Our Choices Define Us

A/N: Omg! I’m soooo sorry!! It’s been forever since I updated! I fell like a douche =( Well this is unbeta’d. It’s with her now, but since it’s been so long I decided to just send it out now. This is probably going to be the last chapter until after New Years. I’m going on vacation, leaving Xmas Eve and coming back on New Years day. ((which sucks, I’m missing all the partys out here lol)) So unless I get one out super fast ((which could happen given I get lots of reviews full of encouragement *winkwinknudgenudge*)) this is it ‘till at least after I get back. Sorry to leave you guys hangin like this and not posting for a while.

Chapter Eleven

"Finally!" Emily exclaimed as they reached the clearing. "I swear to god, if I had to carry this thing for one more minute, I was gunna flip."

Harry just rolled his eyes. He loved Emily to death, but she tended to complain a lot. He wanted to get some alcohol in her, she was a happy drunk.

"Then why didn't you just levitate it?" Draco asked like it would have been the most obvious thing to do.

"I don't like to use magic for everything. I don't want to end up relying on my wand for things that I could easily do without it. But now, it is time for the bonfire to commence!"

Harry watched on as Emily made quick work of getting some large stones to arrange themselves in a circle and summoning big, dry branches. Within no time there was a fire roaring in the pit.

“Alright, everything’s set up. Now it’s time for s’mores!” Harry exclaimed, his mood instantly changing from indifferent to bubbly excitement. He absolutely adored s’mores. He’d been hooked on them since he first tried the gooey treat. Harry reached for the bag, only to have it quickly snatched away by Emily.

“Not so fast, buddy. If you think you’re gunna ruin my surprise by tearing through this, you’re wrong.” Emily said as she kept the bag clutched to her chest and glared at Harry childishly.

“Fine! Whatever, just give me my s’mores!” Harry pouted. It had been a whole month since he had a taste of heaven.

Draco and Blaise watched the scene with no small amount of amusement. It was like watching two three year olds fighting over a toy.

Harry watched Emily pull out everything they would need to make the s’mores, sulking slightly. Harry knew he was being immature, but he didn’t particularly care. He loved his s’mores. I think I’m allowed to be attached to something, he thought. Taking a second look, Harry just brushed his behavior off as Emily rubbing off on him.

He broke of his self reflection in favor of taking the long stick that Emily handed to him. He stuck a fluffy marshmallow on the end and began roasting it. He looked into the flames, appreciating the sight until Draco’s whine shattered his thought process.

“There’s no way I’m using that thing to cook something I plan on eating,” Draco complained. Harry looked over at Blaise, who was burning his own marshmallow, and rolled his eyes. Blaise just chuckled. “Isn’t there anything more… sanitary than that filthy stick?”

“Well, duh, but using those is no fun. So shut up, take the damn stick and roast your marshmallow. It’s not like you’ll die… and don’t you even dare say that you’re above it.” Emily said, and shoved the stick at Draco, who had no choice to grab it, for fear that the sharp stick would pierce his stomach. He looked at the look of content ecstasy on Harry’s face and took a marshmallow for himself, pushing the thoughts that Harry’s expression provoked.

Harry didn’t notice Draco; he was busy enjoying the lovely thing that was a s’more.

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About half an hour later, the group found themselves engaged in a game of I’ve Never.

“Alright, my turn…” Harry said after taking a gulp from his beer can. “Umm… I’ve never used a spell to fix my hair.” He smirked at Draco.

“Well, if I didn’t know better, Mr. Potter, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk. I wonder why that would be.” Draco said smirking at Harry’s blush.

“Oh yeah, Draco, Harry’s gunna get you drunk and then have his naughty way with you.” Emily joked, winking at Draco.

“Ha! You’re fucking hilarious.” Harry said as he glared at Emily. If she didn’t close her mouth soon, Draco would find out that he really did want to have his naughty way with him. That was something that Harry would not let happen, he wanted to surprise Draco. Yeah, Harry knew he wanted Draco, bad. He listened to that part of his nagging conscience. He had selected hearing, however.

“Shut up, you stupid cannibal!” Emily playfully retorted.

Harry’s face turned red as he defended himself. “It’s not like I knew what it meant.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Blaise questioned.

“Teehee, the snake tattoo Harry has on his arm is a sign of a cannibal. At least that’s what I heard and I use it to tease him every once in a while.” Emily explained and smiled widely at Harry, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Very nice, Harry,” Draco said with a smirk. He turned to Emily, who was staring at him. “What?”

“Why do you smirk so much?”

Draco looked at Emily, confused. “I don’t know I just do.”

“Oh, ok then. Hmm… wonder what we shall do now…” Emily said with a glint in her eyes. Everyone knew that she thought of something and had no reason to bother with asking.

“Does it have to do with the ‘surprise’ in your bag?” Harry asked.

“Nope, that’s for later and not for all of us,” Emily said as she got up and went over to her bag. She sat down on the ground next to it. “Ho, ho, ho. Who wants to come over to Santa and see what he has in his bag for all the naughty children here?” Emily said in a deep, manly voice. It was a horrible imitation of Santa Clause.

“Not me, you pedophile!” Blaise joked as he jumped up and slowly ran away.

Emily jumped up and followed him, actually running. She was on the other side of the fire. “Don’t you want to play with the toy between Santa’s legs, little boy?!” Blaise began to run for real and Emily chased him. Emily yelled over her shoulder, “You guys can look through my bad if you want!” and took off.

Draco looked at Harry, clearly confused. “I know, I don’t get it either.” Harry responded to Draco’s look. Harry got up and walked over to Emily bag. He opened it to find several bottles of Muggle liquor, some other drink like soda and Monster, and a smaller, brown grocery bag with a note stapled to it. Harry took out the grocery bag and read the note, angling it so Draco could read it over his shoulder.

Guys,

Please use the stuff inside to release some tension. Have fun and enjoy. ;)

Your awesome friend,

Em

Harry ripped off the note and opened the bag, freezing in horror at the contents and all the naughty thoughts running through his head.

Inside the bag was an assortment of sex toys.

A/N: Don’t shoot!! Lol Well please review, I love it when that happens. And chapters come out quicker when you do. So it’s a win win situation =)