With a heavy sigh, Harry Potter dropped the rucksack he was carrying and looked over at his two best friends, both rather red in the face and panting in the heat. The sight of the two of them exhausted and smiling at each other happily caused a slight pang in his chest. A year ago he never would have thought this possible. Here they were, on the top of a goddamn mountain, surrounded by their classmates, with no threat of a dark lord looming over their heads. Those who had survived the war and chosen to resume their studies had returned to Hogwarts for an eighth year, in order to complete their NEWTs. As a new school requirement, all students were required to take a Muggle Studies class, in order to provide a better understanding of muggles and muggle-born wizards and prevent any more young witches and wizards from following in the Death Eaters' footsteps. As a 'special treat' for the eighth year students, their new Muggle Studies professor, Professor Scherzkeks, had taken them all on a muggle-style camping trip. Harry was elated. He had never been camping with the Dursleys, Petunia had never condoned any activities which required cooking over an open fire, or sleeping on the ground. He was broken out of his train of thought by the shrill voice of Professor Scherzkeks, a thin, business-like professor with curly hair which rivaled Hermione's and a glare almost as intimidating as Professor McGonagall's.
"Gather 'round students, you'll all have a break in a minute. First we must sort out our sleeping arrangements for the night. Headmaster Mcgonagall has asked me to enforce house unity by partnering students from different houses, so I have taken the liberty of compiling a list of who will be sharing a tent with whom."
Harry groaned. He had been hoping to share a tent with Ron, he just knew he'd be paired with….
"Draco Malfoy, You're with Mr. Potter, go and set up your tent now please."
He knew it! Whenever their Professors decided to promote 'house unity' he always got partnered with Malfoy. It was just his luck. Sighing again, he grabbed his pack and headed towards the pointy-faced git. He might as well set up the tent now, so that he could spend the rest of the evening with his friends.
"Hey Scarhead" Malfoy called out as he approached.
"Shove off. Let's just pitch the tent and get it over with."
Malfoy flipped him the two-fingered salute and wandered off towards a patch of trees nearby. He dropped his pack and looked expectantly at Harry.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to put up this blasted muggle tent?"
"Like hell I'm doing all of the work"
But several minutes later found Harry struggling with the tent while Draco stood and made snide comments about Harry's failure to do anything properly. If Harry had looked up, he might have noticed the softness in Draco's eyes as he said it, or the way that those same stormy grey eyes followed him as he worked, occasionally sneaking peeks at his ass as he bent over. However, the Boy-Who-Lived was as oblivious as a crumple horned snorkack.
Draco swore. If he had to hear that fucking "kumbaya" song one more fucking time he was going to hex somebody. If only they had actually been allowed to bring their wands. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough he could perform an incantation wandless. He was getting desperate enough. He threw down the boring, non-exploding muggle playing cards that made no sense and glared at Blaise.
"What?" Blaise asked, setting down his hand.
"I fucking hate camping" Draco whined petulantly.
"We know, dear," Pansy sighed, leaning against Blaise's shoulder and staring up at the stars, "so do we all".
Draco stared into the pathetic fire Blaise and Theo had managed to make, after hours of rubbing a stick against flint. He turned around to look at the bonfire those stupid Gryffindorks had managed, and glared at them all as if daring them to sing another fucking campfire song. Most people had turned in for the night, but Draco was avoiding entering that miniscule tent he was meant to share with Potter.
"Time for me to head to bed," Pansy said, standing up and brushing off her jeans with a disgusted look at her muggle-attired legs and the dirt encrusting them. Her face brightened "Not that I mind. I'll have Brown questioning her sexuality by morning, believe you me!" She cackled and headed off to her tent.
"At least someone's appreciating this house unity bullshit," Theo said glumly. "I'm stuck with that Ernie kid. He smells like toadstools."
Draco sighed and slowly got to his feet. He might as well try to fall asleep before Potter got in the tent, maybe that way he could pretend like he wasn't sharing a tent with a specky prat. He trudged towards his tent and had to bend himself almost in half in order to enter it. The tent really couldn't have been any smaller. It was too hot and stuffy in the tent, so he stripped down to his pants and slid into what Professor Scherzkeks had called a "sleeping pouch" or some such nonsense. He felt like a fucking flobberworm, and wiggled to and fro, giggling slightly. He stilled suddenly, hearing footsteps approaching. Please please please don't let it be Potter he thought to himself desperately, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in his flobberworm getup. Sure enough, there was the sound of a zip being pulled down, and the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-The-Bane-Of-Draco's-Existence popped his head into the tent.
"Hey Malfoy, could you move over a bit? I'm coming in now."
"If you hadn't noticed I'm already at the edge of the tent. If I moved over any further I'd knock the whole tent over, thanks to your shoddy attempt at setting it up."
Harry muttered something that sounded suspiciously like snarky bastard before the zip was pulled down further and Harry pitched himself rather haphazardly into the tent, half landing on Draco.
"Watch it Potter!" Draco shouted, glaring daggers at the outline of Harry's unkempt hair.
"Sorry" Harry mumbled, scooting over while simultaneously divesting himself of his shirt and trousers. Draco flushed scarlet and emitted a sound that was definitely, no way, no way in hell near a squeak before sliding his head further into his flobberworm suit until nothing but his eyes were poking out. Harry was obliviously removing his glasses and sliding into his own flobberworm sleeping pouch. Both boys remained in an awkward silence, twisting and turning, and sweating in their sleeping bags until Harry swore and sat up.
"It's too fucking hot in here" he muttered while climbing out of his sleeping bag. Draco waited another quarter of an hour before he couldn't take it anymore and mimicked potter, gladly divesting himself of his flobberworm suit. Eventually, both boys fell asleep.
It was pitch dark when Harry awoke, finding himself wrapped around something deliciously soft and moving. Yes, something was definitely moving against him, and he belatedly noticed that his cock was hard and rubbing against something that felt suspiciously like an ass. Half asleep, Harry relished the feel of the warmth sliding against his cock, the pressure against it, and the smoothness of whatever it was his torso was up against. It took several minutes for him to register that it was a body, and then his whole body went rigid. It wasn't just any body he was wrapped around and apparently rutting against, it was Draco Malfoy's body.
FUCK!
What should he do? Should he move? It felt so good….but it was a boy! And Malfoy! FUCK!
Slowly, hesitantly, Harry attempted to pry himself away from the blonde body, pausing as Malfoy's breathing shifted. And then, Merlin help him, Malfoy fucking moaned. It started as a whimper, and then grew deeper, harder, and fuck it all, Malfoy was having a wet dream. He was rubbing his ass against Harry's cock and moaning. Slowly, carefully, Harry managed to disentangle himself. But Circe, he was still hard. And Malfoy's persistent moaning wasn't helping matters. Harry huffed and turned to face the wall of the tent, his face flushed and his heart beating in his throat. Trying not to think of how much he wanted to rub his cock against Malfoy's arse until he came, trying not to think about how Malfoy's moans were causing his prick to pulse and his heart to race. He placed a hand over his prick, trying to quell it, calm it down, but the feeling of his hand, heavy on his oversensitive cock, was too enticing. Slowly, fearfully, he began to rub his hand over the front of his pants, stimulating his cock and pushing his foreskin back and forth, brushing against his glans. He squeezed his eyes shut. He was not wanking in a tent with Malfoy moaning next to him. He was not wanking in a tent with Malfoy. Fuck, wanking with Malfoy! His mind raced at the thought of what it would be like to wank with Malfoy, to stare into his grey eyes as he pulled one off, for his gaze to fall lower, to watch Malfoy jerk himself off. Harry paused in his fantasizing as Malfoy shifted. Belatedly, Harry realized that he had ceased moaning. In a heavy, sleep filled voice, Malfoy mumbled
"C'mon Blaise, you're not having all of the fun without me, are you?" and turned towards Harry. Harry risked a glance at Malfoy's face and realized that Malfoy's eyes were still closed. He thought Harry was Zabini! Harry's mind raced. What should he do? Should he speak? Should he attempt to wake Malfoy? Was Malfoy even asleep anymore? Harry was frozen in shock. Draco's breathing was even and heavy and he moaned again. Asleep, then. Harry turned back around, suddenly acutely aware of Malfoy's proximity to Harry. He could feel the heat emanating from Malfoy's skin, could feel Malfoy's breath against his neck. Suddenly, Malfoy flung an arm across Harry and shifted even closer. Harry was trying not to hyperventilate. What the fuck should he do? His brain stopped as he felt what was unmistakably a very hard, very large cock brush against his rear end. And fuck all if it didn't cause Harry's prick to jump and his face to flush to an even deeper red, if that were even possible. Suddenly, Malfoy clutched Harry even tighter and started rolling his hips. Harry squeaked. He was definitely, no way in hell, dear Merlin, definitely not in any way turned on by this. Malfoy moaned and mumbled again,
"Circe, Blaise, you feel so good. Wanna fuck you"
Harry couldn't help it anymore. He was too turned on. He cautiously moved his hand back towards his prick. Slowly, very slowly, he rubbed back and forth, simultaneously moving his hips ever so slightly back towards Malfoy. He was rewarded when Malfoy's humping grew even harder, his prick sliding between Harry's arse cheeks and causing Harry to rub himself even faster. Suddenly, he felt Malfoy's hand creeping towards his prick. Harry froze again. There was no way Malfoy was doing this in his sleep anymore. Any minute he was going to realize that it was Harry and punch Harry in the face, or worse, tell everyone that Harry was getting off to Malfoy humping him in his sleep. He had no time to act before Malfoy's hand was circling his prick and he felt a soft kiss placed against his neck.
"I thought you had given up these nighttime fucks," Malfoy mumbled thickly. Suddenly, Harry felt Malfoy's whole body tense, his hand stilling over Harry's prick and his head moving back away from Harry's neck. Suddenly Malfoy's hand withdrew completely as he swore.
….to be continued