Muggle Studies

The Gryffindors and Slytherins hurried to their next Muggle Studies class. Some of the students could even be said to be running--that is, if Filch allowed running in the halls. Since he didn't, the students were simply walking at a more-than-sedate pace. After the treat of four-wheelers, the students were eager to see what Professor Ssussun had created for them today.

When they got to the classroom, they found a message written on the chalkboard.

'Change into swimming clothes, and go down to the lake. Bring sunblock!"

There was again chalk dust on the floor, and these words seemed to remind Ron of something. "Hey mate, the other day you asked if I thought she wrote that on their the muggle way. Muggles have boards like that?"

"Yes," answered Harry. "They are called chalk boards."

"Well, how do they get the words on their? Surely they don't use a quill?"

"No, it's a little powdery white stick..." Harry explained the usage of a Muggle chalkboard on their way to the dorms to change, and their conversation continued until they got to the lake's shore. There, however, Ron saw Hermione, and he took off to be near her, leaving Harry flapping his mouth with no one to listen.

Harry rolled his eyes, annoyed a bit at his friend's preoccupied attitude, and his willingness to abandon Harry for Hermione. He shrugged though, and hurried over to join the class.

He sent a glare Draco's way for appearances sakes, and tuned in to his teacher.

*~*

"During our last lesson," Professor Ssussun was saying, "we learned how to drive four-wheelers, or ATVs. Today, we're going to learn how to drive a boat."

"With a wand." Draco wasn't sure of who had said that, but the voice had issued from the Slytherin side of the bunch. He grinned when he noticed that the students were still easy to tell apart out of uniform--the Slytherin's all had green swimsuits, and the Gryffindors were all in red.

"No, with a motor." The next thirty minutes of class were dedicated to the explanation of the task, and Draco paid strict attention. This was the kind of thing that could come up on a test.

After she explained, the students were left to divide themselves into groups of four. Professor Ssussun got into a boat with Vincent, Gregory, and Pansy, so that left Draco alone. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing however. Draco certainly didn't want to waste his day in the sun with three people who were entirely unappetizing in swimsuits.

He caught a glimpse of unruly black hair, and saw the sun flash off of round framed glasses, and quickly climbed into the boat with out looking who else was in it. I suppose I should count myself lucky that it wasn't Ron or Hermione, he thought ruefully, eyeing Dean and Seamus. Harry smiled at him briefly, and sat down across from him in the back of the boat. Dean was to be the driver, apparently, and Seamus was in the front tanning.

Draco looked around, wondering where the other two thirds of the golden trio were. He spotted the red head with his girlfriend in a boat that included Parvati and Neville. Draco rolled his eyes, glad that he hadn't gotten stuck with a group like that.

Dean started the boat and took off. Draco relaxed into the seat, letting the sun flow through his body and his mind wander.

Hands were running up his side, and water was dripping off of his silver hair onto his cheeks. He opened his eyes and stared into beautiful emerald green ones, smiling at the luscious brunette in front of him.

He leaned in for a kiss, and got so lost in it that when he pulled back for air, he realized that they had some how sunk underwater. With a kick of his legs, he pulled Harry to the surface with him.

He reminded himself to tread water, but even as he did so, Harry beckoned him onward. They swam beneath the waterfall, the droplets rushing down around them like shiny diamonds. Draco looked around, amazed.

They were in a hidden cave, and when he climbed onto a ledge, the ground was soft beneath his feet, and green grass was lush and full everywhere he looked. He smiled at Harry, running his fingers down the other boy's damp face. He leaned in for a chaste kiss, but the brunette pulled him closer, entwining his hands behind Draco's neck and running his tongue over the full and inviting lips.

Draco brought his hands forward as well, tangling them with the waistband of Harry's swim trunks. Harry's hands were running up and down his back, were running over his chest and his mouth was doing wondrous things to Draco's neck.

Draco let out a moan and--

A sun-warmed towel plopped down on his lap. Draco's eyes popped open, and he looked across the boat to where Harry was seated, smirking. Draco narrowed his eyes, and Harry dropped his own to Draco's lap.

Draco glanced down as well, and was startled to realize that the ache between his thighs wasn't in his imagination. He flushed, and looked at Seamus and Dean. Thankfully, neither one of them had seemed to notice. He glanced back at Harry and coolly raised one eyebrow.

Harry mouthed something that Draco missed. The blonde sent him a questioning look, and this time Harry enunciated clearly.

"Hope it was a dream about me."