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Chapter 3: The School Trip

"Harry! Harry, have you heard?" The ebony haired teen lay soundly in his four-poster bed, sleeping lightly as the shouting entered the room in the form of his best friend. Ron immediately began the painstaking task of managing his excitement while waking Harry up simultaneously. The freckled teen continued, his voice unable to retain his emotions. "There's a school trip coming up! Only a few people are going to get to go; you and me are two of them!"

Harry mumbled half asleep trying his best to go back to sleep while still managing to give Ron a sufficient answer, "Ugh…what? Is Hermione going?"

"Oh, yeah. She's going but more importantly Malfoy is going too!" replied Ron quickly.

"Oh...Great," his response was muffled into his pillow as he turned over, and slipped back into his restful sleep.

For the next two weeks everything happened in a blur. There were preparations, preparations, and more preparations to be done and with such a select amount of students there was only so much that they could do before collapsing under the workload. They had all their normal duties, double homework so that they would be caught up when they got back, and all the setting up's and organization for the trip to be done. But later, all the work was done, and they were packed and ready to go.

"Is everybody ready?" professor McGonagall called out over the room full of teeming voices. She paused, "yes? Well then, everybody follow me."

"Oh I'm so excited; this trip will be really educational," exclaimed Hermione, almost trembling in anticipation.

"Is that all you think about, how educational things are?" questioned Ron mockingly.

"Well, no…not exactly," mumbled Hermione looking a bit put out.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Ron reaching for her hands. "Could we kiss and make up?" he leaned in and gave her a light peck on the lips, he pulled back a second to look into her eyes then leaned in again and gave her a full kiss.

"Ahem," coughed Harry.

"Oh, sorry got a bit carried away," muttered Ron apologetically.

"Yeah well…" Harry gave a small laugh, "hold it in until you're alone at least."

"Mmm…I'll have to remember that, for next time," Ron joked only slightly kidding.

Five hours, ten minutes later they arrived at their destination. Though the atmosphere was almost cheerful there could be her one sarcastic tone over the other hearty conversations among friends. "It's a big field with a couple of wooden huts, mmm luxury," moaned a very aggravated Malfoy.

"We are sleeping in tents," said McGonagall scouring over at Malfoy. As their eyes met Harry could almost say that they were glaring the other down, almost. "Ah. Here comes the site manager," she continued tearing her gaze from the challenging eyes.

"Hi there, I'm you're site manager; Stan. I'll be showing you around the camp." After the short introduction he turned and pointed in a nearby direction. "This is where you will shower," he explained.

"That," Malfoy said indicating the directing the man had just pointed to, "is a wooden hut. Do you expect us to shower in there? You must be joking," Malfoy smirked.

"Nope, I ain't joking. It's all in there: shower, bath, toilet, sink, all the essentials." The students looked around shiftily. But Stan took no notice, "right then carrying on."

After walking round seeing all the essentials they had finished their tour. Stan led them to the camping grounds and instructed them as to how their tents were to be set up and finally, they were getting ready for bed.

"Hey, after the hot chocolate I'm going to take a shower,"informed Harry to the others.

"Ya, sure"muttered Ron engrossed in his packet of marshmallows, Harry wasn't even sure he was actually listening. But outside, someone was listening to the conversation carefully, and was smirking viciously.

Harry grabbed a towel andhis wash thingsand walked over to the shower block. Stripping off his clothes he reached over and turned on the showerhead. He had just begun to wash when he heard the door open and close and then lock.

"Whose the..." he was cut suddenly as someone slapped their hand over his mouth. There was a pause, as the other seemed to take hold of the situation, getting him into a rather tight position in which he could not move. The person began to gently kiss Harry's neck and jaw line. He tried to turn around but the stranger wouldn't let him, he grabbed a scarf and tied it over Harry's eyes, blinding him of who it was.

It was then he managed to turn round. Suddenly he felt a hand reach out and grab his member, "what..." he tried to blurt out, but was again stopped. Soft, tender lips touched Harry's: kissing him smoothly. Harry lost himself for a moment under the pleasure; he kissed back taking himself by surprise, suddenly he realized what he was doing and pulled back enough to speak. "No! Stop, we can't do this..." he tried pushing himself further away from his admirer.

"Stay we won't get caught." Replied a husky voice into his ear.

"Malfoy?" exclaimed Harry ripping off the scarf. "What? W-why, YOU!"

"Yes it's me, yet you want it, you crave it, you know you like it."

"No! Well...maybe..." his voice faltered. "No, look what the hell is going on?" he finally asked his mind was too fluttered to figure it out on his own.

"I've seen you looking at me; that is I've seen the way you look at me. I see it in your eyes.

"Wha? Well, maybe…. Oh I don't know! Just stop this I-I can't handle this," Harry made a move to leave but Malfoy stopped him. He was glancing downwards towards his privates when he realized that he was still naked. Reaching down he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around him self.

"Would it make you feel better if I we're the same as you?" Malfoy spoke, starting to undo his buttons.

"NO." Harry said firmly and moved quickly to Malfoy, reaching out his hand to stop him. When he grabbed Malfoy's hand he found himself mere inches away from Malfoy, they were so close Harry could feel the heat from Malfoy's breath.

"Yes," whispered Malfoy, locking his lips with Harry's. He thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth and massaged Harry's tongue with his own. Harry's tense shoulders loosened a little bit and he relaxed. Malfoy noticed this immediately and carried on with taking his clothes off. Harry removed his hand from Malfoy's shoulder and started undoing Malfoy's silk trousers. They shared a night of passion together.

End Chapter

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