It was dusk, the sun slid gently behind the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Harry, under his cloak, stepped behind a giant fir and waited for Draco Malfoy. A few minutes later, Draco peered into the growing gloom.
“Are you in here, Potter?” he asked shakily, he hated coming into the forest. Harry whipped his cloak off, and stood naked before Malfoy, who shrieked with delight and stripped his clothes off too.
Darkness saw Draco kneeling behind Harry, one hand gripping his hair, the other rubbing up and down his spine.
“Harry, you’re filthy.”
“I know.”
“I meant the mud.”
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