"No," Harry says sadly, shovelling broccoli into his mouth, "that weekend doesn't work. I have this stupid conference thing to go to."

"If it's so stupid, then why not skip it?" Ron asks, attacking his mashed potatoes.

"If I don't go, I'll lose my job."

Tony looks up in outrage. "But you're Harry Potter! They can't fire you, can they?"

Harry laughs. "Yeah, actually, they can. Sucks to be me, eh?"

I sigh. It always sucks to be Harry Potter, I want to say, but I bite my tongue.

"We need to set a date for this camping trip," Draco says again, for the third time, I believe.

More mumbling is heard around the table.

"What about this weekend?" I ask.

They all look up at me as though I've gone mad. Which I sort of have.

"Okay," Luna says brightly. I beam at her.

"Yeah, that works, I guess," Blaise chimes in, taking a sip of wine.

"It works for me," Ginny adds.

"Then it's settled," I announce, laying my fork and knife down. "Meet at our house on Friday and we'll have a weekend of fun!"

Tony starts to laugh, as does Draco. And before any of us know it, we're all sitting around our tuna casserole, laughing our bloody heads of at everything and nothing.

Tony stops laughing long enough to lean over to me and ask me the vital question.

"Can Kris still come?"

I nod, still giggling, and he smiles. Strangely enough, it reminds me of Draco's smile.

Tony is interrogating us as we drive to the reserved campsite early the next morning. He says it's because he wants to know about the family, but even I never knew some of the things about my parents that I'm telling him.

"So, what is so ironic about you two?" he asks, leaning forward in between the two front seats.

"Have you ever read 'Romeo and Juliet'?" Draco asks, his eyes intent on the road ahead.

"Have you?" I ask, surprised that Draco would have read a tragedy by Shakespeare.

"I saw the movie," he mumbles, keeping his eyes on the road as his cheeks begin to burn.

"The one with –?"

"Leo, yes," he snaps, and Tony snorts with laughter.

"That was such a cheesy movie!" I exclaim. "Why would you watch it?"

"My mother said it reminded her of our relationship," he replies, and Tony's eyes widen excitedly.

"Why?"

I sigh as I reply. "Draco was 'my only love sprung from my only hate'."

"And vice versa," Draco adds, passing a semi.

"How?"

"Well," Draco begins, "I was raised to hate muggle-borns, and I did, until I fell smitten with Hermione."

I know I'm blushing, but that's okay.

"I'm muggle-born," I continue, "and hated this git for three years until –"

"You hit me," Draco cuts in, and he's smiling.

"It felt good," I declare, and Tony laughs.

"It felt good when I called you a mudblood," Draco says, grinning.

"You didn't!" Tony exclaims, and he looks very upset.

"Everyday," I reply, and I can tell that Tony is shocked that I'm smiling.

"So how did you two get together?"

"Secretly," I reply, grinning mischievously. "Every Tuesday night I would tell my friends that I was going to the library. They never wanted to come, so it was safe for me to head down to one of the abandoned dungeons."

"But you were Head Girl!" Tony shouts, obviously taken aback.

"I also had a best friend with an invisibility cloak," I retort, winking.

Tony is knocked for six, and Draco is shaking in the driver's seat with laughter.

"And then?" Tony prompts.

"And then every night, this git," I say, pointing to Draco, now wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes, "would be there waiting for me, and we – er – got to know each other better."

"You mean to tell me, you would have s—"

"NO!"

I know I'm red now, and Draco's laughing isn't helping any.

"Then what –?"

"Look, that's the office to check in," I interrupt. "And end of discussion. You might be adopted, but you're still my son, and there are some things I'm sure you would rather not know."

"I agree," Draco states. "Now let's camp!"