Authors Note: heh heh... Hi? Sorry about such the long wait.... I'll really try to up date faster... but I've had some original stories that have been more important to me right now... You guy's still love me thought... right?

With out further ado, I give:

Camp (also known as: author can't make up a good chapter title)

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Harry groaned, finally he stirred awake. He pinned is assailant under him.

Hermione struggled to get free, but he wouldn't let her move. They stayed there for a few minutes. No one moved, and no one said anything. Eventually Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "Um, Harry. Can you let me go now?"

"Oh right. Sorry Hermione," Harry got off of her and sat on his bed not facing her.

"We're going out today, all of us. Maya has a little trip planed for us," Hermione smiled sweetly at him. But he wasn't looking at her, his back was to her. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she wondered if he was wearing anything at all. He was wrapped up in a comforter. Hermione shook her head at the thought. Noticing she wasn't getting anywhere Hermione went to wake up Ron.

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"This is your big plan?" Draven asked Maya. "Fishing?"

"Hey, I can't be wild and crazy all the time," Maya defended herself.

"Yes you can, you're my sister, we're from the same blood," Draven informed her.

"Hardy har har," Maya sneered. "Well mister hot shot, I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas!"

"I could have, if you asked me," Draven sneered.

"Suuuuure," Maya said sarcastically.

"Enough you two," Hermione scolded. "This will be fun," she said taking Maya's side of the argument.

"Fine," Draven complied. "What better way can a Goth spend his summer vacation, then out in the sun, without any hot chicks," Draven complained.

Hermione and Maya glared at him.

"Ok, chicks who aren't related," he rephrased.

"Much better," Maya smiled.

Maya and Hermione packed there little boat they rented, while the guy's stood there silently. Harry starred at the ground, Ron watched the girls, and Draven looked menacingly between the two boys.

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"This is your big plan?" Draven asked Maya. "Fishing?"

"Hey, I can't be wild and crazy all the time," Maya defended herself.

"Yes you can, you're my sister, we're from the same blood," Draven informed her.

"Hardy har har," Maya sneered. "Well mister hot shot, I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas!"

"I could have, if you asked me," Draven sneered.

"Suuuuure," Maya said sarcastically.

"Enough you two," Hermione scolded. "This will be fun," she said taking Maya's side of the argument.

"Fine," Draven complied. "What better way can a Goth spend his summer vacation, then out in the sun, with out any hot chicks," Draven complained.

Hermione and Maya glared at him.

"Ok, chicks who aren't related," he rephrased.

"Much better," Maya smiled.

Maya and Hermione packed there little boat they rented, while the guy's stood there silently. Harry starred at the ground, Ron watched the girls, and Draven looked menacingly between the two boy's.

"What's the matter with you all?" Maya asked eyeing them suspiciously as they paddled out into the lake. Maya and Draven's parents owned a little cabin on the lake. It was Maya's idea to head off to the cabin for a little adventure.

"Nothing," Draven said scornfully, sitting uncomfortably.

"Then pull the pickle out of your ass," Maya hissed at her brother.

"You," he shot back in disdain.

Maya and Hermione paddled on ruthlessly. Occasionally Maya would try and make Ron and or Harry say, "You and your stupid fucking rope," over and over again. Not ever giving them a reason for the repetition of the same bloodly line. It may have been because they watch the movie Boondock Saints the night before, and they are the only males she knew of with an accent. Although Hermione tried to remind her that the guys on the movie were Irish, not British, therefore it does not have the same effect.

They arrived there at about noon, having been up and down the lake fishing here and there. It had been very uneventful, mostly filled with Draven's constant ranting about the sun and it's harmful rays.

"It's not my fault I tan so easily," Draven commented having not moved the entire trip he looked almost gleeful as Maya tied the boat to the dock.

Harry observed the environment. A small log cabin was overwhelmed by a forest of tall pine trees, no sand surrounded the mini Island, just large rocks that formed natural docks into the inky black liquid. "That says a lot about your complexion," Harry pointed out dully. "It looks as though you haven't seen the sun in years."

"I despise the sun," Draven said simply.

"Why?" Ron asked as the group headed up to the cabin.

"It hurts my eyes," Draven shrugged effortlessly.

"That's your only reason?" Harry inspected.

"Yeah," Draven said threateningly.

"Sorry," Ron backed off grumpily.

The cabin was a comfortable old place, four rooms, a kitchen meshed with a living room, and a storage room. The out house was down a path at the back of the cabin. Hermione made her way across the kitchen and put their fishing things down on the dusty grey counter. There was no table, or any furnishings for that matter, in any part of the house. Random mismatched sleeping bags and pillows covered one side of the living room corner just under a big window that looked over the lake.

A small hallway lead out of the kitchen into the four other rooms, the floors had no carpet, just particle board. No walls were painted, nor were there any sort of decorating being done. No curtains hung in the windows, nor were there lights, or doors on rooms.

"This place looks worse then I remember," Draven said examining a piece of insulation sticking out of the wall.

"Shut up," Maya smacked him on the back of the head.

Slowly the day went by, they fished, swam and did other semi-normal teenage stuff. Draven thought he never could be happier when it was time to leave.

"Let's stay the night Maya," Hermione begged her cousin. "You guys have extra clothes here already."

Maya looked concerned. "But they are old clothes, what if they don't fit?"

Hermione and Maya were sitting on one of the cool rocks that sprang out of the lake. "Come on, whose going to see us out here?" Hermione asked.

"There are other cabins on here, anyone could come over 'Mione," Maya countered.

"Come on, everyone is having a good time. I swear Draven almost died of laughter when he surprised Ron with the water gun," Hermione smiled at the memory.

"You're right, maybe a few more days of this and Draven will wear colour," Maya giggled.

"Don't count on it," Draven said taking a seat beside them.

"Hey Draven," Hermione beamed. "Can we stay? PLEASE!!!"

Draven almost looked like he thought about this, but a sharp, "No," was her reply.

"Why not?" Maya queried.

"Because I don't want to stay in this filth," Draven answered indifferently.

"We are staying," Maya scolded him.

Draven stalked off swiftly to pout.

"Thanks Maya," Hermione hugged her cousin.

"Don't thank me," Maya smirked. "I was just too lazy to load everything back up and paddle back."

The girls sat in silence and watched the water roll in, splashing softly against the rocks. There was a crash in the kitchen and they both turned towards the cabin.

"What was that?" Maya asked.

"I don't know," Hermione answered.

Harry and Ron came running down a path, both with odd excretions on their faces. They came to an abrupt halt when they reached the girls.

"It's for you 'Mione," Ron handed the green envelope to Hermione.

"What is it?" she asked, taking it, and ripping off the top.

"I don't know, pig brought it," Ron said.

"Pig?" Hermione's brow furrowed.

"Miss Hermione Granger," the letter zipped out of it's envelope and began to speak. "You are invited to Vivicula, North America's underground club for teen wizards and witches. If you wish to attend, there is a gathering tomorrow night, at Ajax Ontario, in the abandoned warehouse. Please make it a point to fill in the form in the envelope and list the exact number of guests you would like to bring. Please note that their will be no muggles allowed, and any violation of this rule will threaten the entire group. Thank you, and hope to see you there," the voice disappeared and the letter floated to the ground.

"What the hell was that?" Maya asked in amazement.

"A high tech telegram?" Hermione suggested hopefully.

"Oh," Maya shrugged it off. "What's a muggle?"

"A non-mag-" Ron started.

"Umm, a relative," Hermione lied again.

"A relative?" Maya asked. "Why would that threaten anyone? And what was all that about witches and stuff?"

"A prank?" Hermione offered. "Probably some kid from school trying to be funny," Hermione laughed falsely.

"You said your owl delivered that Ron?" Maya asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Their like carrier pigeons," he laughed along with Hermione nervously.

"Let's go to sleep," Hermione said. "I'm tired."

"Yeah," Harry said. "Me too."

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Hermione awoke, stiff from the hard wood floors. Her back ached as she redressed herself in yesterdays clothes. The letter slipped out of her pocket and landed on the floor.

"Hmm," she said to herself. She filled out the form, and placed her number of guests as two. She tiptoed out of her room and gave to form to the hyper owl and watched it buzz away with great zeal.

"What are you doing up so early Hermione?" Harry asked coming up from behind her.

Hermione jumped at the sudden voice. "I just filled out that form, are you guy's going to come with me?" Hermione asked.

"You what!?" Harry gasped.

"I sent the form," Hermione said more slowly, so perhaps he could hear her more clearly.

"You don't even know who sent it," Harry ranted.

Hermione rolled her eye's at him. "Come on Harry, even if it was a trap, you could kick anyone's ass."

Harry smiled at this. Most likely proud at the fact Hermione said he could beat up anyone. Although the only one he wanted to beat up was her boyfriend.

"So you'll come with me?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Yeah I'll come," Harry sighed. "Someone has to protect you."

Hermione punched him in the arm, and walked away.

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"I want food," Draven stated bluntly around mid day- which was the time he finally got up.

Maya and Hermione were sitting by the lake watching the water peacefully.

"Go make something yourself you lazy twat sniffer," Maya yelled at him.

Hermione giggled.

Draven glared at the pair. "When are we going home?"

"When I say so," Maya snapped.

"Will that be any time soon?" Draven asked sharply.

Ron crept up behind Draven.

"NO!" Maya yelled at him.

"Fine!" Draven hissed.

Ron pushed Draven into the water. "Wasn't bothering you ladies was he?"

"YOU BRITISH BASTARD!" Draven cursed form the water.

Hermione grinned. "Run Ron, but remember, this is an Island, so he's going to catch you some time."

Ron high tailed it through the tree's and a very angry Draven stomped after him.

"I'm gonna kill 'em," Draven muttered over and over again.

Hermione laughed lightly.

"We should start packing up now, before Draven decides to kill your guests," Maya informed her.

Hermione nodded.

"Besides I hear your going out tonight," Maya said.

"Oh yeah," Hermione recalled. "There's that party."

"No problem."

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The gang loaded up everything and headed back home. Hermione stared out the window the entire trip.