron's on the Patch. Siriusly.
About five minutes later, the boat arrived at camp.
"One puppy sock on the wall, one puppy sock!" Harry sang. "Put it on, that one's gone -!"
"No more puppy socks on the wa-ha-haaallll!" Draco whined.
"Finally!" Mitch cried.
"Negative one puppy socks on the wall, negative one puppy socks!" Harry and Draco started up again.
"Okay, boys, that's enough singing for today," Kate said, clutching her head. "Out of the boat, and into my office. We need to have a serious chat."
"Siriusly?" Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. As if no one's heard that one before."
Harry hung his head in shame.
"Follow me please," Kate said, and Mitch drove the boat away. The two boys followed Kate to the cabin marked 'Information', and sat down in front of a desk.
"Are we in trouble?" Draco asked innocently.
"You betchya," Kate said sternly. "Why were you two on the islet?"
Harry and Draco looked at each other, not speaking.
:::What's going on in Harry's head:::
Hmm, how am I going to explain this? I could just tell the truth... but then I'd still be in trouble for following him out there, whether I thought it was Hermione or not. Maybe I could fib a bit... no, I can't do that! Honesty is the best policy. I should tell the truth... she'd find out sooner or later. But if I do, I could be sent home! I'll admit, this camp is a bit whacko, but anything's better than going back to the Dursley's. Oh, come on, Harry! You can think of something! If you can defeat Voldemort, a little fib won't kill you! But, maybe I should tell the truth...I wonder if Malfoy's thinking the same thing...
:::What's going on in Draco's head:::
(Happy kiddie music is playing and Draco is frolicking in a field of flowers)
:::Back to Reality:::
"I repeat, why were you two on the islet?" Kate asked again more sternly.
"It was all my fault," Draco said. "I... I told him to follow me."
"Oh really?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow. "And why would Harry follow you when he knows-"she shot Harry a Look. "-That it's against the rules?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
"I'm sorry, but you'll both have to be sent home," Kate said, not sounding very sorry. "What if we hadn't found you there, hmm? Then what would you have done?"
Draco dropped to his knees again, and starting crying. "Oh, please don't send me home! My – My father, he doesn't love me! He's cruel and possessive! I'm all alone! I have no one to play with! You don't understand what it's like! You can't understand! No one loves me!" he sobbed, his hands at her feet.
"Wow, um, okay," Kate said. "Well, then I guess Harry will be going home."
Harry dropped to his knees too. "No one loves me either!" he whined, hoping Kate would buy it.
Kate sighed. "Alright, you can both stay. But any more of this hokey pokey hullabaloo, and you're going home."
"Come again?" Harry asked.
"No more trouble making," Kate said. Harry nodded, and Draco kept looking at her. (A/N: He's probably frolicking in flowers again in his mind).
"Well, we'll be going now," Harry said, leaving. Draco followed him out.
Not knowing where to go, Harry decided to go to his cabin. Along the way, he saw Hermione and Ron walking.
"Harry!" they called happily, running to him.
"Hi, guys!" he called back. After being totally glomped by them, Hermione asked, "Where have you been?"
"Draco took a polyjuice potion to look like you, then tricked me into following him to an islet, and then the boat drifted away, and then I..." Harry pondered whether he should tell them he almost kissed Draco. He decided against it. "And then the polyjuice wore off, and then we were stuck there, and it rained, and," Harry stopped to catch his breath. "And then... just... fires and wood and puppy socks on the wall and on my feet and –"
"Whoa, slow down, mate!" Ron laughed. "We get the point."
Harry nodded.
"Well, Ron has a bit of news for you too," Hermione stated proudly. She nudged Ron.
Ron rolled his eyes, and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his arm. "I'm on the patch," he said dully.
Hermione smiled. "See?" she said, pointing to a square, red patch on Ron's upper arm. "It's Tomatoderm. It'll help Ron get over his ketchup addiction."
"I see," Harry said. "Is it working?"
Ron sniffed. "Yes."
"Well, I'm happy for you," Harry said, trying to be supportive.
"Just wait until you see how much money you'll save!" Hermione said excitedly, squeezing Ron's arm.
"Yeah..." Ron said disappointedly.
Hermione turned to Harry. "We're going to the mess hall. Want to come?"
"Sure," Harry said, and they went.
A/N: Do you like Tomatoderm? Heheh, I do! :D Just to let you guys know, I'm going to end Welcome to Camp Magick soon. I'll do a few more chapters, and then I'll do the last chapter. Now that I think about it, this chapter was shorter than I'd have liked. You can forgive me, can't you? Good. It's just that I couldn't think of anything else to put in it. I need to think up of what'll happen next.