A/N: I am really brain drained. I'm at loss for ideas, and I can't ask you guys for help because then this would be an interactive fic. So I'm going to dig deep, deep in the barren wilderness of my mind for some ideas. Reminding you again that the end is near, mostly because, as I said, I'm running out of ideas. Soooo just... read...?

Chapter Eighteen: Fashionably Late

Draco glared at the golden three. "What, are you jealous? Jealous because I've finally found my meaning in life?"

"Oh please," Hermione said.

"Well," Draco started. "Potter's got his scar, you've got your brain, and Weasley's got his... um..."

"Ketchup?" Ron suggested.

"Yeah, that," Draco said. "And now I've got something too: My singing."

Hermione, Harry, and Ron all looked at each other and laughed.

"I don't think you can call that singing, Malfoy," Harry told him.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him. "Well, if I can't sing, I can... act!"

Hermione, Harry, and Ron laughed harder.

"Acting???" they all asked.

"That's right! Acting!" Draco proclaimed. "I'll play the filthy rich brat who hates the hero in a series of movies based on one of the most best-selling books in the world!"

"You go right ahead and think that," Hermione said. Turning to Ron and Harry, she said. "Let's go."

As they made there way past Draco, Ron whispered, "Yeah, like any book like that would sell."

Harry held the door open for his friends. "So what do you want to do now?"

Hermione thought for a moment. "Well, what do we usually do after supper?"

Ron shrugged. "File my nails?"

"No, we wait for Kate to announce what activity we'll be doing!"

"Oh,"

They trudged back inside, and resumed their seats.

"Is everyone ready for tonight's activity?" Kate asked, in her usual spot in the center of the room.

No one answered. Camp was wearing on them.

"We're going to have a relay race," she said.

"What kind?" someone called out.

"Does it involve acting?" Draco asked hopefully.

"You'll all be divided into teams, and you'll take turns tying the different kinds of knots Andy will call out," Kate explained. "Each team will get one rope, and when Andy calls out the name of a knot, the first person in each team's line will tie that knot. The first one done gets a point for their team. This will continue on, with new kinds of knots, until everyone has tied a knot. The team with the most points wins!"

After she magicked some ropes onto the floor, people were sorted into teams. To save an hour of typing everyone's results, I'll just give the ones that most readers care about: Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all on separate teams. Harry was on Draco's team. Hermione was on Drake's team. Ron wasn't on a team with anyone he knew, but he had his ketchup, and even some leftover crusty bits of mustard.

"I can't believe I'm on his team," Harry muttered to himself, eyeing Draco.

"I heard that," Draco said.

"What? No smart-aleck insult?"

"I'm acting,"

Harry snorted. "You mean for that little movie of yours?"

"Yes! I'll be playing the rich, bratty, annoying yet somehow mysteriously amusing kid that I mentioned!"

"Well, personally, I don't think you need to practice for that,"

"Oh, what do you know?!"

"More than you,"

Draco stuck out his tongue. "I'm rubber you're glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you!"

"Aren't we a little old for that?" Harry asked.

The two boys continued arguing, and as Andy called out the names of knots, the line moved up.

"Reef knot!" Andy said.

It was Harry's turn, but another team finished before him. Draco stepped up to the rope next, and when Andy called out a different knot, he simply copied what the person next to him was doing. He finished first.

"Hey, you cheated!" Harry whispered to Draco.

"So sue me," Draco said. "Besides, I'm on your team."

Harry scowled at him. When the game was done, their team lost anyways.

As everyone started leaving the mess hall, Kate clapped her hands two times. "If you could all just wait a moment, I have an announcement."

"Announcements announcement annooooouncements. Baloney baloney baloooooney. We had a cooow, we lost our cooow. We have no neeeed for your bull nooooow. A terrible way to die. A terrible way to die. A terrible way to be talked to death, a terrible way to die. Announcements announcements announcements. Baloney Baloney Baloooney." Some people sang.

A/N: You know who you are.

Kate cleared her throat. "As some of you already know, the last day of Camp is approaching. So I ask all of you to start cleaning up your cabins in advance, to make sure you don't forget anything. You may return to your cabins now."

"I can't believe it's almost over," Ron said, as he, Hermione and Harry left the mess hall.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," said Hermione, heading towards the girls' area. "Good night."

"Good night," Ron and Harry replied, walking towards their own cabin. When they arrived, Ron promptly climbed up to his bed and was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

Someone rapped at the door.

Harry opened it. "Who's there?"

"It's just me," Draco answered. Harry had heard his voice enough on the islet to know it was him. "I've come to ask you to do me a little favor."

"The answer is no, Malfoy," Harry replied. "I'm exhausted, and I'm going to bed."

"If you don't come with me, I'll tell everyone about when you tried on my socks," Draco sneered.

Harry sighed. "All right, I'll come with you. But not for too long." He added, and went to walk out the door.

Draco stepped in his way. "Not now! At midnight! Meet me at-"

"I'm not meeting you anywhere," Harry stated. "If you want me to join you on another one of your stupid little 'walks', then you have to come here."

Draco glared at Harry. "Fine. But I'm always fashionably late, so you better be patient!" and with that, he slammed the door in Harry's face.

12:01 am...

Draco rapped on Harry's door again. "Come on!"

Harry got out of bed, yawning. He'd tried to get an hour of rest before the 'walk', but no such luck. "Okay, Malfoy, I'll play along with you this time."

"Hurry, hurry. We don't have all night." Draco said.

"What are we going to do this time?" Harry asked dully.

"We're going to raid a certain someone's cabin," Draco said.

"No way, we'll get caught for sure!!!" Harry protested.

Draco waved his puppy socks in Harry's face. Harry didn't know whether it was the fact that it was late at night, or the stench of the socks, but Harry's started hallucinating.

"Harrrry... Harrrry..." the puppies whispered.

"Mmm?" Harry mumbled.

"Harrrrryyy... do it for Draaaaco..."

"No," Harry said.

"But he's so worth it, Harrrryyy... he's so charming, and-"

"Draco, stop pretending to be the puppies talking,"

Draco scowled at him. "How did you know it was me?"

"Because you were using your own voice, and I saw your mouth moving,"

"Oh be quiet,"

"You're not a very good ventriloquist, are you?"

"Are you coming or not?"

"All right, all right,"

Draco waved his socks in Harry's face again. "Follooowww usssss..."

Harry rolled his eyes.

A/N: Next chapter will come, don't worry. I actually have an idea now! :D