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Chapter Twenty-One: Magicked

Harry scowled. Malfoy always leaves before I can say anything back. Harry thought. Ignoring the state of the kitchen, Harry left as well.

"What happened in there?" Hermione asked worriedly, looking at Harry.

Harry sat down. "Don't ask."

"We heard all this screaming and yelling," Ron added. "And... was something burning in there?"

Harry nodded. "A dishcloth got cooked, because somebody-"He shot a look to Draco. "Threw it on the stove."

Ron started choking. "And – and it got cooked into the food???"

"No, it just caught fire," Harry said. "Then Mitch came and got mad, and told us to clean up the mess."

"And did you?" asked Hermione.

"No, it'd take forever," Harry said. His stomach growled. "Is there any food left?"

They shook their heads disappointedly. "Sorry."

Harry clutched his empty stomach. Why does everything happen to...? But he fell asleep before he could finish his thought.

Hermione shook him awake. "I told you you should should've taken a nap,"

"Ania – er, Hermione," Harry stuttered. "I was taking a nap, but you woke me up."

"Well, you can't take a nap here," she explained. "You'd look like an eighty year old."

Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they do fall asleep all the time, don't they?"

Harry didn't say anything. Looking sixty-four years older didn't sound too bad if it meant a few minutes of sleep.

The evening activity seemed to go on forever. Harry kept checking the clock to see if bedtime had arrived yet. After it was finally over, Harry got to sleep.

"Here, you can sleep with my ketchup pillow if you want," Ron offered.

"No thank you," Harry replied, trying to be as nice as possible. He didn't want to die in his sleep from the ketchup fumes.

"If you weren't so beat, I'd ask you to come along with us," Drake said casually.

Harry looked at him with confusion. "Come along with you where?"

Ron and Drake winked at each other. "Nowhere," Drake replied.

Harry would of tried to think of where they planned on going if his brain didn't hurt so much. "I'll see you in the morning, then." He said, rolling over.

"Oh, we won't be the only things you'll see in the morning," Drake said. He and Ron gave each other knowing looks and started giggling.

Awakening the next morning, Harry was back to his old self. It no longer hurt to use his brain now. So the first thing he thought of was what Drake had said last night.

'... We won't be the only things you'll see in the morning,' Harry replayed in his mind. Quickly getting out of bed and putting on some fresh clothes, he looked around the room. Ron and Drake had left already, and were probably in the mess hall. But nothing out of the ordinary was in the cabin.

Harry opened the door, and took a peek outside. Grass, trees, cabins, a few people. Same as always. What did they do? Harry wondered.

Deciding that he'd have to ask Drake about what he said, Harry walked to the mess hall. As he was about to open the door, Draco shoved his way in front of him.

"Oops, did I step on your foot?" Draco sneered. His friends laughed. When they entered the building, Harry thought everyone inside was laughing at him too.

Draco's smirk disappeared from his face once he realized what everyone was really laughing at.

A/N: Oh no, what happened? You'll find out next chapter, because this one is over! And I left you all at a cliffhanger! Ha ha ha!

...Just kidding. I'll spare you.

Taped to the ceiling, in full view of everyone everywhere, were four sets of boys' undergarments.

Larry's jaw dropped as he recognized his. "Uh..."

Draco pulled himself together. "Those aren't ours," he lied, loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Then why does that one pair of tightie whities have pictures of puppies on it?" Ron asked, grinning.

"And that undershirt too!" Drake chimed in.

"Those – those aren't mine, if that's what you're thinking," Draco said hastily.

"Suuuuure," Ron and Drake said together.

As Draco, Larry, and their gang tried to think of something to say, Pansy dashed up to the suspended undies and grabbed the puppy-printed pair. Making a very high-pitched squeaking noise, she ran out the door to build a shrine.

Harry was staring at everything in disbelief. Did Ron and Drake do this? Is this what they were winking at each other about last night? Harry forgot about all of his troubles and laughed.

"Aren't you going to go get your shorts back?" Larry asked Draco.

"No, don't worry. She always gives them back eventually," Draco replied.

Sitting down with Hermione, Ron, and Drake, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out but laughter.

"I can't believe you two did such a thing!" Hermione laughed.

Drake grinned. "That was for tricking Harry."

"Why'd you keep it a secret?" Harry wanted to know.

He shrugged. "Wanted it to be a surprise."

Harry laughed appreciatively. "It sure was."

Meanwhile, Draco and the three other boys he was with sat down at a table, ignoring the fact that people were still snickering.

"I said, those aren't ours!" Draco growled, turning to look at everybody in the room.

"We can't just leave them up there," Larry whispered, gesturing to his underwear.

"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Draco hissed. "We can't just walk up and snatch them back down. That'd be admitting that they're ours!"

"Uh, I think everyone already knows they're ours," one of the boys, named John, said. He was the one who looked a lot like Ron. "The puppy pictures on yours gave it away."

"Well, Pansy took those," Draco huffed. "And you can pull your own panties down from the ceiling for all I care."

Larry and John glanced at each other. "Meow,"

Back at Hermione, Drake, Ron, and Harry's table, the underwear incident had grown old and they were talking about leaving camp.

"Those undies are still there!" Ron laughed.

Well, Ron hadn't completely dropped the subject.

As usual, Kate walked to the center of the room to do her morning announcements. "As you are all aware of, today is the last day of camp. I hoped you all enjoyed yourselves. As a little going-away present, you all get to take home Camp Magick t-shirts."

A few kids cheered.

"But, everything has to come to an end. I hope you all enjoyed camp, and come back next year." Kate finished.

For the morning activity they got to decorate the t-shirts. What fun. Lunch was pizza, chips, soda, cake, and a whole bunch of other yummy muggle food.

"Ugh, I'm going to have to live on the treadmill this weekend," groaned an over-weight, nameless girl. (A/N: Inside joke – you know who you are!)

Finally, everyone was ordered into groups to wait for the train.

Hermione was crying. "It's over!"

"Are those tears of joy or sorrow?" Ron asked cheekily.

"Well, it was nice hanging out with you guys," Drake said.

"You too," Harry replied. Hopping onto their train with Hermione and Ron, they waved good-bye.

Ron tried on his horribly maimed t-shirt. "I'm a good decorator, aren't I?"

Hermione and Harry nodded to not hurt his feelings.

"Why, that sorry shirt looks better than anything you own!" Draco called from a few seats down.

"You're just mad because your shirt didn't come with puppies on it," Harry called back.

Draco pretended not to hear him.

"You know," Hermione said to Ron. "You can't wear that at the train station. The muggles will get suspicious."

Harry didn't see why Hermione cared. Ron had coloured, painted, cut, sewn, stitched, glued, torn, and drastically altered his t-shirt that the words, 'I got Magicked' were barely readable.

Hermione glanced down at her own shirt that she was holding in her lap. She had painted pretty flowers on hers, and changed the phrase 'I got Magicked' to 'I became Magicked'.

Harry hadn't done anything to his except doodled a snitch onto the back. Other than that, the shirt remained white and the letters stayed dark blue.

Guess what Draco had drawn on his.

When the train halted to a stop, everyone got off.

"See you at school, Harry!" Hermione and Ron called.

"See you at school!" Harry replied, following Uncle Vernon to the car. Tucking away his t-shirt, he wondered how long it'd take for Ron to stain his shirt with ketchup. Not that it'd show up on all of the paint Ron had splashed onto his shirt.

Feeling like he really had got/became magicked, he opened the car door and got in.

The End

A/N: Yeah, sucky ending, I know. I hoped you enjoyed Camp Magick yourself! lol, Hermione corrected to grammar on the shirt. So like her. I'm guessing that you could, in fact, guess what Draco drew on his shirt. Puppies. Duh :D. Thank you everyone who reviewed! Just because I'm bored, I'm going to name all of my wonderful reviewers.

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