Marauder's Daughter (Eventual Tom Riddle X OC)

Chapter 39: Camping

"Good morning, gorgeous." I hear a groggy voice say to me as I stir awake, and realize I'm not in Ginny's room anymore, then remembering I walked to the twin's room nearly entirely asleep last night.

"Morning." I say sleepily, then realize it wasn't Fred or George who greeted me. "Wait." I open my eyes and see it's Charlie I'm sprawled out on top of, and look to my left and see Bill smiling slyly at us from the next bed. "You aren't the twins." I point out lamely, not bothering to get up.

"No darling, we aren't. Shame you chose his bed last night." Bill says coyly as he stands up.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask them both, turning my face to look at Charlie sleepily again. I'm not that much of a morning person, especially after barely sleeping last night, and frankly Charlie is very comfortable. Though I am becoming very aware of how entangled our legs are, and of how close our faces are to each other.

"We've been in this room the whole time. Didn't you know?" Charlie smirks at me, his cheeks red from my close proximity. "The twins are up with Ron and Harry."

"That's way too many people in that little room." I observe. "Especially since George snores as bad as you." I smirk at him, finally waking up.

"You didn't seem to mind." He grins back at me, sitting up with me as I finally move off him.

"It was therapeutic. Like white noise." I lean against his chest as we stay seated there, both too lazy to get up fully.

"Breakfast, boys." Molly says, opening the door and spotting us all there and awake. "Abigail? What on earth are you doing in here? Charlie! Put on a shirt!" She screeches at her son, and I only just then realize he's shirtless. It's probably why he was so comfortable to sleep next to last night.

"Or leave it off, the view is great." I smirk at him as I stand up. "Working with dragons agrees with you, Charlie." I wink at him and giggle flirtaciously before I leave, watching the blush spread to his entire upper torso. He really does look good, I can't help being a bit of a flirt with him. I put those less than innocent thoughts out of my head though as I go and wake up the boys while Molly continues to scold Charlie as if my being in there was his fault while Bill laughs and doesn't defend him at all.

The boys are all slow to getting up, but eventually they all get out of bed. I had to throw Ron out of his bed onto the floor because he wouldn't budge, which effectively woke all of them up as most of us laughed while Ron started to argue with me. He's just like Charlie and doesn't handle embarrassment well, so he was also scarlet in the face. 

While everyone headed down to breakfast, the twins and I secretly snuck their prank products into the open and waiting bags in all the rooms, but leaving some of the duds in our pockets in case Molly catches us. This way, if she destroys the products, we don't care and it looks more believable.

Sure enough, as we were heading out the door, Molly went off once she spotted a wrapper in George's pocket and used her summoning spell on all three of us. The contents of my pockets flew towards her and we all put up a very believable fuss as she threw them away. We walked away looking dejected, but once we all were a good distance away from Molly, we grinned mischievously to each other.

"Oh that's not a good look." Harry sighs out tiredly when he spotted my face.

"Look who's learning, my precious pack mule." I pinched his cheek obnoxiously before we started to climb up the hill to where the portkey will be.

I took off at a sprint ahead of everyone, going up and taunting them all from the top of each landing as they struggled their way up. Even the quidditch players were struggling, but poor Hermione was dying from the exercise. Harry was the only one remotely doing ok, and that was thanks to all my training I put him through this last year. I didn't give him a break over the summer either, and took to training him in the forest by our cottage every day and getting him better at parkour.