The Camping Project

Harry, Ron and Hermione have just come back from the Christmas holidays in their fifth year, but something unexpected is going to happen. When tents are put up all around the school for the students to sleep in, Ron and Hermione find it difficult to adjust to the new situation they have found thenselves in, and with Lavender butting her nose into everything along the way, will the their friendship stay strong, and maybe turn into something more, or will they crumble?
Romione fanfiction :)


6. Accepted apologies and pillow fight!!!!

Quite a long chapter this time, but I had lots of ideas and I had to get them all down, so you know, enjoy!!! :) 


Hermione's POV

Evening came and soon it was time for us all to get back into our tents. I was nervous. scratch that, I was terrified. What was I supposed to do if Ron didn't expect my apology? Chuck our entire friendship that has been going on for four and a half years down the drain and let him go off after Lavender? I really hoped it wouldn't end up like that.

It was half ten when I went into the tent and Ron was already in his pyjamas and looked like he was about to get into his bed. I silently walked through the room over to the bathroom. When I came out, Ron was in his bed facing away from me. This annoyed me, because I couldn't see the emotion that he had on his face. Also, I knew that he could get to sleep very quickly, and it would be soooooo annoying if he went to sleep before I could apologise. But he hadn't started snoring yet so I assumed he was still awake.

'Um... Ron, can I talk to you for a minute... please?' I mumbled quietly.

He turned over so he was facing me and sat up. To my surprise, he didn't look very angry, just tired and weary.

'Shoot,' he croaked. He wouldn't make eye contact with me.

'Look,' I said. Then I sighed. 'I know what I did last night was really really stupid, and I don't know if there is any point in apologising as you probably won't forgive me anyway, but I just want you to know that I never intended on hurting you or making you angry. I am so sorry that I can't even begin to describe to you how I feel. I don't really know what I was thinking to be honest, and I know I deserve for you to not forgive me and carry on ignoring me like you have done all day, but being the selfish arse that I am I wanted to ask if we could still be friends?'

There was a short pause after my little speech, but after a moment he shrugged and said, 'Sure.'

Then he turned away from me and lay back down on the bed.

'Wait...' I said as I tried to process what had happened. 'So.. we're cool then?'

'Yeah I guess so,' he said turning back to me again. 'To be honest I kind of missed you Mione.'

I could tell he was mucking around from his fake pout and wide eyes but I still blushed tomato red which was very embarrasing. I turned away and said 'Piss off.' I was half smiling though because I was so relieved that he was joking with me again.

I got into bed and turned back to him to see that he was still smirking. Then suddenly he put on a more serious face and said, 'Oh by the way... um, tomorrow you might not see me in the morning because I'm going on a very early walk with... Lavender.'

When he said that one name a whole load of emotions welled up inside of me. My head went fuzzy and suddenly I felt like I wanted to cry.

'What????? No you can't! No no no... but I don't want... but I... You wouldn't be allowed anyway would you?... I don't think that would be a good idea, I mean look at me. I wanted to go out of the tent and look how angry you got! Do you want me to get that angry too or do you just want to be the annoying PIG that you are and hurt my feelings as well as......' It all kind of came out of my mouth in a rush but i trailed off when I saw his face. He was doubled over with laughter.

Well this was awkward!!!

'Your not going for an early morning walk with Lavender, are you?' I said, irritation clear in my voice. Inside I was thinking, 'Crap crap crap I just basically poured out all my feelings to him for no actual reason!'

He shook his head through his laughter. I couldn't believe that he had tricked me like that!

'Oh my god you... you...' I looked around looking for a bad enough word to call him. I couldn't find one so I just grabbed my pillow and chucked it at him like I had done last night. Apart from this time he wasn't asleep, and he caught it and chucked it back at me. Unfortunately for me, he had a very good aim and the pillow hit me right in the face making me fall backwards onto my bed. This just made him laugh more and me blush more.

'Right, that's it!' I said grabbing my pillow, getting out of my bed and going over to him. Then, I wacked him as hard as I could with it but he was too quick for me and ducked underneath. He grabbed his own pillow and sort of rugby tackled me to the ground bashing me with it really hard. Of course it didn't hurt at all, but I had never been any good at pillow fights because I was too slow. Why did I even start this, with Ron of all people! I knew I was only going to get embarrassed. 

We were hitting each other with our pillows really hard for ages in the middle of the room, and I was giggling hysterically, but I didn't care. Soon however I realised that I was losing (can you even lose pillow fights?), so I retreated to my own bed. Unfortunately he picked up on my weakness and followed me onto my bed where we were jumping up and down so much I was surprised that we didn't break the old thing. Soon we both fell over, but we were both having to much fun to realise that our position was a little bit odd.

It was only when we heard Professor McGonagall's voice behind the door saying 'Ron? Hermione? I'm going to come in here now because I need to give you some information,' that we suddenly looked at our position.

I was sort of straddling him with both my hands on his shoulders whilst he was laying down on the bed. The trouser leg of my pyjama bottoms had ridden up my leg and his hand was on my bare thigh quite high up. In his other hand he held a pillow which he had been using to protect himself. My face was inches from his.

We both swore under our breath, and before either of us had time to move, our teacher had walked inside. 

When she saw us Professor McGonagall froze. And then, after a second, she turned purple with rage. 'Just what may I ask do you two think you are doing?' she shrieked looking very mad.

I quickly got off Ron and pulled the leg of my pyjama bottoms down. There was a very, very awkward silence before she started shouting at us again. 'Mr Weasley, you know full well that you are not allowed in other students beds, and from what I saw this deserves punishment!' But before she could carry on, I quickly started to defend us.

'Please Professor, it wasn't his intention and it wasn't what it looked like! We were have a pillow fight and it got a little bit out of hand, but honestly, we were not trying to break the rules in anyway possible!'

We both looked at her for a second, trying to work out her reaction, but then she surprised us both by rolling her eyes and sighing. 'Fine. Just this once I will let you off but if this ever happens again I am not joking when I say large amounts of points will be lost. It's already eleven o'clock so I suggest that you both get into bed now anyway.' She turned around and was about to leave when she said, 'Weasley, you might help support your own case by getting into your own bed by the way.'

At this Ron immediately jumped off my bed and half ran to his own, his pillow still grasped tightly in his hand. Then McGonagall did leave, and we were alone again to process what had just happened.

After a few seconds we looked at each other blankly until a grin spread across his face. I started to smile too.

'Well... that was.... interesting!' he said brightly.

'Yeah,' I said, 'And by the way, thanks for all the help convincing her that we were both still innocent children!' I said sarcastically. The innocent children bit came out wrong. He cracked up laughing again and I rolled my eyes and buried my head in my pillow. 'Shut up!' I said with my face still in the pillow so my voice came out all muffled.


Ron's POV

After the incident with McGonagall we both properly got into bed and started to talk about stuff. Just talking. It wasn't awkward like I had thought it would have been. It came naturally and I found out that Hermione was actually a fun person to be around.

I had felt a little bit bad after the pillow fight when we were in the position that we were in, because I honestly hadn't realised that we were in it until McGonagall came. It didn't look like Hermione had either. I really, really wanted to know how she felt about me, because at the moment it was really hard to tell. I didn't know if she still thought I was an annoying pig, or if she thought we had finally become good friends or if she thought we were something more. I didn't really know myself.

I didn't really even know why I accepted her apology in the first place. I suppose it was because I was tired of arguing with her all the time and I just wanted us to be friends for once. Also, I wasn't kidding when I said that I was missing her. Of course I tried to make it look like I was kidding, but it was actually true.

We had been talking for about an hour and a half when she asked in her soft voice, 'So... do you actually like Lavender Brown or not?'

I didn't really know how to answer this and I didn't know what she wanted to hear, so I just answered truthfully.

'Not really to be honest. I don't want to sound cocky or anything but it is kind of obvious that she is into me. Dean said that I should, you know, go for it if she likes me because he said that she is pretty, and I guess that part is true but she was getting really really annoying towards the end of the day. She just wouldn't leave me alone! That's why I came to sit with you guys at lunch.'

When I had finished talking she didn't speak for a while and then she said quietly, 'Okay.'

Okay. That was all she said. I had no idea if she was alright or not. Why was she suddenly so quiet anyway?

'It's nearly one in the morning; I think we should try and get to sleep now,' she said, quieter still.

'Sure,' I said uncertainly and full of questions that needed to be answered. However, before I tried to get to sleep I picked up my wand from the bedside table and performed the silencing charm that I had learnt over the course of the day on myself so that if I snored I wouldn't wake her up.

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