Redhead Ride

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the distant calls of the island's nocturnal creatures. Ginny felt a strange sense of peace, a feeling she had never experienced with Draco before. But as the aftershocks of pleasure faded, so too did the illusion of their newfound closeness.

They lay there, panting, their bodies still entangled. Ginny felt the weight of his gaze upon her, and she knew he was waiting for her to say something, anything that would make sense of what had just happened. But she had no words for it. It was a raw, primal moment that defied the constraints of their past.

"So how did it feel to be with a real wizard?" He smirked.

The question was loaded, a challenge wrapped in a mocking tone that made Ginny want to both slap him and kiss him again. She rolled her eyes, playing it cool. "I've had better, but I suppose you'll do."

Draco chuckled, the sound low and intimate in the quiet of the night. They lay there, the firelight playing over their bodies, the air thick with the scent of their spent passion. For the first time since they had arrived, the tension between them didn't feel ****. It was a natural, easy silence that neither seemed eager to break.

Ginny turned onto her side, propping her head up on her hand to look at Draco. His eyes were half-closed, a look of satisfaction on his face that she hadn't seen since their days at Hogwarts. "What now?" she asked softly.

Draco's gaze flicked to hers, his smirk fading to something more serious. "Now, we survive," he said, his voice still husky from their exertions. "And try not to kill each other in the process. And maybe do that again?"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little too loud in the quiet of the night. "You're insufferable."

"Shut it Weasley." He kissed her pushing her to the ground with him on top of her.

Their breaths mingled in the damp air as they stared at each other, the firelight playing across their sweat-slicked bodies. Ginny felt a strange mix of emotions - anger, desire, confusion - but she didn't push him away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

With a smirk, Ginny rolled them over, so she was on top. Draco's eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before a look of amusement danced across his features. He didn't resist, instead, he braced his hands on the ground, allowing her to set the pace. She sat up, straddling him, her hands on his chest.

Their eyes locked, and she felt a strange power surge through her. This wasn't just about survival anymore; it was about dominance, about showing him that she was more than just a Weasley, more than just a rival. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Who's insufferable now?"

"You. Now show me what a pureblood can do." He smirked.

Ginny felt a thrill of excitement at his challenge. She began to move her hips, sliding his cock in and out of her, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Draco groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm. Their eyes never left each other's, the intensity of the moment building.

As she rode him, Ginny felt something shift within her.

It was as if the weight of their past was slowly lifting away, revealing the raw, untamed desires that had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. The cameras hovered around them, but they had become mere shadows in the periphery of their passion.

Their movements grew more frenzied, each stroke of Draco's cock against her wetness sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Ginny leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a fiery curtain, her breath hot against Draco's skin. She bit his lip, hard enough to sting, and he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, urging her on.

"Harder," he grunted, his eyes glazed with lust. "Fuck me harder, Weasley."

Ginny's eyes flashed with determination, and she complied, her hips slamming down onto him with renewed vigor. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the night, a stark contrast to the gentle whispers of the jungle. She could feel Draco's climax building, his cock pulsing within her, and she reveled in the power she held over him.

But it was Draco's own hand that reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, her movements growing erratic as she approached her peak once more. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and screamed his name as she came, her body tightening around him like a vice.

Draco followed her over the edge, his hips bucking upward as he filled her with his release. The magic in the air grew stronger, the fire crackling and popping as if in celebration. They collapsed together, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum, their breathing ragged and uneven.

For a few moments, there was only the sound of the jungle around them, the steady beat of their hearts, and the gentle caress of the night air. Ginny felt a strange sense of vulnerability, lying there with Draco, their bodies still joined, their rivalry forgotten in the throes of passion.

A) Day 2

B) Audience Reaction

C) Magical Creatures discover camp

D) Add.