Their tent had always been pre-set, so all the Malfoys had to do was just walk inside.

Draco looked around. There were expensive rugs covering up the ground, so that not even a little bit of it was showing. There was a medium sized table with three chairs around it, and there was a spread of food already set out on it. There were also three beds, along with a couch and several sofas.

None of this came as any surprise to the teenage boy. He and his family, after all, often went camping in forests that contained rare Potion ingredients, which Lucius would then sell to various Potions shops (including the one where Hogwarts obtained its Potion ingredients from). Draco always enjoyed those trips because Potions was one thing that both he and his father were interested in, and Lucius's eyes would always lit up with delight whenever Draco asked him a question.

The Malfoys sat down around the table and helped themselves to the food.

"Don't forget to eat some fruit, Draco," Narcissa reminded her son.

"Yes, Mother."

Draco allowed himself to take the time to fully enjoy his food, even though he also made sure to eat properly. He knew that he wouldn't be able to use "being rushed" as an excuse this time around.

As he ate, though, Draco couldn't stop thinking about the Muggle they had met outside the gate.

"Is there anything keeping that Muggle from just waking onto this field?" Draco inquired after he had chewed and swallowed a piece of strawberry. "You know that eventually someone here is going to do some magic. It's in our blood to do magic."

"No, there isn't," Lucius answered, clear disapproval in his voice.

"What is the Ministry thinking?" Draco asked in shock.

"They're probably thinking that's what the Memory Charm is for," Narcissa spoke up, her tone of voice clearly reflecting her annoyance with the Ministry.

"That wizard did say that he had already performed many Memory Charms on that Muggle," Draco commented. "That seems like an unnecessary hassle to me, though. Wouldn't it be easier and less stressful on us if we didn't have to worry about constantly modifying a Muggle's memories?"

"That's what I tried to tell Fudge," Lucius hissed. "The fool is too much of an idiot to realize that he's asking for trouble by having a Muggle here. That Muggle dared to call us the weirdos."

"I know, dear," Narcissa responded sympathetically. "And the Mudbloods and the Blood-Traitors call us the prejudice ones."

"All of them are hypocrites," Lucius grumbled. "They have a problem with us judging them, but they have no problem with judging us."

Narcissa laid a gentle hand on Lucius's arm to calm him down, seeing that he was starting to get really worked up.

"Let's talk about more pleasant things," Narcissa suggested. "It's enough that Muggle has already ruined our morning. Let's not allow the rest of our day to be ruined as well."

Lucius smiled at his wife and nodded his head in agreement.

"I'm done," Draco spoke up. "What are we going to do now? It's probably going to be a while before any of my friends show up. I doubt their parents got them up this early."

"Are you honestly still complaining about that?" Lucius drawled. "But if you need something to do so badly, you can start reading your textbooks for your upcoming year at Hogwarts."

"You bought my textbooks with you?" Draco asked in a horrified voice. "But I'm on vacation."

"I'm tired of that Hermione Granger always beating you on exams," Lucius snapped. "It is shameful when a Mudblood does better than a Pureblood. It is even more shameful when that Pureblood doesn't care."

"I do care," Draco insisted. "But it's not my fault that the professors favor Granger so much. Most of them are Mudblood lovers."

"All the more reason for you to work harder," Lucius responded in a voice that left no room for argument.

Draco looked to his mother for help.

"Your father is right, Draco," Narcissa said in a gentle but firm voice. "Your education is important, and knowledge is always power. At least look at your textbooks until your friends arrive. Then, you can go have some fun with them."

"All right," Draco agreed with a slight sigh.

Lucius pulled a small bag out of his robe. He then used his wand to summon all of Draco's textbooks out of the bag.

Draco grabbed for his Potions textbooks. Next to the Dark Arts, Potions was the most interesting subject to him.

Neither Lucius nor Narcissa seemed surprised by Draco's choice.

"The Malfoys have long been excellent Potioneers," Lucius remarked, clear approval in his voice.

"And I intend to make sure that tradition continues with me," Draco responded, obviously pleased by his father's indirect praise.

Draco then walked over to one of the sofas (as it would be more comfortable than the chair), and he began to read his book.

Lucius pulled a book of his own out of his bag.

Narcissa, meanwhile, had pulled her own bag out of her robe. Out of that bag, she pulled out a book as well.

For a while, there was no sound in the tent except for the sound of a page turning.

"I am sorry for waking you and Draco so early," Lucius eventually muttered to Narcissa, even though he made sure to keep his voice low so that he wouldn't hurt Draco's concentration. "I would not have done so if I had known that Fudge was going to be this late. He had told me that he would be here early."

"It's all right, Lucius," Narcissa replied, her voice low as well. "I got to watch the sunrise with you, and that was truly a beautiful sight. It's been way too long since we last watched a sunrise together. One morning I'm going to make Draco get up early enough to watch it as well. And as much as Draco may complain, I know that he enjoys being able to spend time like this with us."

"Maybe we should do something with him besides making him read his textbook," Lucius muttered. "I know he would like that. I can always make him study when we get back to the manor."

Lucius turned in his chair to face his son. "Draco," he called out, "would you like to play a game with us?"

Draco looked up excitingly. "What games did you bring?"

"You will have to ask your mother," Lucius replied, smiling slightly. "She's the one who packed those."

Draco closed his textbook and left it on the sofa. He then walked back over to the table and retook his chair, looking at his mother with an eager expression on his face.

Narcissa smiled at her son. She then began to pull various games out of her bag.

"I'll let you pick the first one," she said to Draco.