Disclaimer - We don't own Harry Potter. This story was written by SmilingInside and Mystical Maniac as well as me, Lady lestat.
A/N: This is just a little intro to our story.
"Explain to me why I'm doing this again?" Asked Draco despairingly.
"Because we need this for the extra credit it's going to get us to become aurors. Or do you need to say the 'I am not evil, I do not want to kill anyone' mantra again?" Replied Blaise, teasingly. "Besides, we do get to stay in muggle tents. Together."
Draco looked sharply at the boy who had been making passes at him ever since he had realized girls weren't his thing at the start of the year, and grimaced. "I am going to point out two very wrong things with that picture you just painted Blaise. Number one, as I have already told you, stop making passes at me YOU KNOW I'M NOT GAY! Number two, what the hell do you mean by muggle tent?"
A few people had turned around with shocked looks on their faces at the outburst, but Blaise just blew them a sarcastic kiss and they quickly turned back to what they were doing.
"Alright everyone," announced Dumbledore in a magically magnified voice, "before we leave there are a few things we have to do. Firstly I want you all to form an orderly line so that we may temporarily confiscate your wands, as you are aware we will be spending the first week of our sixth year trip in a muggle holiday camp and will therefore be living as such in order to better our understanding of them."
As the group of Gryffindors and Slytherins reluctantly got into line, Draco was looking less than happy. Getting sulkily into the queue he made sure he wasn't directly in front of Blaise. Dumbledore smiled at each of the students as he received the wands and placed them into the strong-box before him. Draco sighed and looked longingly at his wand before thrusting it into the aged headmaster's hand and stalked off.
"And the other one, Mr Malfoy," said Dumbledore quietly, with a twinkle in his eyes.
Draco froze. "I don't know what you're talking about sir."
Blaise flashed his pearly whites in a winning grin. "Would you like me to…search him for you sir?"
Draco yanked up his trouser leg and ripped it from his sock; he smiled tightly and muttered "oops, forgot about that one," and angrily pulled Blaise by the tie over to the port key. "Merlin help me; why was I blessed with good looks and cursed with a gay friend!"
