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

Chapter 10

"Come on, Ginny, dance!" Hermione cried, pulling on Ginny's sleeve as the sound of the Weird Sisters pulsed from Lavender's smuggled-in wireless.

"No." Ginny replied flatly.

"Come on," Hermione insisted. "If this is about Draco, I think I'm gonna slap you."

"No, it isn't!" Ginny spat. "It's about that evil Ronald!" Hermione gulped. It was never a good sign when Ginny used his real name.

"What did he do?" Hermione asked slowly.

"He LIED!" Ginny was trying hard not to cry. She didn't know why she was about to cry. She always seemed to have to when she was really angry.

Hermione didn't feel it wise to press the matter. "Well if you start feeling better, just let me know. Neville needs someone to dance with." She winked quite out-of-character-ly.

Ginny sighed and brushed a stray hair from her eyes. It was only too obvious that the only reason Hermione was acting so oddly was because she wanted Ginny to cheer up, but it really didn't help. "You know what?" she said just as Hermione turned to leave. "I think I will get up."

"Great!" Hermione beamed, though soon her happiness faded. Ginny's expression was one of anger, determination, and manic hilarity. Hermione gasped. "Ginny, don't you go doing something you'll regret!"

Ginny half-laughed, "Like I'll regret it!" she cackled. She tapped Neville on the shoulder.

"Hey Ginny," he smiled.

"Hey Neville. Have you seen Ronald anywhere?"

"Yeah," Neville replied, looking somewhat disappointed. "He was in the kitchen with Harry."

Ginny smiled wickedly. "Thank you very much." She walked briskly into the musty kitchen confidently until she came to the back of Ron's crimson head. She whacked it.

"Ouch!" Ron cried as a reflex. He whirled around and paled when he saw his sister. "Now, Ginny, no need to get angry…Ginny!"

SMACK!

"What was that for?!" he spluttered.

"You know what it was for you idiot!" Ginny screamed insanely. The music had gotten reasonably quieter, but the maniacal red-head didn't care. She slapped Ron across the face time after time, not caring who saw, unable to contain her anger.

Harry retreated to Hermione. He knew Ron deserved what he was getting. "Uh…I guess Ginny found out about what Ron told Malfoy, huh?"

Hermione nodded painfully, looking as though someone was slowly torturing her by way of ripping up a strait-O O.W.L.

"WHY DID YOU TELL HIM I WANTED TO BREAK UP WITH HIM?!" Ginny screeched.

Ron unsuccessfully attempted to block the blows with his hands. "I-I…how did you find out?!"

"YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE?! YOU IMBASUL!"

Harry couldn't help but snigger slightly at the situation. Oh, how Ginny reminded him of Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny grabbed Ron painfully by his ear. "Come on, fool, we're off to apologize!"

"What?! No…you can't make me!" Ron said feebly.

"Oh yes I can!" she pinched his ear tighter between her index finger and her thumb.

Ron hung his head submissively as Ginny dragged him out the door.

"We're going straight back to the campsite, going into your tent, and you are going to say your sorry for lying and being an asshole!"

"No!" Ron pleaded. "Get Harry over here; he'll tell you what really happened! The dirty bugger was antagonizing us! It wasn't my fault!"

"Well I notice that Harry kept his head!"

"How do you know?"

"I have my sources."

"Did Harry tell you?!"

"Shut up or I'll beat you up right here and now."

Ron quieted. He knew his sister well, well enough to know that when in such mental fits of rage, she could take down an angry elephant if she dared.

Ginny trudged on through all the bushes, twigs, mud that was along the way to the camp site, not caring that she was dirtying up her muggle jeans and trainers, and not caring that she was pulling Ron, the boy who was at least seven inches taller than her, along with her, or that he was getting scratched by stray tree limbs.

Soon they reached a sea of tents. "Which one is yours?" Ginny demanded.

"Um…ow…follow me," Ron replied painfully, Ginny's fingers still pressing on his now bright red ear. He led her along until he came to a slightly wilted looking tent next to a large rock. Ginny glared at Ron, let go of his ear, and then proceeded into the tent.

"Draco?" she asked softly. "Draco, are you here?"

Her response was Draco rolling over in his sleeping bag.

Ginny let out a pissed off breath. "Draco, face me!" and she pushed him around the other way until she could see his face. He was quite un-kept, his hair dirty and in need of washing, puffy red eyes…it looked as though he had been having trouble sleeping.

"Draco, I'm sorry for whatever Ron said to you. He didn't mean it. He was just being a lying bugger."

Draco did not look fazed. He still looked just as grumpy as he had before. "How come you avoided me? If he was lying, why wouldn't you talk to me?"

"Because you were avoiding me!" Ginny replied, dropping her coo and adopting a testy tone. "I thought you were angry with me, and then I discovered the real reason," she sent Ron a revolted look. "Ronald, I think you owe Draco something."

Ron made an odd noise half way between a snort and a whimper. "Sorry," he mumbled inaudibly.

"What?" Malfoy asked him dully.

"Sorry!" Ron spat.

Ginny gave him an angry-mother kind of look. "Now that isn't a real apology," she said just to annoy him further.

"Sorry," said Ron, obviously trying very desperately to stay civil.

Ginny smiled satisfied. "That's better."

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Harry woke up the next morning to a very delicious smell. Mmmm…buttery goodness…Harry thought peacefully. Wait—pancakes? Harry was never usually able to smell the pancakes from here.

"Ron, wake up!" Harry shook Ron until the sleepy boy aroused. "Ron, wake up!"

"What?" Ron implored sleepily. He looked rather tired…it had been a rather long night last night…his ear was still red.

Draco rolled over in his sleeping bag, and then sat up. "Yes," he said triumphantly. "Today we go back to our cabins…no more sleeping on dirt!"

Ron sent him a disgustful look.

"Here, let's go out and see what's going on outside…I smell food." Harry recommended before things could get messy.

When they went out of their tent, a rather disturbing sight caught their eyes immediately. Snape was grilling pancakes. Grilling. Pancakes.

Draco gasped.

"It's disgusting!" Ron said perturbed.

Harry was speechless.

Snape glared at them. Oh, how he loathed his job.

Suddenly a grayish blob came bobbing over.

"Lovely, isn't it?" the blob asked. The bobbing blob was Flitwick. "We decided that for a going away gift to the campers, Severus and I would do something special! So we made you all pancakes!"

"G-going away?!" Ron panicked. "Certainly not yet?!"

"No, idiot," Harry said jokingly. "He means going away from the camping trip, not that summer camp is over."

Ron was relieved.

The three then went over to a mass of picnic tables and sat down, Malfoy sitting down with a great deal of space between him and the two others. It was obvious he was only sitting there in hopes of seeing Ginny.

Soon Ginny, Hermione, and Luna pranced over from their tent, not seeming tired in the least. As soon as she saw him, Ginny sped over to snog Draco.

"Aw, Ginny…get a room! Spare me!" Ron booed. Ginny just laughed in response.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, sitting down next to him. "I'm in a really good mood and I don't even know why." She looked at him meaningfully. And then she kissed him.

Ron looked from his sister to his two best friends sadly. He had no one to snog. And then Luna walked up to him briskly.

"Hello, Ronald," she said dreamily. "Fancy seeing you."

Ron felt his ears grow red and hot. He couldn't help it. He kissed Luna.

So there were three couples, just snogging and sitting at the table. Revolting, Snape thought sourly. He walked up to the picnic table, the farthest thing from merry, and set down plates with the pancakes on them.

"Here's your food," he said reproachfully, looking murderous.

But the three couples did not even look up, and it was only after fifteen minutes that they realized their pancakes had gotten cold.

To be continued!