All's Well in Good Old, Muggle-Style Summer Camp.

Chapter 6

"Who?!" Harry and Hermione shouted together, jumping up from the ground.

Ron grinned. "Guess," he commanded evilly. "It's someone pretty...a particular former favorite of Harry's."

"Oh no," Harry breathed with sudden revelation. "Not-not Cho?"

Ron nodded slowly with the same evil look on his face. "And the best news hasn't even come yet," he snickered wickedly.

"What?" Hermione persisted with interest.

"Luna was talking to her and"- he laughed evilly again. "She is so stupid! She told Luna where the Slytherin hide-out is!"

Hermione let out her breath. "You're still going on with that, then? Hide-outs? Really, she probably only told Luna because she didn't care."

Ron was offended. "Well maybe you just can't come on the mission." He folded his arms defiantly.

"Mission? What Mission?" Harry and Hermione chorused.

"The mission. We're attacking the Slytherin base. Maybe Harry and I will go and you'll just stay here reading dumb old books." He scowled. "You're coming, right, Harry?"

Harry sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, of course," he hated it when his friends fought.

They lugged off to bed. Ron insisted they get a good night's sleep for tomorrow. Since the next day was a Monday, they had to wait until after classes, because Ron was very excited and couldn't wait until next week-end.

Harry felt odd. Was Malfoy really going out with Cho? She didn't seem his type at all. Not that Harry really new Malfoy's type. Okay, he wasn't her type. These thoughts annoyed him to sleep. Well at least he got some. Ron was so excited he didn't fall asleep until 2:00 AM.

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The next day, Harry had never seen Ron eat so fast. He talked to no one. Just ate. The only word he uttered was a quick, "Hurry up--we need to get the day over with!" So Harry and Hermione (who had decided to go on the "mission" with them because she didn't want to hurt Ron) ate their breakfasts quicker. Ginny wasn't talking very much. She didn't seem very hungry either, and she kept looking over at the Ravenclaw table nervously.

"That bugger Malfoy is sitting with the Ravenclaws again," Ron murmured, seemingly having tracked Ginny's gaze.

"Oh, shut up, Ron," said Ginny softly. Soon they were done with their food, and they were off to classes.

Snape made them do laps around the lake, and Ron kept shifting his eyes over at Draco (who was complaining about getting his hair wet) suspiciously.

At lunch, Ron devised a code. Hermione went along with this begrudgingly, and Harry went along with it while desperately and failingly trying to keep a strait face. Ron's example code for Harry and Hermione was written on a piece of paper. They sat at the lunch table, discussing the code. The example paper said:

Hi, my name is Ronald Weasley

Him yna mei sro nal dwe asl ey.

imH ayn ime osr lna ewd las .ye

This was obviously rather confusing. Neither of the two knew when Ron was planning to use this code, but they didn't say anything.

Ron took a deep breath. "I've made code names for us as well. I'm Hottie, Harry is Gordy and Hermione is Frizzle."

Hermione gaped. "Frizzle?! I demand a re-name!" she pounded the table spiritedly.

"Gordy?!" Harry was appalled. "What compelled you to name me Gordy?!" he whimpered feebly.

"Hottie?!" Harry and Hermione gasped together.

"I think they're good code names," Ron said in a would-be-casual way, shrugging. So they decided to keep them, they'd only be code names, after all.

After lunch they had exercise with the Ravenclaws. Terry and Ginny must have been arguing, because they weren't talking to each other.

Finally, the afternoon came. Ron said they should probably wait until it was dark out to start the invasion, so in the meantime, he told them his plan.

For starters, the Slytherin hideout was a root cellar across the lake. After dinner, when all the crowds were mingling, they would tag along to Draco. So they would not be seen, they would swim across the lake and wait underwater until Draco was in the root cellar. Then they would burst in--and take Draco captive! Ron cackled as he explained this. Harry was not sure what they would do with a captive Draco, but he decided it could still be fun. The look on Malfoy's face would be priceless.

Dinner was quiet and apprehensive. Ron kept staring at Draco as though he was going to pull a machine gun on the trio at any moment. Ron hummed odd tunes as he happily ate his Shepard's Pie. After what seemed like hours, everyone in the cafeteria was scrambling out of the small door, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to hold hands so they would not get separated in the crowd. Ron tailed Malfoy, and soon they were following him out to the lake. They took off their top layer of clothes to their swim suits. The night was inky-blue and the moon shone brightly through the misty clouds that covered it. There was a soft breeze that ruffled through their hair pleasantly, and the stars reflected on the lake beautifully. Ron swished his head side to side enthusiastically, checking that no one was looking, and jumped dramatically into the lake softly. Harry and Hermione followed. As Harry watched the comical way Ron swam to the other side, he was reminded of Mission Impossible. He snorted with laughter, sending bubbles to the surface. As though Harry had just yelled, "Hey Malfoy! We're over here!" Ron turned abruptly around and gave Harry a stern look. It hurt to keep his eyes open, but he did anyway so he could see where he was going.

He was aching all over by the time they reached the other side. They watched nervously as Draco and his friends disappeared through the cellar door. Ron gave a thumbs up, and the three submerged.

"Okay, ready?" Ron whispered after gasping viciously for breath, and shaking water off himself. His hands were in the classic gun-shape and his leg was raised dangerously, ready to pound the door open.

"Gordy is ready when Hottie is," Harry sighed in third person, bracing himself.

"So is Frizzle," Hermione added bravely.

"Okay. One, two...THREE!" Ron kicked to door open and yelled. "Freeze!" to the Slytherins. At first they were stunned, and then they burst out laughing.

"Go away, Weasel, no one wants you here," Draco laughed.

Ron's ears turned red with fury. He twisted his face into a confident smile. "I know your secret," he said mysteriously.

"What secret?" asked Draco in mock-nervousness, though there was a true note of panic in his voice.

"You wear muggle-woman cover-up foundation!" he cried wildly.

"What? How? You know?" Draco replied, horrified.

"I do now!" Ron cackled. Draco's face went pink.

"It's not true!" he insisted at laughing Slytherins. "I was joking!" but his red, sweating face gave him away.

"But seriously," Ron continued professionally. "I know your secret."

"What secret?!" spat Draco venomously.

"I know who you're going out with," Ron's face split into a manic smile.

"Then who am I going out with?" Malfoy questioned. His face was ten times more red and sweaty than it had been. He seemed to be in a state of panic.

Why is he over-reacting so much? Harry wondered. It's only Cho.

Ron's smiled widened. "Cho Chang."

Draco's face suddenly relaxed. He began to laugh. "God, Weasley. Don't ever even try to play sleuth again--you're awful at it. Why would I go out with Chang?"

Ron grimaced. "Then why were you sitting with her before? And why did you go to the party with her?"

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. He was staring, his expression filled with mingled petrifaction and surprise at the door.

"Because he was looking for Terry Boot," explained a voice from behind them.

It was Cho.

To be continued...!! (again!)