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Someone passed gas for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. The boys all snickered. I rolled my eyes, staring up at the roof of the tent. On my left, the bushy haired girl named Hermione sat up.

"Oh bloody hell you five are so immature," she snapped. Someone passed gas yet again and they laughed even harder, "Can't you all just shut up so we can get some sleep? We're going to need all the strength and energy we have to survive out here--and sleep is key!"

"Hermione--there are nine of us crammed into a tent that is meant to hold maybe seven at the most," I heard Harry say wearily, "We aren't going to be sleeping very peacefully as long as we're all wedged in here like this. You might as well wrap your head around that fact," On my right, I heard Parvati and Lavender both gag.

"Oh Godric-----do you smell that?" Lavender shrieked, slapping her hand across her nose and mouth.

"Sorry," little Benjamin called. Listening to the three other girls shriek made me smirk a little bit.

"That is disgusting!" Hermione cried. Parvati climbed out of her sleeping bag.

"That is it!" she announced, "I am not staying in this tent for another minute! I'm going out to sleep outside---in the fresh air!"

She grabbed her sleeping bag and pillow, and began clambering towards the tent's door. A chorus of "ow"'s followed her as she stepped on every foot possible. She unzipped the tent's flap and clean air flooded throughout the tent. Hermione and Lavender followed her, both gasping for fresh air. As soon as Lavender was out of the tent, the three girls zipped the tent back up and restored the peace and quiet.

I stayed content in my sleeping bag and closed my eyes as I began to drift off to sleep. I ignored the rustling around me as the five boys began shifting around so they weren't crammed up against each other. I had been wedged between Hermione and Lavender, so now that they were gone I had plenty of wiggle room.

"Ow!" I cried as someone rolled right on top of me. I heard the guy cry out in shock and he quickly rolled off again. I sat up indignantly and looked around to see who the idiot was. My cry of pain had aroused the curiousity in the other four boys, so they all sat up to look as well.

"Dean?" I cried, "Yeah...I was kinda sleeping here, thanks for squishing me!"

"I...I didn't know you were still in here! I thought you left with the other girls! You're so quiet!" he cried in shock. I rolled my eyes.

"That's because I was trying to sleep, idiot," I snapped.

"But...but you're a girl," Ron stammered. I turned to look at him.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," I replied.

"But all the girls went outside," Harry said pointedly. I shrugged.

"No, not all of 'em," I replied simply. I knew perfectly well that he was trying to give me a gentle hint to leave. But he wasn't going to tell me where to sleep.

"But don't we....gross you out or something?" Seamus asked. I shook my head.

"I have four older brothers. I don't think you could gross me out," I replied, "Now, good night gentlemen," I lay back down, ending the conversation.







One Week Later



"You have no idea how excited I am to sleep in the tent!" Lavender squealed as the four of us girls climbed into our sleeping bags. We had spent the week trying to figure out a system in order to survive and making a shelter that the boys could sleep in, leaving the girls the tent.

"It will be nice to sleep inside," Hermione agreed.

It had been a full week, and I still hadn't really connected with any of these people. Ben and I got along just fine. But Ben was also quite good friends with the other boys. Lavender and Parvati were both nice enough...but were a little air-headed. Hermione and I had had a few nice conversations. She was very nice, but we weren't the best of friends by any means. Seamus was a bit too bold and brash for my liking. Ron was a little too rude. Harry was nice, we got along very nicely. Neville was very sweet and I liked him, but he seemed a little uncertain around girls. Dean.....annoyed me to no end. He was constantly trying to make life easier for me. He didn't seem to care if the other girls had a hard job or something, but he was almost always doting on me just to annoy me. It had nothing to do with him being a chivalrous gentleman like he claimed. He was doing it just to piss me off. And it worked.

"Good night Parv, good night Hermione, good night Britt," Lavender called as we settled down to bed.

"Hey....you don't think that thing is going to come after us, do you?" Parvati asked fearfully.

We'd woken up this morning to see huge animal tracks around camp. I wasn't worried, but the other girls definitely were. And the boys just really ignored it.

"No Parvati. It's fine. Good night," I said firmly.

We lay there in silence for a good while....I was almost asleep when I heard Parvati shriek and set bolt up right in her sleeping bag, looking around. She grabbed her flashlight and flicked it on.

"What's going on Parv?" Hermione murmured sleepily, sitting up.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered, voice full of fear.

"Hear what?" Lavender asked shakily, sitting up as well.

"It's nothing. You're imagining things Parvati. Go to sleep," I told her, rolling over in my sleeping bag.

"Shh! Listen!" she hissed. I lay there, listening intently for any sound outside.

"There's nothing there Parv--" Hermione sighed.

"SHHH!"

I waited, listening to the sounds of the night and the waves hitting the sand. And then I heard it.

It was a scratching sound.....like something was scratching against the tent.

"I heard that...." I said quietly.

"Something's out there!" Lavender whispered in a panic.

I sat up slowly, suddenly very much awake. Heart pounding and adrenaline pumping, I climbed slowly out of my sleeping bag and edged slowly towards where Parvati was sitting in the middle of the tent.

"Get towards the middle of the tent," I muttered out of the corner of my mouth.

I didn't need to say it twice. Hermione and Lavender joined us at the middle of the tent, huddled on Parvati's sleeping bag. We were all paralyzed with fear.

The scratching got louder, and more intense. We could hear bushes rustling on the opposite side of the tent from where the scratching was. The thing in the bush began to moan and low, much like a cow would.

"There's two of them!" Hermione hissed in terror.

"Flashlight," I murmured, holding my hand back to Parvati. I felt her place it into my hand. I picked it up and flicked it on, hoping the light would scare whatever was out there. I moved the flashlight around, knowing the light beam would shine through the thin canvas of the tent and would illuminate the outside. There were a few minutes of silence, where we didn't hear anything.

"Do you think it's gone?" Lavender whispered.

"Yeah," I replied quietly, "I think so--"

Suddenly there were roars and snarls from outside the tent so loud that whatever it was had to be right next to the tent. Parvati started to scream but I clapped my hand over her mouth, shutting her up. Then, suddenly, the monsters began hitting the tent. We could hear the tent poles being pulled out of the ground as the monsters began to rock the tent back and forth. The three girls screamed and yelled bloody murder, I couldn't stop them. Thinking quickly, I grabbed my wand, which I had stashed in my pillow. Then it stopped, as quickly as it had begun. We sat there, the three girls shaking like leaves.

"Is it gone?" Hermione asked.

"One way to find out," I replied sighing, "So who wants to g--?"

"I nominate Britt!" Parvati said at once.

"I second the nomination!" Hermione added immediately.

"I third it!" Lavender agreed. I was dumbfounded. That's not how I wanted it to go at all.

"Why me?" I cried indignantly, "Hermione, you're way more clever and brave than I am. Shouldn't you be the one to go?" She shook her head.

"You're the only one with a wand," she pointed out. I growled in frustration.

"But--" I protested.

Suddenly the loud growls and snarls resumed, as did the attacking of the tent. The girls screamed, shrieked, and clung to one another.

"GO!!!" the three of them screamed at me in unison. Hermione grabbed me and shoved me towards the tent flap.

"Lumos," I whispered, before sticking my wand out of the tent flap. Once my wand was out, I poked my head out....and the my shoulders. I peered out of the tent, trying to see what was attacking us. Maybe I could Stun it or hex it or something.

Suddenly a cloth bag was thrown over my head, so I couldn't see. I screamed and thrashed. I was grabbed around the waist and thrown over someone's shoulder. I screamed bloody murder and kicked. I could hear the other girls' terrified screams from inside the tent as I was carried away. I struggled so much I waseventually thrown on the ground.

"Ok that's good....they can't see us. Put her down," I heard a voice hiss. I was thrown roughly on the ground, landing on my face. I reached up and tore the bag off my head and threw it on the ground. I grabbed my wand and rolled over on my back, brandishing my wand as it was the only weapon I had.

"Calm down. It's us," Ron grinned. Heart pounding, I stared up at them.

They were all there : Ron, Harry, Seamus, Neville, and Dean. They were all grinning like idiots. My heart was pounding and adrenaline was pumping through my veins. They'd scared me good---but I wasn't going to let them off the hook.

"That wasn't funny," I spat. They exchanged amused looks.

"We beg to differ," Harry replied.

"You should have heard you guys---screaming like little girls!" Neville chortled. Dean grinned.

"You were really scared, weren't you?" he asked, smirking. I glared at him.

"No," I said defiantly. Seamus was rubbing his chest, as though it hurt.

"Well you fooled me. Bloody hell you kick a lot. Were you a football player?" he asked. I smirked.

"Sorry I didn't let you carry me off without a fight," i said sarcastically, "Next time--don't touch me. I prefer to stay on the ground," Harry checked his wristwatch.

"It's been a good three minutes," he told them, "Ready for another go, mates?" They all nodded in agreement.

"Where are you going?" I demanded.

"There's still Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati in that tent, cowering in fear. You don't really think we're going to leave them alone that easily, do you?" Ron asked, grinning. I stared at him in shock.

"You all are such jerks, do you know that?" I cried in anger. Seamus shrugged.

"We've been told," he said simply. I stood up and dusted myself off, "Where do you think you're going? You can't go back--they think you've been eaten or something," I raised my eyebrows.

"I'm going back to bed," I replied.

"Bu-but you can't!" Neville sputtered, "Then the joke will be out!" I nodded.

"That's the idea," I agreed.

"You can't do that," Harry challenged, "You won't get past us---we won't let you," I smirked.

"Watch me," I took off at a sprint towards the tent.

I hadn't realized how far Seamus had carried me. The tent was a good hundred yards away. I was in my bare feet, tank top, and old PE shorts. My hair was in two braids. Luckily I was in good shape from soccer. I pounded across the sand, back towards the tent. I could hear the boys chasing after me.

"HERMIONE! LAV! PARV!" I yelled as I neared the tent, "YOU WON'T BELIEVE---OOOF!"

Powerful arms wrapped around my waist as I was tackled. I fell face first into the sand, eating a great deal of the beach. The tackler was on top of me, trying to restrain me. I spat out the sand, coughing.

"RUN! GET OUT HERE!!" I screamed, "RUN--" A large hand was placed over my mouth so I couldn't yell anymore. I could still hear the girls in the tent.

"SOMETHING ATE BRITT!" I could tell that was Parvati.

"CMON!" Lavender yelled.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Hermione demanded.

"SHE SAID TO LEAVE!" she replied.

"I'M NOT GOING OUT THERE!" Parvati shrieked.

"JUST STAY IN HERE----IT'S FULL NOW....IT'LL PROBABLY LEAVE," Hermione didn't sound entirely sure of herself.

"Well done," a voice chuckled in my ear, "You helped us out...now they think the terrible monster ate you. Very nicely done," I was furious. I bit his hand, "Ow!"

"Get the hell off of me!" I spat, struggling under his weight, "Lemme go!"

"And risk you ruining our fun? Not a chance," he replied. I didn't know which of the boys it was though, "Oy mates! Come help me here!" I could hear the pounding of footsteps across the sand towards us.

The guy rolled off me and yanked me to a sitting postion. I looked up to see it was Dean. That just pissed me off all the more.

"You little---"I snarled, lunging at him. Seamus and Ron caught me and held me back.

"We gotta tie her up or she's gonna ruin everything," Harry said.

"I've got some rope," Neville offered. I glared at him. Dean smiled.

"Perfect,"




Ten minutes later I was sitting in the boy's shelter, completely helpless as the poor girls were tormented all night long. They'd used part of Seamus' pillowcase to gag me and used the rope to tie my feet and ankles together. I sat there, fuming. Luckily I had Harry's wristwatch, so I could keep track of time.

Around two in the morning, the idiots tired of their little game and went to bed. Or it was more of 'came' to bed, because I was smack dab in the middle of their shelter.

"Mmm I'm beat," Ron yawned, "Pranking people certainly tires you out,"

"Hey what are we gonna do with Britt? We can just untie her and let her go to bed too, right?" Neville asked. Harry shook his head.

"No way! She can't go back! Those three are so freaked out, they'll be up all night just praying the monster doesn't come back," he explained, "If she goes back to the tent, she'll tell 'em it was us and then they'll come over here....and we know that we don't want that to happen," Neville nodded.

"Ohhh," he said, understanding.

"Well what are we gonna do with her then?" Seamus said irratibly, "She's gonna try to esape--you know that. She won't let us get away with that. And I personally don't want to sit up on guard duty all night,"

"I'll stay up with her," Dean offered, grinning at me. I glared at him. Of all the idiots to be helpless in their company, Dean was the one I knew would make the night more hell-ish than it normally would be.

"Ok then, it's settled. Good night," Harry said, climbing into his sleeping bag.

"Get her outta here....she's too noisy," Ron yawned, rolling over.

Dean crossed to me and grabbed my upper arm, forcing me to my feet.

"Come on then. I guess we're out on the beach," he told me.

Walking across a campsite at two in the morning with your ankles bound together is not the easiest task in the world. Dean ended up half-dragging me across camp and down to the beach. He half threw me to the ground at the base of a palm tree at the edge of the beach before plopping down next to me.

"Now....I'm going to untie you but don't even think about trying to go back to the tent," he warned as he worked on the knots on my wrists. As soon as they were free, I slapped his hand away and pulled the gag out of my mouth before working on my ankles.

"Nice wand," he said. I looked over in surprise to see him fingering it delicately, staring at it in the moonlight. I lunged for it. But his arms were insanely long and he held it out of my reach with ease.

"Give it to me," I snarled.

"Not a chance. This is the only thing I have that will ensure you stay here on the beach like a good little girl," he told me.

"And what makes you think that you having my wand is going to stop me?" I challenged.

"Because I'll hex you long before you even get near the tent," Dean replied.

Shoot. He had me in a tough situation and he knew it and I knew it. There was no getting away from him. I settled down more comfortably against the tree and folded my arms stubbornly, watching the ocean.

"There's a good little girl," he said in a patronizing voice.

"Don't talk to me," I snapped. He flinched.

"My, my, my you are quite the little charmer Britt," Dean said, "It's a wonder why you don't have any friends,"

"Who says I don't have friends?" I demanded. He raised his eyebrows.

"The do-it-myself, I-don't-need-help-from-anyone, always-pissed-off attitude is a hint," he replied. I hesitated.

"Well you're wrong. I have plenty of friends back in the States. Just because I don't like you one iota doesn't mean that I don't have friends," I argued. He sighed and shook his head.

"Forgive me but that's a load of BS," Dean said bluntly.

"Well who asked you for your little opinion of me anyways? I don't want it and I don't need it. In fact, life would be so much more easy if you just left me alone!" I snapped. Dean grinned and leaned over to me.

"Easier, but not nearly as entertaining," he teased. I growled and shoved him away. I tried to not make it very obvious that I was freezing my butt off, but he noticed, "Cold?" I shook my head.

"No. Why the crap would you think that:? I'm fine," I snapped. He reached over and grabbed my hand before I could snatch it away.

His hand was so warm. He rubbed my hand gently before looking into my face with concern.

"Bloody hell! You're freezing, Brittany!" he cried, sounding alarmed. I jerked my hand away, before stuffing it under my armpits.

"It's Britt," I said gruffly, "And I said I was fine,"

But the stubborn fool wouldn't listen to me. I saw him taking off his sweatshirt out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see him offer it to me. I was shocked, but I wouldn't let him know that.

"What the crap is that for?" I demanded, "I said I was fine,"

"I've just learned to not pay any attention to what you say because you're an idiot and you won't be honest with yourself. You're freezing cold so just take the bloody jacket," Dean said firmly, placing the jacket in my lap.

"Oh, I'm an idiot, huh?" I repeated throwing the sweatshirt at him, "I don't want your jacket,"

"Take the bloody jacket of I will hex you from here til oblivion," he threatened, holding out the jacket to me yet again. I smirked.

"You're bluffing,"

"What?"

"You wouldn't do it,"

"I would to!" he argued.

"Then do it," I challenged. He hesitated for a minute before sighing.

"You're the most impossible, idiotic, and obnoxious girl I've ever met," he snapped waving my wand and conjuring up a blanket, "I'm going to bed. Don't think about trying everything because I will catch you and you will be sorry,"

He spread the blanket over him and settled down to sleep.

Dean had only been asleep for a few minutes and I was freezing my butt off. Making sure that he was really asleep and wouldn't see me, I pulled his sweatshirt over my head. He was so much bigger than me that it was huge on me. I pulled the hood over my head and curled into a little ball and eventually drifted off to sleep.....






I woke up to feel the warm rays of the sun on my face. I breathed deeply and slowly opened my eyes. It took me a moment to figure out where I was as I took in the ocean that was directly in front of me. The events from last night came flooding back to me in an instant as I lay there, perfectly still.

"But I didn't have a pillow...."I thought.

"Good morning sunshine. Comfortable?" I heard the distinct smirk in Dean's voice. I sat up straight as though I had been electrocuted and looked around.

I realized in horror that I had been sleeping with my head in his lap! I gasped and scrambled away from him, trying to figure out what had happened. I looked down to see the blanket draped over me.

"My hair...."I reached up. Where my two neat, cute braids had been there were now two ugly lopsided things. Dean shrugged.

"You're a late sleeper," he explained, "And I was bored. You were out cold---I could have dunked you in the ocean and you wouldn't have noticed,"

"I....I...." I stammered, face burning with embarassment, "I'm sorry....."

"Don't be," he said shrugging, before grinning a very irritating grin, "It was probably the best night's sleep since you got here. Admit it---you loved every minute of it," All the loathing came flooding back.

"I HATE YOU!!" I shrieked. He held his chest.

"That hurts," he said with mock pain, "Is that any way to treat the guy who let you sleep in his sweatshirt and then gave you the only blanket and let you sleep in his lap?" Fuming, I leapt to my feet and threw the blanket at him.

"I didn't want the stupid blanket anyways!" I shouted before pulling the jacket over my head and throwing that at him too, "And here is your stupid sweatshirt!" He grinned and tossed it back at me.

"Keep it," Dean told me, "For all the happy memories," I tossed it on the ground and stomped on it before stalking away towards camp.

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