I was really NOT looking forward to that night.
For one, I didn't like camping at all (even though the tents weren't like muggle tents and they were actually very spacious) and when I was camping with the pig last year for the world cup they smelt very much like cat food.
Two, I had to spend the night sleeping less than five meters away from a disgusting pig which I had never EVER done before.
I really wasn't looking forward to it.
The end of the school day came too quickly after that and it was the end of lessons way too soon. Harry, the pig and I went to Hagrid's house for some quick tea and rock cakes (we didn't eat any), and then, before we knew it, it was almost the time when we usually went to our dorms. When we got back from Hagrid's and got into the common room, just to remind me of my soon coming doom the whole common room was packed with small tents.
Ron and I looked at each other. We could tell that neither one of us wanted to do this as much as the other one. Professor McGonagall was standing in the middle of the room in among the tents on a raised platform. She raised her hands for quiet and the room fell silent.
'As you all know, for the fifth sixth and seventh years, tonight will be your first night in the tents, and I am about to tell you the rules before I allocate the tents. First of all, you must ALL stay in your own beds. If you try and get into anyone elses bed...'
Like dumbledore, she trailed off as all the boys except Neville were howling with laughter.
'Be quiet NOW!' Professor Mcgonagall shouted. 'If anyones DARES to get into anyone elses bed, 100 points will be taken from Gryfindor, and I mean it!!!!'
At this EVERYONE went silent, before Fred shouted out, 'But what if the other person WANTS you to go in their bed?' He started waggling his eyebrows at his partner, Angelina Johnson.
The laughter was there again.
'There are absolutely NO exceptions, so if you do, 100 points will be taken from Gryfindor, and you've already lost yourself 5 points for that comment, so I suggest you don't loose anymore Mr Weasley!!' McGonagall shrieked.
Fred and the rest of the boys were finally quiet, and McGonagall carried on with the rules.
'Rule two: you are strictly forbidden to go in anyone elses tent after hours. If you are found in a tent that you are not supposed to be in 100 points will also be taken away.'
This time nobody made any rude comments.
The rest of the rules were just about any damage that was done to the tents, and soon it was time to go to sleep. Professor McGonagall showed the pig and I our tent and we brought all our stuff into it. Once inside, I was horrified to see that there wasn't even separate rooms; it was twin beds in one room.
'I bet you wish it was a double bed don't you Mione!' Ron whispered to me as I started to put my things into one of the wardrobes, and I was about to retort when luckily for me he had whispered a little to loudly and McGonagall had heard him. She said that anymore rude comments and he would get detention.
When she was out of hearing distance Ron started to call McGonagall very rude names and say stuff like 'How was it even rude???' and 'It was just a joke' under his breath.
At half past eleven I went to the small bathroom to get changed and washed, but then I realized that the lock on the door was broken, and I swore very loudly. Ron heard me and he came over to me and he did a very funny impression of McGonagall by saying 'Anymore rude comments like that and I will give you detention!'
Because it was such a good impression, we both burst out laughing and for a moment I forgot that he was a disgusting pig. But then we realized that we hated each other and it was very awkward for a moment.
Then Ron said, 'Soooo........ what did you actually swear about then Mione?' he asked very genuinely.
'Er, well the lock on the bathroom door is broken,' I said. 'I'm going to have a shower and get changed now, and if you DARE try and come in, I promise i will turn you into a squirrel.'
I shut the door as hard as I could, and as there was no disturbance from Ron, he probably knew that I was VERY capable of turning him into a squirrel, and he would be the one to get in trouble because he tried to come into the bathroom when I was in there.
As the hot water unknotted the muscles in my back, I thought over if i really did hate Ron or not. It was true that most of the time he was a disgusting git who looked like a pig when he ate, but he did actually make me laugh quite a lot. Also, it seemed that he had adopted a new nickname for me: Mione. I hadn't complained about it because deep down I thought it was quite cute, and he didn't have anything like that with Lavender did he........
Once again I was trying to prove to myself that I was better for Ron than Lavender. My feelings were just so confusing right now.....
At midnight both Ron and I were in our twin beds, and there was a very awkward silence. This was partly because when I came out of the bathroom Ron sort of shouted at me because he was in his boxer shorts. Luckily, I managed not to see anything, but it was awkward still. However the main reason was that we didn't know what to talk about, as we never really talked to each other much when Harry wasn't around.
Well at least for me it was awkward.
I thought that it was going to be a sleepless night for both of us, but not for Ron obviously, because after a few minutes I could hear snoring coming from across the room. Yes.I could definitely hear snoring. It was very loud. No, EXTREMELY loud......