Last Chance

Chapter 2

"Potter, Malfoy!" Role call was now and they both stood by their cabin door ready for it.

"Right. Both here? Good." The counselor eyed them and then left.

"Get inside and just leave me alone." Draco grabbed his bag and thrust it in by the cabin door as he entered.

"Ok," Harry sighed as he opened the cabin door, and Draco was nearly finished unpacking.

I'm exhausted. Harry thought spreading his sleeping bag on the bottom bunk.

"Top bunk freak." Draco pointed to the ladder.

"No!" Harry screeched. "I get bottom deal with it."

"Fine," Draco grabbed Harry's sleeping bag rolled it up and through it out the window so it hit the soggy ground without a sound. It bounced a few feet until it stopped in a mud puddle.

"Ugh," Harry ran outside, grabbing his sleeping bag that lay a few feet from the window, where Draco was looking out laughing.

Harry just glared at him and looked down at the sleeping bag he was holding, it was muddy and he might as well just sleep without one.

Even though Draco was obnoxious, annoying, spiked hair, baggy noticeable clothes he once again remained unnoticed. He was like a gross bug or something everyone stared at it in disgust but no one came over and smashed it or even seemed interested in it.

It was sad really, how Draco tried everything in his power to get attention.

"Freak?" Draco whispered as Harry lay cold and tired from his unbearably horrid day.

"What!" Harry nearly screamed.

"I'm keeping the light on a little longer." Draco could hear Harry trying to get comfortable on the bed above him.

"No!" Harry yelled. "I want to sleep!"

"Whatever." Draco kept the light on and continued with whatever he was doing.

"What are you doing?" Harry leaned over the railing and looked down at Draco, his black hair dangling.

"Nothing." He shut the book he was holding.

"A book?" Harry laughed, his facing getting red from the blood rushing to his head. "You read?"

"Yes. Kind of." Draco blushed and threw the book under the bed.

"Could you shut the fuck up now freak?" He leaned over and shut off the light leaving them in darkness, the moon light filtering through the screen.

The wake up bell echoed at six in morning for ten minutes until finally it got so annoying everyone got up.

"Damn." Harry said rubbing the back of his neck.

Draco was sitting cross legged facing the desk with a pen in his hand and that book he had last night.

"Why are you up so early?" Harry heard the book being shut quickly and shoved into the desk. He got off the top bunk and down the ladder.

"Why do you care?" Draco swiveled in the desk chair to face Harry; his hair was flat over his face making him look adorable. The blonde messy locks covering his tired ice-cold eyes that were sarcastic but beautiful.

Harry shrugged and looked away his face feeling hot again.

"What's your problem freak?" Freak was beginning to become Harry's new nickname according to Draco.

"Nothing I'm going to change." He grabbed his uniform that was assigned to him; it wasn't exactly ugly but just plain. It was made up of a wife-beater shirt with camouflage pants.

Harry went to the bathroom and slowly took off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body. The shirt was a little tight but the pants fit him perfectly. "Ugh." He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink; he messed with his hair until he thought it looked decent.

Why did he care? It's not like there were any girls here, but for some reason he thought of Draco.

Harry put on some deodorant and unlocked the door, opening it slowly. There was Draco he was looking at his body, so exquisite so statuesque he seemed unreal. Harry gulped and continued to peak through the crack he had made. Finally he closed it without a sound.

"Oh my god…" He blushed and relaxed against the door.

"Hmm?" Draco heard the bathroom door creak but never really suspected what had just occurred.

Draco put on his shirt and grabbed his bag. "I'm leaving freak." He called out and left the cabin.

Harry let out a sigh of relief he immediately reached for the doorknob and grabbed his bag as he ran to catch up with Draco.

"Wow that was fast for a freak like you." Draco snickered and walked faster.

Harry just walked faster too as if he didn't notice the change in pace.

"Draco?" Harry whined as they walked the path.

"Freak?" He retorted.

"What are we doing today?"

The task today was brutal; Harry had been stupid to think that they weren't going to do any hard work like this.

"Conditioning!" Their counselor yelled to the row of teenagers.

The camp was split of ten squads. Harry and maybe twenty others including Draco and Manny were in squad ten.

"A thousand sit ups and push ups, five-hundred each!" He looked at the surprised faces with a smile on his face. "Special privilege to the one who finishes." Of course he knew basically everyone would fail at this.

"Ugh, holy shit." Harry looked at Draco who only smirked.

"Too hard for you freak?" He got down on his hands and knees.

"Of course not I was just sad that you won't be getting to do anything until you finish, so sad." Harry was uncertain but he knew he could try.

"Go!" The counselor yelled for them to get started .

Harry started the push-ups and so did Draco their hair dangling at their faces as they glared at one another.

Harry was breathing heavily as he got to three hundred. I can't stop I can't stop I've got to beat him. I've got to beat him.

Surprising Harry was challenging himself; Draco was influencing everything he did lately. It was like an unannounced war that raged between them, for success and domination over each other.

Harry was sweating, he felt drips of sweat roll down his cheeks, he was clenching his teeth sharp breaths came from him.

He stopped dead as Draco cried out in agony. "Ugh freak I'm going to beat your ass!"

Harry blushed he couldn't continue, he fell on his face into the dirt in exhaustion. "Damn it." He managed to say, his arms felt like jelly.

"I told you freak!" Draco laughed and continued until finally he finished all the required push ups and started on the sit ups.

"I told you so." He sang out, but Harry could hear he was exhausted his heavy breathing and the smell of his sweat and cologne.

Harry blushed again as he lifted himself off the ground. The counselor was gone, and all the others were sitting talking with one another.

"Harry!" He turned around and saw Manny sitting alone.

"Hey." Harry walked up to him wiping the sweat from his eyes.

"Draco always wins don't worry about it." Manny patted him on the back but then looked at his hand in disgust. "Sweat much?"

"Ha, yeah." Harry couldn't keep his eyes off Draco; his whole body was just so- he didn't know how to describe it well enough.

"Does Draco always wear his hair spiked?" Harry looked over at Manny who was staring at him in disbelief.

"Hmm, I don't know. What's up with you Harry?" Manny crossed his chubby legs and drew pictures in the dirt.

Harry loved Draco when he had his hair down like he did right then. "Nothing, it's just I like it when it's down."

"What!" Manny laughed at the state Harry was in.

"I was joking." He lied and glanced over at Manny his face was defiantly laughable.

His chubby chipmunk cheeks were red as a tomato. "Right." Manny gave him thumbs up.

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