“Right, that is it!” Draco screeched as he had tripped over the tents guidelines for the millionth time. “Who invented camping? Whoever did? I want to kill them!”

“Calm down Draco.” Harry said chuckling.

“Calm down? Why should I calm down? You call this a bloody holiday? It’s hell! We have Mr and Mrs boring having the time of their lives. Evan and Blaise have fucked of somewhere probably too fuck. Seamus and Dean for once look more happy and you’re telling me to calm down whilst I’m covered in mud!” He ranted.

Harry took his hands of his ears and smirked. “Finished?” Harry asked cocking an eyebrow.

Draco pouted. “Yes”

Hermione muttered a cleaning spell on Draco and he was immediately clean he muttered thanks and trumped over to Harry and slumped down next him on a wooden log that had fallen down and they were using it as a seat.

“I hate camping.” He grumbled.

“We know. We knew when you told us when we’d suggested it. We also knew when you complained when we apparated here. We still know you hate camping seems as you have tripped over every guide rope connected to each of our tents.” Hermione yelled. We all turned around and gaped at Hermione. She tucked her hair behind her ear and stared at the floor. “And now I’ve finished ranting.”

“Are we all happy?” Blaise shouted as we spotted him and Evan walking hand in hand though the field. Draco got up and skipped around sarcastically.

“Oh we're very happy, happy, happy do da!!” He screamed before he could skip any more he slipped in the mud and fell flat on his face. We were all trying so hard not to laugh. Seamus suddenly ran into the forest and all we heard was a far away explosion of hysterics. Dean was laughing with his hand tightly over his mouth. Evan had buried his face in Blaise’s jumper to muffle the laughter. Hermione was biting her lip so hard it looked like she was about to draw blood. Ron had gone very pink from holding in the laughter. And Harry was kneeling beside Draco pretending to feel sorry for him.

“I don’t need pity Potter.” Draco snapped standing up.

“Ooh second name. Someone’s on the other side of the tent tonight.” Blaise said smirking.

“There will be no tent tonight. We are going home.” Draco snapped.

“Are we?” Harry asked muttering yet another cleaning spell on Draco.

“Yes. I cannot stand to stay in this tent any longer.” Draco yelled.

“Draco we haven’t even been here a day yet.” Harry said smirking.

“Yes and I already hate it.” Draco shouted. He looked at Hermione and glared. “This is all your fault”

“Mine?” She said.

“Yes yours. You’re the one that said. “Oh lets try muggle tents, it will be so much fun.” Draco yelled.

“An we all have been having fun. Apart from you.” Seamus said after he had returned from the forest.

“Just try and lighten up Draco.” Harry said. He took his boyfriends hands. “For me?”

“Ok fine.” Draco snapped sitting in front of the fire. Harry sat down next to his boyfriend who immediately wrapped his arms around Harry.

“I still hate camping you know.” Draco snapped.

“Yes Draco. We all know.” Harry sighed, and everyone rolled there eyes.