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

Chapter 7

"Cho?" Draco said feebly. "Why are you here?"

"Really, Draco, you can't cover up forever. They'll know eventually. I'm going to tell the truth." She gave him a solemn, dramatic look. Her black eyes shone maliciously as she continued. "Draco has had it covered up well, I must say. And so does...the other."

"God, Cho, just cut to the chase!" cried Ron impatiently.

She threw him an angry look. "Fine. I'm very surprised you do know yet, though. Draco and I did go to the party together. Part time." Ron tapped his foot, annoyed.

"Why did he want to see Terry Boot?" Harry wondered aloud confusedly.

"Because," said Cho slowly. "He needed to make a deal with him. And me."

"About what?" Hermione asked.

Cho's manic grin spread across her face more broad than ever. "Ginny never went out with Terry Boot. She went with Draco."

Harry felt like someone had clamped his throat up so he couldn't breath. Ron just full-out collapsed and Harry and Hermione had to catch him.

"Somebody-get-Ginny-now!" he commanded through gritted teeth.

"You see," Cho further explained as Draco sent Goyle to retrieve Ginny. "They went to the party with different people so no one would know. He knew Terry was planning on having a party, and asked him for a favor."- At this Ron snorted in disbelief- "He knew your and his family would go insane if they found out, so naturally he didn't want you to know."

Soon Goyle returned with Ginny gingerly following, her head bowed, ashamedly.

"Ginny! Explain yourself!" Ron yelled hoarsely.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said quietly. Then she raised her voice. "See! I knew you'd react to it like this! That's why I hate telling you these things! Just because you don't like him doesn't mean I can't! You're so stupid, Ron!" She was seemingly hyperventilating. Her eyes got glassy and she folded her arms angrily.

"Ginny- Malfoy's...Malfoy!" he whimpered.

"Ginny! Why didn't you tell anyone?" Hermione said, sounding hurt. "You can tell me anything! I wouldn't have told Ron if you didn't want me to!"

"Hermione-I'm sorry, but we both know you hate Draco. You would have killed me." She seemed much more apologetic to everyone but Ron.

"Ginny-I can't believe this," Harry said shortly, staring Ginny in the eyes.

"I knew you guys would do this to me!" Ginny said, upset. "You don't care whether I'm happy or not; you only care if Draco isn't!"

"Oh, Ginny, stop feeling sorry for yourself!" Ron said, waving an airy hand. "I can't believe you disgraced us by going out with...with...it!" He pointed at Draco madly.

"Hey, shut up, Weasel. I think Ginevra can choose for herself," Draco spat, grabbing Ginny's hand.

Ron turned an unpleasant shade of green. "Don't call her that!" he shouted in a disgusted voice. "You sound too professional!"

"What's so bad about that?!"

"I don't know!" Ron sat down and folded his arms like a five-year-old. "Ginny, you wait until Mum and Dad find out--they'll murder you in your sleep!"

A worried expression passed over Ginny's face, as though she was silently questioning whether her parents would do that to her. It seemed rather likely. "Anyway," she decided, closing her eyes. "The bottom line is that Draco and I are dating. It doesn't matter."

Ron gasped. "Yes it does! It's disgusting! Evil! Horrid! Disturbing! Perturbing! Mental! Strange! Pitiful!"-

"Shut up, Ronald." Ginny opened the door. "Oh, no. It's raining!" She came back in with her face dappled with rain drops. Draco wiped them away.

"Get-off-of-her!" Ron growled, trembling with rage.

"Make me, you prat."

"Oh, shut up both of you!" Hermione shouted. "We'd better get back up to the cabins. We won't want to get caught in the storm." She grabbed Harry and Ron's hands, Ron grabbed Ginny with his free hand, who grabbed Draco, who gestured for the rest of the Slytherin's to follow. They ran, covering their heads, toward the camp site. Once they got back, they ran into their separate cabins, and Ron was still trembling.

"You stay away from her!" he raged.

"Lay off him, Ron," Harry said tiredly.

"Shut up, Potty. Just because I'm seeing Ginny doesn't mean I'm your best buddy," Draco spat.

Harry glared at him. "Let's just go to bed, Ron. I'm tired."

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When Harry woke up, he at first thought it was night. The storm was still pouring, and Harry could hear thunder.

"Up, Ron," he said, shaking his best friend.

"Good morning. Blimey, what's all that out there?"

"Well, that's what you call a thunderstorm, Ron."

"I know what it is," Ron sighed defensively. "But it must mean that classes are canceled!"

"I wouldn't count on it. They seem rather like the rain-or-shine kind."

Ron sat up in bed and hugged his knees. "What's the date?"

"August first."

Ron heaved a breath. "You know what that means. Only a month left."

"I thought you hated it here," Harry said, puzzled, though in a pleasant way.

"Well, I guess it grew on me, you know?" He scratched his neck. "I almost don't want to leave. Not that soon at least."

Harry laughed. "I thought this summer would be miserable for you."

"So did I," Ron said with a grin. He glanced at Malfoy's sleeping figure. "Some parts I was right about, though."

"Ron, you're not still on with that are you?" Harry asked softly. "Ginny's just...I dunno...maybe she's ill."

"Well you heard them; they've been going out a while now. You'd think she'd have recovered by now."

Harry suppressed a smile. "She's just trying new things." He laughed.

"What? Malfoy?" Ron laughed out loud and threw a leaf that had blown in at Harry. He looked at the leaf sadly as it floated downward. "Autumn's surely coming then."

"Yup," Harry stood up. "Let's get off to breakfast." And the two got dressed and ran toward the kitchens, trying their best not to get wet. When they sat down, Hermione, Ginny and Luna were already there. Hermione shoved a paper in Harry and Ron's faces.

"Camping trip," she grunted groggily.

Ron almost beamed when he saw it.

"Well that's a reaction different from the one for the hiking trip," Harry grinned.

"Well then I was but a wee, naive child," Ron said spiritedly. "And by the way, Gordy, you and Frizzle won't be missing this one."

Harry shook his head. "Don't worry, Hottie, we won't."

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They indeed had classes. Even swimming. Hermione tried to tell Snape that if lightening struck the water they'd all be electrocuted, but he didn't care. Harry got the gist that he wanted them to be electrocuted. Typical potions master.

In exercise class, Hermione commented on how she'd always wondered what it was like to have a six-pack, which, surprisingly enough, put a smile on McGonagall's face.

They were deathly cold by the time lunch rolled around. So, shivering and coughing, they huddled into the cafeteria, and took their regular seats. Ernie Macmillan was sitting across from them. "Did you really attack the Slytherin's base last night?" he inquired as they sat down.

"Yes," Ron said proudly, puffing out his chest impressively.

"Brilliant," Ernie awed. "It's a shame I couldn't come. Hufflepuffs never seem to get any action." He sadly looked down at his plate, which had a sandwich on it.

"Don't worry, Ernie, my boy," Ron said, patting the Hufflepuff on the back, reminding Harry strongly of the Weasley twins. "There is always next time. Maybe we can attack them while we're off camping."

"Speaking of which," Harry began, "how long will we be there? Camping, I mean."

"Three days," Luna said sleepily. "I hope it doesn't keep raining like this." Her poppy eyes looked very odd with dark shadows underneath them. Everyone was so tired. It's odd how much a thunderstorm can affect your longing for sleep.

"Yeah, I'm already sick of this. I'll be surprised if half the camp doesn't have a cold by tomorrow morning," Ginny yawned. The others nodded in agreement.

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The rest of the day crept by very, very, very slowly. It must have had something to do with all the rain. When they got back to the boy's cabin that afternoon around 3:00, their noses were red and sniffling. Dean and Seamus were playing card games on the floor and Draco was sleeping. Ernie was reading a book, and Terry was listening to music. Hermione, Ginny and Luna walked in.

"What are you three doing here?!" Ron cried, bunching up as though he was being violated. "This is the boy's dorm!"

"Oh, who cares," Ginny rolled her eyes. "We're bored."

"So you thought that amidst your boredom you'd go perv on some fit boys?" Draco said, waking up.

Ginny sighed. "Oh, yeah, you defiantly got me there."

"So what are you guys up to?" Hermione wondered, making herself comfortable on Harry's bed.

"Nothing, really, we just walked in," Harry pointed out.

Luna walked up to Dean and Seamus. "Cards I see?"

"Yes," Dean said almost defensively.

"What game?" Hermione turned her head.

"Bull," Dean said with a shadow of a grin. He looked at Ron. "Muggle game-- you wouldn't understand."

"I bet I would!" Ron decided defiantly. "Come on, Ginny; let's play this so-called "bull"."

"Sure," Ginny shrugged and walked over.

Soon Harry found himself in a harsh game of Bull. Dean had won, and Hermione had come in second. Seamus, Ron, Ginny, Luna and he were in a fierce battle for third place.

"Three kings," Ron smirked, placing three mysterious cards down on the pile.

"Honestly, Ron, you are so bad at this!" Seamus laughed. "I myself have two kings alone! Bull!"

"Oh, crap!" Ron said with disappointment. Though he was a good sport, and smiled with humiliation as he dragged the pile toward himself, and added it to his own.

They played different card games until night fell and the three girls left the boy's dorm and went to their own, and soon the boys felt sleepy-ness fall over them, and soon they were snoozing off on the floor, without a care in the world.

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