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The night brought with it a sense of urgency, a primal need to connect in the face of their vulnerability. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring and reacquainting themselves with the familiar yet foreign landscape of their naked forms. Draco's touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Ginny gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing until she was arching her back, **** for more. Draco's erection pressed against her thigh, hot and insistent, and she found herself reaching for it, her hand wrapping around its length. He groaned against her skin as she began to stroke him, their bodies moving in a silent symphony of need and want.

Their kisses grew frantic as they explored each other, the line between hate and desire blurring with every touch. Draco's hand traveled lower, his fingers dipping between her thighs to find her wet and ready. He teased her clit with the same skillful precision he used in Quidditch, and Ginny couldn't help but moan his name, the sound echoing through the jungle.

With a groan, Draco positioned himself over her, his cock nudging at her entrance. Ginny's heart pounded in anticipation, her body betraying the years of animosity with a wanton need she had never felt before. Draco paused, his eyes searching hers for permission, and she nodded, unable to form the words. He pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching her, and she gasped as he filled her completely.

Their movements were slow and deliberate, a dance of passion and power that mirrored their tumultuous history. With each stroke, they seemed to peel back the layers of prejudice and anger that had once defined them. The world outside the confines of their shelter faded away, leaving only the sound of their bodies moving together and the ragged breaths that filled the air.

Ginny's nails dug into Draco's back as she met his thrusts with her own, her hips rising to meet him. The friction was exquisite, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of release.

Their rhythm grew more erratic, driven by a desperation that neither of them could name. The magic in the air grew stronger, responding to their passion, and the leaves around them began to rustle, the flames of the fire flickering wildly. Ginny's orgasm built within her, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the island.

"I'm going to cum in you Weasley." Draco told her.

Ginny's eyes widened in shock, but the feeling was too intense to argue. She nodded, her body tightening around him, her walls gripping him like a vice. Draco groaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold back.

"Cum in me," she whispered, her voice husky with need.

The words were like a spell, breaking whatever barriers had remained between them. Draco's hips pistoned into her with renewed vigor, their bodies moving as one. Ginny felt the familiar tension coil in her belly, the pressure building until it was too much to bear. With a keening cry, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with the **** of a crucio curse.

Draco followed her over the edge, his seed spilling into her with a warmth that seemed to seal the bond that had formed between them in this wild, untamed place. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their hearts pounding in unison, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.

A) Awkward Next Day

B) Another Round. (Ginny rides)

C) Plants circle the camp. (Drawn in by their sex)

D)Add