Chapter 8

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Harry and Hermione helped Mr. Weasley to pitch the tents, but upon finishing Harry threw him a quizzical look. No doubt confused about how these two tents could fit the group.

"We will be a bit cramped". Mr. Weasley entered the tent, "come and have a look" he called.

Fred and George both walked into the tent and dragged Tara in with them, whilst Ron did the same to Hermione. When they entered, Tara staggered to stand up. She looked around there was a kitchen and separate living areas.

"Pretty decent" Tara nodded approvingly.

"Not too shabby" Fred sighed, throwing himself down on the couch.

"Well its not for too long, I borrowed it from Perkins at the office. Doesn't camp much any more, poor fellow, he's got lumbango." Mr. Weasley explained. He then picked up a kettle and asked Ron, Hermione and Harry to get water, but before they did that they had a quick tour of the tent that the girls would be sharing.

It was slightly smaller than the boys' but on the Brightside it didn't smell of cats unlike theirs.  Tara, Fred and George all left their stuff in their own tents after Harry, Ron and Hermione had left to get water and Mr. Weasley said that they could mess around a bit, before they had to go get some fire wood.

"Isn't this the life?" George sighed, sitting down around the back side of the tents. He looked up at the others and covered his eyes from the early morning, Summer sun.

"The others get hard labor, we get to relax" Fred agreed, sitting down next to his twin before laying down on his back. He closed his eyes and mumbled, "I could fall asleep"

Ginny scoffed at the sight of the two of them and kicked Fred hard in the leg, "You look ridiculous"

"You are ridiculous" he sighed, without missing a beat. He then looked up to the silhouette of the two girls standing above him, "Come on then, lie down."

"Why?" Tara laughed as she sat down next to him, "Who are you to tell us what to do?"

"I am just better in all ways" Fred shrugged as he pulled Tara down to the ground with him.

Tara sighed and lay down on her back, "If you say so"

"Oh, I do" Fred nodded grinning at the sky. He took a breath and turned to Tara, "Tee?" He hissed whilst Ginny and George laughed with each-other as George tried to pull Ginny down too.

"I told you to stop calling me that" Tara hissed back

"Look at me would you?" He chuckled.

Tara laughed and turned her head to him, "What?" She asked, covering her eyes from the sun.

He swallowed quickly before saying, "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course" Tara told him, propping herself up on an elbow and ready for anything he could tell her.

He swallowed, before shaking his head, "Nothing" he looked at the sky again

"Oh come on" she laughed, sitting up and looking down at him, "You can't just build up suspense and say 'nothing'!"

"I can" Fred nodded, sitting up also, "So I did"

"You're unbelievable" Tara sighed, standing up.

"I know" Fred shrugged, standing up also. He yawned, "Do you think we'll have time to sleep before the match?" He asked, stretching his arms over his head

"If you're smart with your time" Tara said, rubbing her tired eyes, "Or you could do that now."

"And leave all this fun?" He scoffed, "as if."

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