Break.

They stumbled back to their makeshift camp, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum, the magic of the fruit still pulsing between them. The air was charged with an electricity that made the hairs on their arms stand on end, a reminder of their shared ecstasy. As they lay down on the soft grass, the gentle whispers of the jungle lulled them into a state of sated tranquility.

Ginny felt a strange bond forming between them, a connection that went beyond their usual rivalry. The magic of the island had thrown them together in the most intimate of ways, and she couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for Draco's strength and skill. His body, once a symbol of everything she despised, now felt like a warm, comforting blanket against her own.

They laid there, panting and trying to recover, Draco traced his fingers lazily across her bare stomach. "You're not so bad, Weasley," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

Ginny rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "Thanks, Malfoy. I'm surprised you can even remember my name right now."

"It's etched into my brain, Red," Draco said, his voice husky with lust. "Along with the image of you coming all over me."

Ginny felt a blush creep up her neck, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her at his words. They had always had a complicated relationship, filled with animosity and spite, but here, in this wild, magical place, it seemed all of that was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the fire that burned between them, a fire that was only stoked higher by the islands enchantments.

As they rested, Draco leaned over and plucked another berry from the bush they had discovered earlier. The berries were one of the few things they could eat without the intense side effects of the island's more... aphrodisiacal flora. He offered it to Ginny, and she took it gratefully, the tartness of the fruit a welcome relief from the sweetness of their recent encounter.

"Should we try hunting or more fucking?" Draco smirked running his hand up to cup her tit.

Ginny slapped his hand away playfully. "We're here to survive, remember?"

"Fine." He sat up. "After?"

Ginny nodded. "But first, we need to find more food before we wear ourselves out again."

"Youre the machine Weasley." He stood. "Ill admit. Youre the best pussy I've had."

Ginny rolled her eyes, but a smug smile played on her lips as she watched him strut away. Despite their situation, she felt a strange sense of pride. They had come a long way from their schoolyard taunts and battles. The island had turned their rivalry into a game of survival with an unexpected twist.

They gathered more berries and tried to focus on their tasks, but the magic of the island was relentless. It was like a siren's call, urging them toward each other. Every brush of skin against skin was a spark that threatened to ignite the flames of passion once more.

"How the bloody hell do muggles do this?" Draco muttered trying to set a trap for some small game. His muscles rippled under his sweaty, pale skin as he worked tirelessly, the sun beating down on his back. Ginny couldn't help but admire his determination despite the obvious annoyance in his voice.

"They don't have the luxury of magic," Ginny pointed out, her own body covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she worked alongside him. She had managed to start a small fire using basic fire-making spells and was now preparing a snare for their next meal.

Draco shot her a look that was both irritated and amused. "I'd say we're not exactly luxuriating in magic right now, are we?"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the jungle. It was true; their limited spells didn't make life easy here. They managed to catch a couple of rabbits, which they roasted over the fire, the smell of cooking meat a tantalizing addition to the heady aroma of the surrounding flora. Despite their earlier encounter, they worked together seamlessly, their movements almost choreographed from years of dueling and dodging spells.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, the tension grew thicker than ever. They ate in silence, the crackling fire the only sound between them. The fruit's magic lingered, a constant reminder of the unspoken desires that lay just beneath the surface. Ginny couldn't help but glance at Draco's cock, already half-hard as he ate. She knew that the night would bring another round of passion, and she couldn't decide if she was looking forward to it or dreading it.

A) Another round

B) Clean up first

C) Reinforce the shelter

D) Add.