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Like Father, Like Son, right? by Ih8Voldemort
Chapter 5 : Trust is Overrated Anyway
 
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***

This was it, the day I had been dreading.

I was officially insane.

Mad. Batty. Bonkers.

Crazy.

Malfoy opened his mouth.

Ah, great. He was gonna talk. Ugh. Why couldn't all guys just be like James, not speaking much, just giving the occasional grunt or fart.

He cleared his throat.

Oh God.

"Uh, what happened to punching me in the face and calling me Death Eater spawn?"

Lexi gasped."You said that? Who SAYS that?"

Whoa, stress much?

I sighed heavily. This was waaaaaay too much to deal with at.....[checks alarm clock].....6:00 IN THE MORNING!!!!

"Lexi! What is your problem?! It is 6 o'clock in the FLIPPING morning! Get OUT!" She backed out of the tent, knowing not to bother me at this time in the morning. Smart girl.

Or, I should say, bother me MORE.

Okay, time to face my doom.

I turned to Malfoy.

His eyes were wide. "You DID ask for help, right?" I slumped.

"Um, no...? It was all a dream?" I hung my head.

It wasn't my fault that my responses were awful - it SIX O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, in case you didn't know.

He sighed. "Right. Well, we just have to share this tent for the next two weeks and we will be free to hate each other in peace, okay? I'm going to go and get some breakfast."

He crawled past me, out of the tent flap.

He was right. Gah, never thought I'd say that. Ever.

I sat there, stunned.

"You know, you could always just kill him. Then you wouldn't have to share a tent with him anymore." a sly voice came from behind me.

"Lexi get OUT!" I yelled, without turning around.

"Okay, okay. I'm going. Jeez." I heard a rustling sound and sum streamed in from the open flap.

I stretched. Guess I had to get up, then.

***

As soon as I arrived at the campfire, Hugo started laughing.

Prat.

"Not looking so hot, Rosie. We weren't expecting you until at least ten." Albus said, grinning.

I should seriously just give them tags saying 'warning, prat. highly irritating.' It would save me a lot of time. And pain.

Speaking of pains... "Where's Lex?"

Albus blushed, as per usual. He seemed to do that a lot recently. I gave him a weird look, and turned to Hugo.

"She's um...over there, in the trees. With Malfoy."

I blinked. What?!

Hugo shook his head. "I thought she and I could have been friends. Alas, no longer."

What a weirdo. nobody even says 'alas' anymore.

"Dude, no one says that these days." Sometimes I swear Al can read my mind.

"Well, I'm gonna go back to my tent."

"Bye Violet," they chorused, grinning at me. I shook my head and smiled at them before ducking under my tent flap and flopping onto my sleeping bag.

***

"Alright gang, we're going to be working on something very important today. Trust." Alora's voice rang out, inciting some disgruntled groans from several people.

"So get into partners, no, you don't get to pick who you're with. Partner up with your tent mate." I rolled my eyes.

Give me a break.

I turned around to look for Malfoy. And nearly banged into a tree.

Malfoy caught my elbow just before it smashed into the tree.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"What?! Did you just say thank you?"

Hey, I hate him, but I'm not RUDE!

"Never mind." I sighed, turning back to Ally.

"So, we are going to be doing some simple trust exercises. Start with catching."

I looked at Malfoy. "Dude, you're gonna have to catch me, 'cause there is no way in HELL that I'm going to be able to catch YOU."

He snickered. "Yeah, sure. Turn around and hold your arms out."

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. He was being too nice.

"What are you staring at, Weasley? Get your ass over here and hold your arms out."

Ah, there was the charming Scorpius Malfoy I knew.

***

Three sore butts and one headache later, I turned to Malfoy and said, "Okay, you've had your fun. Now just freakin' CATCH me, for once. Please?"

As you can see, I was having loads of fun.

Not.

"Whatever Weasley, I'll catch you if I want to catch you. Also, you keep twisting your body strangely at the last second."

I stared at him.

"Oh I see. So this is all MY fault, is it?" I shot back at him.

"Yes, it kinda is!"

"Well fine, if you don't like working with me, then you can just shove it up your - !"

"Miss Weasley, Mr Malfoy, kindly refrain from arguing and/or physical violence. Some people are trying to concentrate."

Yeah right, if they really were trying to concentrate, then why were they watching us like we were their favourite soap opera? Huh?

I turned to the person addressing us.

"I am very sorry, Professor Flitwick, we did not mean to distract the other pairs, Scorpius and I were simply having a slight disagreement about the exercise."

Understatement of the century.

Malfoy snorted disbelievingly. Yup, he definitely agreed with me.

Huh, that was a first.

"Oh, alright then. As long as you two keep it down." Professor Flitwick squeaked.

He turned around and hurried over to Lexi and Al, who were trying to stuff an unfortunate sixth year into a sleeping bag they had nicked from....

....HEY, THAT SLEEPING BAG WAS MINE!!!

"Oi! Lexi! You can't fit a sixth former in that sleeping bag!" i thought I heard Scorpius sigh as I ran over to them, leaving him standing behind me, still holding his arms out.

Nah, it must have been my imagination.

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