Harry and Hermione get lost in the Dark Forest. What happens when a botched rescue attempt and a miscast spell awaken something ancient inside of them?
Before he knew it, Harry was having to force himself not to shudder, either in pleasure or revulsion he didn't know although he was more than willing to bet that it was revulsion, as Malfoy leaned his slightly pointy chin on the top of his rapidly rising and falling shoulder and brought his mouth so close to the side...