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Chapter 6 - The discovery of a lifetime

For two days, Harry had been obsessing over whether or not to talk to Draco. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he really missed the blonde little ferret.

Thankfully for Harry, he had been managing to preoccupy his mind with teaching children at the camp. There weren't many days left of it, yet time seemed to drag on and on. It soon became apparent that his job was good enough to fill the space Draco left. As much as Harry hated to admit, he needed something more.

This was probably why he stupidly turned to fanfictions.

Harry only browser the internet for a few minutes and was already surprised by how many there were at first, but he quickly noticed that a majority of them were by a few Hogwarts students. Fortunately, he couldn't see any by anyone he recognised in the muggle world.

Browsing through seemingly endless pages of fanfictions had seemed to pay off quite well. There was this one author who managed to capture exactly what Draco was like, to the point Harry thought it was Draco writing it himself. Their work so far had been very sweet and fluffy. It took all of Harry's strength not to spend the whole day reading them.

"M-Mr. Potter? Sir?" A meek voice called out behind Harry. Harry quickly closed the fanfic website down and turned to face the student behind them.

"What are you doing here? This is a teacher only area of camp!" He exclaimed. The student quickly explained to him that their team were having trouble building rafts out of barrels, rope and other things the camp supplied. Harry gave them an amused look and went to help.

When Harry got down to where the students were building rafts, chaos erupted. Multiple students screamed out to Harry to help them, others tugged on his sleeves and clothes. It didn't take much to forget these were meant to be mature teens, not toddlers.

"Listen up everyone, come here! I'm gonna tell you the PROPER way to build a raft."

Time flew by faster then Harry could tell. Soon it was eventide and the students had just about finished their rafts.

"C'mon, let's get them onto the lake while there's still a little bit of sunlight." Harry called and all the students happily obliged. Five minutes later, everyone was gently sailing down the river. The hum of whispers and giggles filled the air, accompanied by the sounds of rippling water lapping against the plastic barrels. Harry looked out to where the sun touched the water, watching as the warm, reds and yellows mixed with the night filled water. Harry ran his hand along the water top, glancing back at the couples and groups sitting on the raft, happily chatting. Suddenly, Harry didn't feel like going down the river anymore. He rowed the students boats back to camp and helped everyone out of the life suits.

The sky soon fell into pure black, the stars coming out of their hiding. Harry trudged back to his room, ignoring the panging of loneliness that was eating away at his heart. He opened up the fanfiction by his favourite author and began reading.

To his surprise, the chapter he was on was very mature. All the rest has been cute and even humorous, but this was was different. This one was filled with lust.

Unable to lift his eyes off the screen, Harry read through the chapter, describing Draco's apparent needs for Harry. Heat spread over Harry's cheeks. This all felt too real for Harry to handle and despite how much Harry wanted to turn his laptop off, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

The 'smut' scene was borderline porn, and as much as Harry hated reading it, he loved it too. He couldn't get his mind off what the author was writing. The mental images the fanfiction was producing was too much for Harry to handle. Eventually, he knew he had to sort his growing problem down below.

"I'm actually having dirty thoughts about Draco. I'm thinking of Draco fucking me. Why do I find that attractive? I'm not into Draco!"  Harry thought to himself as he pulled off his boxers. Did this mean Harry was actually gay for Draco? He had never felt turned on about a guy before, especially through 'smut' as it was called. This camp was meant to be about discovering friendships and happiness, not your sexuality and inner thoughts. Harry ended up staying awake all night, by himself.