Tented

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It was too much.... really it was. Being stuck in a dirty, wet tent with Harry bloody fucking Potter for nearly a month with no break was more than any living human being should ever have to endure in one lifetime, and Draco Malfoy had had more than enough of Harry bloody fucking bloody Potter to last him a hundred lifetimes thank you very much, and was just one more, just ONE more mind you, long suffering sigh away from from hexing Harry bloody fucking Potter into oblivion and sod the consequences.

What with werewolves howling in the nearby woods, a constant lack of food and sleep and Harry bloody fucking bloody Potter doing some serious tap dancing all along his very last nerve, it would be safe to say that Draco was feeling just a teeny bit stressed .

All in all having Potter glued to his ass like an inflamed carbuncle for four fucking weeks while searching for a rogue dragon had not been conductive to Draco's mental stability.

Which was why he was at the moment, crouched down in the middle of their tent digging frantically with their only spoon and thinking how much Auror duties sucked rancid dog dicks .

"Erm... Draco?"....... Potter eyed him warily.

Draco ignored him and flung another spoon full of dirt.

"Draco?"

Ignore ........ fling.

"MALFOY!!"

Draco sighed, apparently Potter was tired of being ignored.

"What Potter??" Malfoy spat, glaring a particularly deadly death glare as he “accidently” flung a huge spoonful of dirt across Potters sleeping bag.

"What are you doing?" asked Potter, staring at Draco like he was an escaped mental patient.

“China”

"Huh?"

Draco sighed loudly, “China Potter." He stabbed the dirt viciously with his spoon.“I'm digging to China as it appears that that is the only way ill be rid of your annoying arse any time soon.”

"Ahhhhhh...." Harry chewed his bottom lip nervously. "Well ... I was thinking maybe I might go do a little fishing since its finally stopped raining."

( Two weeks, two bloody fucking weeks of rain everyday and Draco had long since given up on caring whether or not they actually captured the creature they were after. No. By this time he would have gladly sold his Grandmere Malfoy to muggle's to be used as the star in a Tiajuana donkey show for a hot bath, some hair gel and the chance to shit in an actual toilet, and that dragon could just go to hell.)

Draco paused in his flinging to glance at Harry.

“Fishing sounds like a brilliant idea Potter.”

He couldn’t help grinning just a little insanely at the delicious thought of actually having a few moments to himself. Draco had always cherished his alone time, mostly because he enjoyed his own company so much more than he did anyone else.

"I was beginning to think it would never stop." Harry said. "We could both use a little time alone since it has though, don’t you think??"

Draco smirked up at the him, Harry Potter, his royal highness, the crown prince of understatement.

"Does Dumbledore shit in the woods Potter?" He quipped.

"Ummm ..... ill just take that as a yes." Harry said.

Draco gleefully rubbed his hands together as Potter began gathering up his fishing gear.

Time alone. Oh' sweet privacy how I love thee. Draco nearly whimpered at the thought.

Of course Draco didn’t kid himself that he was only one hanging on by a thread either.

Just yesterday he had awoken to discover..........

Oh God! ....... It was just too gruesome to think about!

He had awakened to discover........

POTTER BRAIDING HIS HAIR !!!!!!!!!!!! HORRIBLY AWFULLY BADLY !!!!!!!!!!! (apparently self taught)

He shuddered. Dreadlocks did nothing for the git, Harry's hair still stood straight out and with those magnifying lenses of his it just made him look like an extremely surprised octopus.

Even shock treatments probably couldn’t remove the memory of that sight from his brain.

He glanced back at Potter who was wrestling with the load of gear and losing the fight badly.

Yep ..... the golden boy was definitely losing it too.

They were both in desperate need of some time away from each other.
He watched Harry struggle with the gear.

"Forget you’re a wizard AGAIN Potter?" He drawled.

"Huh?"

"The gear" ..... "just shrink it" .

"Oh" Potter blushed quite prettily.

He swiftly shrank the gear down and put it in his pocket.

“See you in a while then Malfoy." He said as he exited the tent grinning.

Draco breathed a massive sigh of relief .

Alone at last!


Tented (part two)

PART TWO ( that mirror is such a slut )


After four weeks of smothering Draco finally felt as though he could breath again.

He closed his eyes and just reveled in the silence, having no Potter blabbing his head off was a truly wonderful thing .

Quickly he stripped and cast a scourgify, first on his clothes and then on himself, you could do it while wearing the clothes but Draco never felt really clean that way. No, to get really clean you have to get naked .

He pulled out his hand mirror and brushed his silky blonde hair so that it hung in a soft curtain of moonlight across his shoulders.

The mirror winked at him and whistled, Draco blew a kiss and smirked back, he loved a good slutty mirror.

He watched as his image lifted its hand up to its mouth and it sucked its index finger in then slowly it lowered its hand so the finger lightly circled one pink nipple.

Draco groaned at the sight and felt himself stiffen.

It had been so long since he’d had sex and trying to wank with Saint Potter in the tent was just unthinkable.

He brought his own hand up and wrapped long elegent fingers around his swollen flesh, thumb lightly circling and smearing his precum all over the pink mushroom head and moaned .

Damn that Potter anyway!

Apparently Perfect Potter never had to shit, piss, wank or even fart. If he did Draco had seen no evidence because Potter NEVER left the tent .

NEVER.

It was one of lifes little mysteries and Draco might have worked to try to find the answer if only the very thought of Potter doing any of those things even remotely near him didn’t make him feel just a little queasy and lightheaded and so a mystery it would remain.

He didn’t want to know.

He chuckled to himself, he had always suspected Potter was full of shit .

He lay down on his sleeping bag and stretched out like a cat. A slow smile curled his lips and he reached for the mirror and angled it just right. He gave his reflection his best come-slither look .

Damn, but he was sexy! He watched himself greedily as his long fingers curled around his now aching erection and began to pump slowly.

It felt good, it felt so damn good.

He looked deep into his own eyes and then grinned back at himself, teasing the tiny slit in the head with his thumb then pumping his cock a little harder.

Suddenly he noticed something in the mirror, something sliver behind his head.

Oh Merlin!

It couldn’t be!!

Draco rolled to his side to stare in horror at the fishing net that Potter had obviously lost in his struggle with the gear.

No , no , no , no , no , nonoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If Potter noticed it was missing he would definitely come back for it.

Wait, wait, he thought to himself, no need to panic.

It was at least a fifteen minute walk to the lake from their tent ( it wasnt safe to camp closer due to the many " creatures " that came there to drink . ), and Potter had no reason to be checking his gear until he got there so that would give him at least a thirty minute time frame in which to enjoy his privacy before Potter's return.

Its really not very hard to convince yourself of something if its what you want to believe anyway, and so Draco lay back and closed his eyes and began to stroke himself with a soft sigh of need.

At that same moment on his way to the lake, Harry Potter decided he needed to check his gear.



part three :( life sucks )


Harry Potter grumbled to himself as he trudged down the muddy foot trail that would lead him to the lake.

All in all, he thought, my life sucks.

Oh sure there had been a few highlights such as killing Voldermort , kissing Ginny and that time he had caught Uncle Vernon bent over in a pink thong but really it had all been down hill from there.

Harry pouted.

Why oh why did he ever take this assignment?

It had sounded so exciting, chasing dragons, but the reality was that dragons had proven themselves to be much more elusive than he had ever thought possible and so he ended up spending most of his time trapped in a tent with Draco “ My shit don’t stink and even if it did your nose is too poor to smell it," Malfoy.

Harry sighed, maybe some time alone and some fresh fish for dinner tonight would do both he and Malfoy some good.

If not, Harry was becoming more and more afraid that he just might have to murder Lucius's baby boy in his sleep.

In the past four weeks Malfoy had argued incessantly with Harry, disagreed with every single thing he said and mocked his hairdo. The git would never know how close he had come to being hexed unconscious.

Harry sighed again, always riding the ragged edge of disaster, that was Draco.

He had looked awfully cute though, squatting there in the middle of their tent, an insane glitter in his eyes as he attempted to dig to China with a spoon like a maniac.

The fact that he did indeed find Malfoy cute ( adorable , sexy , ect .... ) did absolutely nothing to improve Harry's black mood.

What right did Malfoy have to be so damn good looking anyway?

He didn’t deserve it to be sure. Malfoy was like a doughnut wrapped around a turd. It might look good from the outside, but once you saw what was underneath you still didn’t want any.

Harry reached into his pocket and drew out his gear.
Hooks ( check )
Pole ( check )
Line ( check )
Bait ( check )
Net ( check ) ......... er check?

He reached back in his pocket, sure it had to be there some where.

Oh fuck!

He must have left it back at the tent.
Grumbling even louder, Harry turned and headed back towards Malfoy.