***AUTHORESS NOTES***

I have never EVER written a romance scene this tacky. If I ever do this
again without meaning to, please PLEASE shoot me.

This won't be a very long fic, or chapter, just to warn you.

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Chapter 2: Oh, it's Warm Around the Campfire


     Draco, poor,poor, Draco, was still utterly confused by the time
night fell. It was cool outside, not cold and not hot. A nice pine smell
filled the air, but it made Draco cough. Hogwarts had certainly never
smelled like trees, so why did the outdoors have to?

     Ash and Misty, the two that reminded him of Potter and that
Mudblood, gazed into each other's eyes gushily. Brock, the Weasley like
boy with no eyes, cleared his throat loudly.

     "Draco, why don't we go to collect firewood?" he questioned.

     Draco snorted. "Why don't you have the house elves do it?"

     Ash, Misty and Brock looked at him blankly. "The what?" Ash asked
in his annoying little voice.

     "Never mind," Draco muttered and then said something under his
breath about doing manual labor. He had never done something himself for
his whole life.

     Brock collected a few twigs and then hid behind a large pine tree.
"Watch them," he whispered. Draco hid behind another tree close by.

     At the campsite, Misty and Ash were quite tense. "Misty?" asked Ash
nervously, biting his lower lip.

     "Yeah, Ash?" she answered. Ash looked at the ground and then back
at the redhead.

     "I think-I think I love you," Ash said after a moment of silence.

     "I love you too, Ash!" she exclaimed and Draco nearly gagged. These
stupid ten year olds thought they knew about love... It was actually
rather amusing to watch. 

     Brock smiled from behind the tree. "Aren't they adorable?" he
cooed. Draco guessed him to be queer. No straight guys ever cooed.

     The two preteens kissed from their spots sitting on the logs.
Again, Draco thought he was going to be sick. This was even worse than
watching that Granger and Weasley pretend that they were just friends,
when they both knew they wanted to be together. At least they had the
decency not to make out on the road!

     Brock and Draco grabbed a few nearby logs and went back to the
campfire, where Ash and Misty were sitting very close to each other and
holding hands.

     "Brock, Draco! Guess what, we're going out!" cried Misty
delightedly.

     "You two like each other? I would've never guessed," Draco fibbed.

     "Wow, after all this time," Brock said with a warm smile.

     After this was all better and he was back at Hogwarts, he would
kiss that Mudblood if it meant that he would never have to see these
fools again.