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I put them on a boat!
"I know the two just need a push," Dumbledore insisted.
"Yeah Potter needs a push… off a cliff. As much as I respect you Albus; you're wrong."
"So, explain why we are doing this?" Malfoy complained, stepping carefully into the boat.
Harry wanted to laugh at his expression.
"Something about us being pure or something," Harry said, stepping into the rocky boat with Malfoy.
"Yes, but why me?" Malfoy complained.
"Scared, Malfoy?" Harry taunted.
"You wish, Potter," he scoffed.
"I could just tip us right over," Harry said teasingly, watching the blonds eyes widen in shock.
"You wouldn't dare, Potter." He tried to snarl but Harry saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
"Oh come on, it could be worse," Harry tried to reason as the small rickety boat started moving slowly away from the riverbank.
Harry noticed that Malfoy was uncomfortable and didn't realise that being in a boat so close to him was making the Slytherin nervous.
Neither boy knew the lake they were travelling on was magical; although, why else would the two be sent to talk with the Water Nymphs.
The Water Nymphs were said to be very mischievous but the teens wasn't aware just quite what they did.
Although, Dumbledore and Snape were well aware that the section of the lake they frequented, had a tendency to make you hear your unspoken desires and thoughts out loud. This was why the teachers decided to make a bet and stop wondering. Will they; won't they?
Meanwhile, the boys were sitting in the boat in relative silence, not wanting to really say what's on their mind.
As soon as they reached the area the Water Nymphs were, they started hearing things, their deepest desires, spoken out loud.
"Potter, I wish you would just grab me and kiss me, it's been so long since you have touched me," Malfoy's voice said, straight from this thoughts. Both boys blushed, noticing that Malfoy had not said a word.
"Oh, how I wish Draco would really say that," Harry's voice responded.
"What the hell?" Malfoy exclaimed aloud.
After a while every raunchy thought from both males kept coming out without them speaking, popping straight out of their minds. They realised somehow their feelings were being put on loud speaker somehow.
The Gryffindor was the first to make a move.
"What the hell," was the last thought before he scrambled over to claim the Slytherin's lips in an almost bruising kiss.
The thoughts stopped as soon as their lips touched, and they could tell from the fire there was no trick involved.
They just needed a boat, a crazy old headmaster, and some magic, to realise they have secretly been "shipped" all along.