Chapter Nineteen: Midnight Raid
"Who's cabin are we going to raid?" Harry asked.
"You'll see," Draco said. He walked into the girls' area.
Harry looked at all of the cabins, wondering which one Draco had in mind. Surprisingly, he continued walking until it was so dark Harry couldn't see a hand in front of his face.
Or a tree. "Yowch!" Harry yelped as he slammed into a lone tree.
"Watch where you're going!" Draco hissed.
"I can't see a thing," Harry said.
"I know where I'm going, just follow me," Draco sniggered.
This was easier than Harry expected. Draco's shiny blonde head stood out against the blackness of everything else like a flashlight.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking, Harry spoke up again. "Where are we going?!"
But the walking flashlight didn't answer. Instead, he stopped, and Harry bumped into him.
"Take this," Draco instructed, handing Harry a few rolls of toilet paper. "You TP the outside, and I'll silly string the inside."
"Why do you get the silly string?" Harry complained. "And, who are we raiding anyways?"
"Bunch of girls," Draco said, laughing. "And if you don't do as I say, I'll tell on you!"
Harry sighed. "Ooooh, I'm shaking."
"Get to work," Draco ordered, stepping inside the cabin. Harry reluctantly threw TP all over the front of the cabin.
He squinted at the numbers on the cabin. It was too dark to see. All he could see was a little blonde ball whizzing around inside. Harry let out a giggle.
Just then, a ray of moonlight dramatically cast itself upon the numbers of the cabin. But by the time Harry recognized the numbers, it was too late.
"AAAAHH! A FLOATING HEAD!!!!!" Harry heard Ron scream from inside the cabin.
Draco dashed outside, laughing hysterically. "Suckers!" he jeered, running away.
It dawned on Harry that he had just raided his own cabin. He ran inside, to find it covered in rainbow coloured silly string.
"HARRY!" Ron shouted. "You just missed it! There was this glowing head, floating around the room and –"
"It was Malfoy," Harry confessed. "He tricked me into raiding my own cabin."
"He WHAT?!" Drake yelled. He looked around the room. "How are we going to clean this up??? Kate told us we had to have our cabins cleaned in advance!"
"I'm so sorry," Harry apologized, feeling like crap. "I'm so stupid."
"We have to tell Kate!" Neville said.
"We can't," Drake said. "If we did, we'd be getting Harry into trouble as well."
"What are we supposed to do?" Ron asked.
"We're going to have to stay up and clean all of this up," Drake replied.
"I'll do it, it was my fault," Harry said dolefully.
"You can't possibly clean all of this," Drake said. "We'll help."
"No, you guys go back to sleep, I'll do it," Harry insisted.
"If you say so," Ron said, falling asleep.
Harry's face fell. He had expected everyone to insist that they do it, and then he could just rest. He picked up the wastebasket, and started shoveling silly string into it. Does he just bring gallons of silly string everywhere he goes??? Harry thought. What kind of loser packs silly string and toilet paper? This must of cost a fortune... he really sprayed a lot.
When Harry had finished cleaning the inside and outside of his cabin, the sky had grown light and the skin under his eyes had grown dark. Relieved to be done, he flopped onto his bed, still fully clothed.
The morning trumpet played its fanfare, and Harry heard Ron fall off the top bunk.
"Morning," Harry slurred, looking at Ron on the floor.
"Morning!" Ron said. He got dressed and ran out the door. Harry's head fell back down on the pillow...
Drake got out of bed next, and shoved a pillow in his face. "Wake up, sleepyhead!"
"I'm up," Harry grumbled, heaving himself out of bed. But the floor wasn't there. Instead, it was a sea of bushy brown hair.
Hermione popped into the room. Gesturing to her bald head, she said, "Like my new haircut?"
"What???" Harry asked in disbelief.
"I'm so stuuuuupiiid!" Hermione sang. She and Drake began to square dance upon the masses of hair.
...Harry woke up, and fell out of bed. It had been a dream. He looked at the floor. No hair. Standing up, he put on some fresh clothes, and staggered out the door.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Like my new haircut?" Hermione asked.
Harry screamed, and turned around. Hermione's hair had simply been trimmed. He pinched himself. "Oh... Her... Hermione..."
"Lavender said I had a lot of split ends, and offered to trim them off," Hermione said. "Don't you like it?"
Harry calmed down. "Yeah, it looks great," he replied.
"Let's go have breakfast," Hermione said, and they walked to the mess hall. She glanced at Harry. "Did you not sleep well?"
"I barely slept at all," Harry said.
"Well, maybe you can sneak a few hours rest at free time," Hermione suggested.
He yawned. "Maybe."
"I hope you didn't fall asleep during your kitchen duty," she commented.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "I completely forgot!"
"Well, hurry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Maybe your not that late!"
Harry ran as fast as he could to the mess hall kitchen. His reward for running so fast was a tea towel thrown in his face.
"Where were you?!" a girl demanded.
Harry saw Draco snickering in the corner.
"Nowhere," Harry stuttered.
"Thanks a lot, we had to work without you!" she scolded.
Harry was too tired to care. "Yeah..."
After she stomped off, Draco sauntered up to him. "You know, I don't know if breakfast will taste better because you skipped kitchen duty, or because I was the reason you skipped kitchen duty."
"Shut up," Harry said, sitting down at a table.
"Do we know you?" the people at the table asked.
Harry got up again, and took another shot at finding Ron and Hermione's table.
And another.
Why can't I find them? Harry asked himself.
He saw Ron and Hermione walk in through the door.
"Oh," he said. He went over to them and plopped down on a chair.
"You don't look very good, mate," Ron said.
"Do you want to go back to your cabin and rest?" Hermione asked. "I'll save you some breakfast."
"No, it's okay," Harry said.
"You sure?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," Harry told them.
"All right," Hermione said.
Once again, Harry's reverse psychology had failed.
"Good morning, campers!" Kate called, walking to the middle of the room. "Just reminding you that tomorrow is your last day here, and that you should pack up as many belongings as you can. The train can only wait so long. Tomorrow, you will have breakfast, pack up the remainder of your things, tidy up your cabin, and wait for the train in groups of ten. That is all."
Ron looked at Hermione, and put on a mock-surprise face. "What's this? Hermione's not taking notes?"
Hermione smiled. "Well, camp is almost over. I should enjoy myself."
"Amen," said Harry.
Ron's eyes widened. "Oh! Hermione! You'll never guess what happened this morning! There was this glowing head floating around in our cabin, and you'll never guess what it was doing!"
Harry let his forehead bang on the table.
A/N: lol... floating head. But it would be funny, no? To wake up and see a beautiful blonde head silly stringing your cabin? Well, it is pretty shiny. I bet you could see yourself if you looked at the back of Draco's head. lol. This is not the last chapter.