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When Harry and Ron returned Malfoy's clothes, he stalked off to his tent to bed. He undressed and slipped into bed (he preferred to sleep in the nude).

He searched his bag for something, found what he was looking for, and lay back on his pillow.

Draco clutched Beau Beau tightly, "I had a bad day Beau Beau," he told his bear, "Stupid Weasel and Pothead stole my clothes. I want to go home,"

"Malfoy…is that a teddy?" Hermione asked, startled.

"No!" Draco said, stuffing the bear out of sight.

"A-are you naked?"

"No!"

Hermione frowned, her forehead creasing, "well, we're all by the fire, you want to join us? We're roasting marshmallows."

"Keep your Mudblood habits Granger!"

She shrugged, "fine, then you keep yours," she nodded pointedly to the teddy, whose furry paw was still visible over the sleeping bag.

Hermione gazed over at Ron through the flames of the fire. It had taken Harry five minutes to receive a spark, and Hermione was convinced that he was sitting too close to it.

Draco appeared (thankfully dressed) from his tent, grumbling and complaining. Hermione offered him a bag of marshmallows which he grabbed from her.

"I still say marshmallows are better than gummy bears," Ron was saying, "they're more filling."

"They have to be," Malfoy remarked, "on account of one occupies a vast majority of your head."

Hermione smirked at the thought of Ron's brain being a giant marshmallow.

There was a 'pop!' and Malfoy fell off his log as his marshmallow exploded, covering him with the white goo.

"Lucky your arse is as gooey as a marshmallow, that would have hurt," Ron laughed.

Draco grabbed Hermione's stick with a flaming marshmallow on the end, and flung it at Ron. It missed and hit Harry on the side of the head. His glasses flew off and the gooey marshmallow caught in his black hair, setting his head on fire.

"Aghhhhhh!" Harry jumped to his feet, rushing around in attempt to put out the fire. He rushed around the tents, not able to see where he was going.

"HARRY!" Hermione yelled as he tripped on a tent peg, falling over onto his face. The tent caught fire, burning slowly at first, and then erupting into a bright orange flame.

Ron flung his cooling hot chocolate over Harry's head and his hair gave a 'hiss' before smoldering slightly.

Harry searched for his glasses, finding them by the fire. One of the lenses had fallen out and he searched all around for them. There was a 'crunch', and he squinted at what he had trodden on. The lens had broken into five pieces.

The fire had spread from Malfoy's tent to Ron's but was slowly dying down.

"My hair!" Harry screamed, "My hair!"

The fire had burned off all of the left side of his hair except for a patch that was sticky with marshmallow; the few remaining hairs were still smoking and singed.

They glared at Malfoy who still clasped the marshmallows.

"I have no bloody tent!" Ron cried, rushing at Malfoy. The other two grabbed his shirt, dragging him back.

"Maybe you should share a tent with Ron, Harry," Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded his half bald head.

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I am not sharing a tent with you, let alone a bed with you!" Malfoy yelled at Hermione.

"Well you can sleep outside than," she snapped, "the insects love people who sleep naked."

"I do not sleep naked!"

"Well whatever, you can sleep in here with me, or out with them it makes no difference to me!"

Scowling, Malfoy brought what remained of his luggage (a silver pen and what looked suspiciously like a stuffed bear paw) into Hermione's tent.

She gave him a pillow and opened the sleeping bag out full, "We'll just have to share."

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Ron brought what remained of his luggage (a gold picture frame and what looked suspiciously like a stuffed bear ear) into Harry's tent.

Harry tossed him a spare pillow and opened his sleeping bag, "I hope Hermione and Malfoy don't have to share."

Ron paused thoughtfully, "you know your hair could look alright if we shaved most of the other side off,"

"What," Cried the younger boy, "why?"

"You can have a Mohawk."

"Ron," Harry sighed, "everyone knows that Australia is the only country in the world that thinks Mohawks are cool."

"I don't like Australians," Ron said.

"Racist?"

"No, they call jandals 'thongs'."

"What?"

"Never mind."

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"Alright Mudblood, this is my side and that is your side."

"My side?" Hermione said incredulously, "The whole tent is my side!"

Malfoy turned over and jammed his eyes shut.

Draco was frolicking in a field of daisies, hundreds of women in bikinis were waiting by a gold throne with grapes, beckoning him to them. He ran towards them, sitting in the throne, eating the grapes they offered him. He drank the wine and then the daisies turned into a huge swimming pool.

There were more girls there, all waiting for him. He was in the water; it was cold and pleasant against him. Suddenly there was a horrid smell and-

Draco woke up, he really was wet. "Aw damn it!"

Hermione woke up suddenly, "what the hell is that smell?"

They both pushed the sleeping bag back. Draco was surrounded by a puddle of urine.

"Sh-

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