Fire.

Ginny took the lead, her wand at the ready, casting a basic "Lumos" charm to light their way. The light bobbed erratically, flickering in the damp air. Draco trailed behind, his wand in hand but his eyes scanning the surroundings, his instincts sharp despite the distraction of his nakedness. They moved through the jungle with a cautious grace, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of leaves and moss beneath them.

The first night was uncomfortable, to say the least. The sparse magic in the area meant their "Muggle" fire-making skills were put to the test. After several failed attempts, they managed to start a small fire using flint and steel from the meager survival pack provided. They sat across from each other, the warmth barely reaching them as they huddled under a makeshift shelter of palm leaves.

"So, Malfoy, what's the plan?" Ginny asked, trying to keep the chill out of her voice.

"We need to find food and water," Draco replied tersely, his teeth chattering slightly. "And we should establish a perimeter for the night."

They spent the next few hours searching for sustenance, managing to catch a couple of small, unidentifiable creatures that they roasted over the fire. The taste was bland, but the warmth and feeling of something in their stomachs helped ease their nerves. As the night deepened, the sounds of the jungle grew louder, more menacing. The fire crackled and spat, casting eerie shadows across their bare skin.

As the flames began to die down, Ginny found herself staring into the fading embers, lost in thought. Draco, his eyes never far from hers, noticed a change in her expression. The harsh lines of his face softened slightly as he met her gaze, his eyes flickering with something she hadn't seen before. It was a spark, a hint of something unspoken, that made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the cold.

Ginny tore her eyes away from the mesmerizing dance of the firelight and looked over at Draco, who was shivering slightly despite their best efforts to stay warm. The stark contrast of his pale skin against the dark backdrop of the jungle made him seem almost ethereal. The vulnerability in his eyes was surprisingly endearing, and she felt a strange pull towards him, one that she hadn't anticipated feeling.

"Unfortunately we may have to share body heat to stay warm." Draco said.

"What?!" Ginny's eyes widened in shock.

"You heard me," Draco said, his voice a tad gentler than before. "It's the only way we're going to survive the night."

Ginny bit her lip, contemplating their situation. They were, after all, in this together. Reluctantly, she nodded, and they shuffled closer, their bodies touching. The warmth began to seep through her, chasing away the chill. To her surprise, she found his proximity comforting. They lay down, their backs pressed together, sharing the warmth of their bodies and the meager protection of their makeshift shelter.

"We can build a proper shelter in the morning." Ginny suggested.

"Proper?" Draco snorted. "You think we're going to be living in a palace anytime soon?"

"Anything but under the stars would be an improvement Malfoy."

Their conversation dwindled to the rhythm of their breathing and the whispers of the night creatures around them. Despite their initial discomfort, the warmth they shared began to lull them into a restless sleep. Dreams filled their minds, a blend of childhood memories and the stark reality of their current predicament.

Ginny awoke with a start in the early hours of dawn, her eyes snapping open to find the fire nothing but a pile of embers. Her body was no longer cold, however, as she realized she was now spooned against Draco, his chest pressed firmly against her back, one of his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. She could feel his erection, a hard line nestled in the crack of her ass. The realization hit her like a bludger, and she froze, not daring to move.

Draco stirred behind her, his breath warm on the back of her neck. "Morning, Weasley," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with sleep.

Ginny tensed, trying to ignore the way her body was reacting to his. "It's not morning yet, Malfoy," she whispered back, her voice shaky.

Draco chuckled softly, his arm tightening slightly. "Well, it's definitely warming up."

Ginny felt the heat rising in her cheeks and she knew he wasn't just talking about the sun. She cleared her throat and shifted away from him, the movement sending a jolt of cold air between them. "We should get up and start the day."

A) Build a real shelter

B) Find a fresh water source

C) Hunt and Gather

D) Stumble on the Lust Spitter Plant

E) Add