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They worked in silence for a while, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the occasional birdcall piercing the quiet. The tension was thick, a tangible **** that seemed to charge the air around them. Every brush of skin against skin sent sparks flying, every shared glance was loaded with unspoken desire.

Ginny's hand slipped as she tried to tie a knot in a piece of vine. "Dammit!" she muttered, frustration bubbling to the surface.

Draco chuckled. "Let me," he said, taking over and deftly finishing the job. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She watched as he worked, his muscles flexing with each movement. The magic of the island was definitely getting to them, she thought. Normally, she would never have allowed herself to be this distracted by Draco Malfoy.

As the day went on, the heat grew more intense, both from the sun beating down on their bare skin and the unspoken tension between them. They managed to catch a few fish with their basic spells, the magic in the water making the task surprisingly easy. Their meal was simple but filling, and as they ate, their eyes kept drifting to each other's bodies, hunger of a different kind growing in their stomachs.

They decided to explore the island further, hoping to find more resources and maybe a way to control the overwhelming desires that the magical flora and fauna had unleashed. Draco couldn't keep his eyes off of Ginny as they trekked through the dense foliage. Her ass, firm and toned from years of Quidditch, bounced with each step she took. It was a sight he never would have thought he'd see outside of his wildest dreams, and it was driving him mad with lust.

"Why did you agree to this show Weasley?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, but the question from Draco's mouth was one she had been pondering herself. "Adventure, I suppose," she replied, her voice slightly breathless as she pushed aside a particularly thick branch. The magic of the island was indeed potent, affecting them in ways she hadn't anticipated. It was like a constant hum in the background of their thoughts, urging them toward each other. "What about you Malfoy?"

He shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. "I thought it would be a chance to prove myself. To show that I'm more than just a Slytherin with a silver spoon up his ass."

"No, you're still that." She smirked.

"Maybe, but now I'm also the one who gets to see you naked." His voice was teasing, but the desire was unmistakable. "And make you scream my name remember?"

Ginny shot him a glare, her cheeks flaming red. "You wish, Malfoy."

"Oh, I do." He stepped closer, his eyes darkening as he took in her bare body. Ginny couldn't deny the thrill that raced through her veins at his proximity. The magic of the island was like a ****, and they were both high on it.

They ventured deeper into the jungle, the sounds of unfamiliar creatures echoing around them. The air grew thick with the scent of exotic flowers, and the ground grew spongy underfoot. Ginny felt a strange buzz in the back of her mind, the island's enchantment growing stronger.

Suddenly, a peculiar plant with large, bulbous fruit caught her eye. It was pulsating with a rhythm that seemed eerily familiar. Curiosity piqued, she reached out to touch it, but Draco grabbed her wrist.

"Careful, Red," he warned. "We don't know what that does."

Ginny's eyes narrowed, and she yanked her hand away. "I can handle myself, Malfoy."

"I never said you couldn't," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "But we're in this together."

Ginny felt a strange mix of irritation and gratitude for his concern. They had always been adversaries, but here, in this magical place, it was like the lines between friend and enemy were blurring. The plant's rhythmic pulsing grew more insistent, and she found herself drawn to it despite the warning. The fruit looked ripe, almost begging to be picked.

With a mischievous smirk, she stepped closer and plucked one of the fruits. The moment her skin made contact with the smooth, warm surface, a wave of arousal crashed over her, more intense than anything she had ever felt before. She gasped, dropping the fruit in surprise, her hand involuntarily reaching for her throbbing clit.

Draco's eyes widened. "What the bloody hell was that?"

"I... I don't know," Ginny breathed, her voice shaky. The fruit lay on the ground, pulsing erratically. The air around it grew charged with a potent, sexual energy that made Ginny's nipples harden and her pussy clench.

Draco's gaze fell to the fruit, then back to Ginny. His expression was a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Do you feel... different?"

A) Ginny needs cock now!

B) Ginny fights the effects

C) Draco kicks the fruit away but the contact effect him too.

D) Add.