Draco stared around him. He was in a small field, with two tents and a fire. The black night sky stopped any vision beyond that. The stars twinkled and glittered, making the group occaisionally stare up at them as if they were on drugs, speaking of which:

Blaise passed a spliff around. He already looked like he'd had too much, his eyes wide and spacey.

Cassie took a drag, tried to contain a splutter, then passed it on.

'Whoa,' she muttered. 'someone tell me what the hell I'm smoking. I feel awful…'

'Yeah, you look it,' Draco grinned at her. She hit him in the arm. It was meant to be playful, but she hit him a bit harder than intended.

'What? You wanna play, Cas?' He said, smiling cheekily at her. He lightly pulled her hair to get her back for the punch.

'Owww… get off!' She laughed, forcing his hand away from her. He grabbed her wrists, and she didn't have the strength to fight back, she was laughing so much.

Pansy glared at them from across the camp fire.

'Get a room.' She said sourly, folding her arms.

'Lighten up! He's only having a laugh!' Cassie called back at her.

Draco slipped backwards off the bench, then fell off it, dragging Cassie down with him.

She landed on top of him, her legs on either side of him. Neither the pair could move through fits of giggles. Cassie couldn't decide if the situation was that funny, or if whatever was in the cigarettes was taking effect.

'Draco's gone hard,' Blaise teased, smirking as he took anoth drag of the cigarette.

Cassie bit her lip, and got off him.

'Sorry,' She was slightly pink. Draco sat up and leaned back on his elbows.

'S'okay,' He grinned. 'He was joking, you know,' He flopped back onto the ground. 'Ooh, stars,' He stared up at the sky.

'You're out of it, dude,' Blaise grinned at him. 'Hey, Pansy, is that bottle empty?'

She picked up a vodka bottle. 'No,'

Blaise took it from her and drained it.

'It is now.' He smirked.

'You're gonna pass out, Blaise, seriously,' Pansy warned him, but half laughing all the same. He slurred something back. She stared blankly at him.

'What?' She asked.

'Hmm…? Where did I put the box?' Blaise murmered, stumbling into the girls' tent.

'What box?' Pansy called after him. 'There is no box!' She peered through the tent doors.

'Hey! Don't go through my stuff!' She followed him into their tent.

Cassie exchanged a glance with Draco.

'Help,' Pansy called to them, she sounded a bit annoyed.

Draco and Cassie opened the tent doors. Blaise had passed out, his head on Pansy's ribs.

'Again, help?' Pansy said flatly. Draco shook his head.

'Be a shame to disturb him.' He replied, backing out of the tent.

'Hey! Cassie!' Pansy called after her, but she was already outside.

Both of them were slightly high, and Draco stumbled into his tent, Cassie following him. She caught her foot on something, and fell on top of Draco… again. They didn't move, they were laughing hysterically at it.

He sat up, pulling her onto his lap, her legs either side of him and her hands on his shoulders. He casually placed his hands on her managed to stop laughing for a while.

'So, Pansy and Blaise, ey?' He said, his eyes flickering slightly from the drugs.

'Yeah… he almost passed out on her boobs,' Cassie giggled. It set both of them off laughing again. She put her head on his shoulder, her body almost completely pressed against him. He was barely thinking at all, as he slipped his hand into the back pocket of her jeans.

Cassie didn't even notice, as she got distracted by the gold chain around Draco's neck.

'Ooh, sparkles,' She ran her hand around the chain. His shirt was already mostly un-buttoned, the spliffs had made everyone really hot.

She traced the chain with her palm, until she reached the small golden cross, the fell just below his chest. It hadn't really dawned on either of them what was going on. There they were, Cassie pressed against him, her hands on his chest and moving down his abs.

The smile suddenly vanished from his face.

'Ah!' His voice was a tight whisper. 'Cassie, can you just move… please,'

She slid off him, as he whipped around to face the tent wall.

Cassie tried to find something else to focus her vision on, but in a small tent, there wasn't much else to look at. All she could see was Draco facing away from her, fidling about with his trousers. She shook her head.

It's probably not what it looks like. She thought.

Cassie fell back onto one of the airbeds, and after a few minutes, Draco dropped down next to her. He exhaled and shut his eyes.

'You okay?' Cassie asked, still staring at the tent roof.

'Yep.' He said, his voice still sounded tense. 'You?'

'Fine.' She replied.

'Good.'

'Yeah.'

It could have been the drugs, or the drink, but whatever it was, Draco could not keep his hands off her. All of a sudden, he kissed her.

He'd half expected her to hit him again, but she didn't. She smiled into the kiss, as her hand slid to the back of his neck.

They kissed for about five minutes, before Draco decided it would be a good idea to take Cassie's t-shirt off. Something he didn't expect, was that she willingly pulled it over her head. He threw off his own shirt. Drawing her closer, he started trying to undo her bra.

A loud bang sounded above them. Cassie jumped, breaking the kiss. Her eyes were wide with panick, as she sprang upright.

'Hey, it's okay, Cassy,' He assured her. 'It's okay, it's just fireworks,'

She nodded and lowered herself back onto the airbed.

'What are we doing?' She sighed.

'I know what I'm doing,' Draco said honestly, his eyes more focused than they had been all night.

'I know what you're doing, too,' Cassie said.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah. You're staring at my chest.'

'I…' He tried to argue. 'Yeah.'

'Can you just pass me my t-shirt, please?' She asked, seeing at the other side of Draco's airbed.

'Not really.'

Cassie slapped him. Not hard, but enough.

'Whoa… shit, sorry!' He shook his head. Cassie sat up and quickly put on the first thing she found. Draco's shirt.

'That doesn't look at all incriminating.' He said sarcastically.

'Shut-up, I'm freezing.' Cassie told him, hurridly doing the buttons up.

Draco shook his head and smiled at her. 'Yeah, it is cold. If only I had my shirt.'

'Oh, come on, be a gentleman, would you?' Cassie smiled back at him.

'I am. That's why I'm not asking for it back,' He replied. 'But can you do me a favour?'

She shrugged.

'You ever seen Twilight Eclipse?' He smirked, glancing down at his sleeping bag.

'Yeah, but Jacob was a werewolf, and about a hundred degrees warm!' Cassie pointed out.

However much she could have argued with him, she still ended up in his sleeping bag, with Draco's arms around her.

'This doesn't look at all incriminating.' Cassie said. She heard him laugh, and smiled herself.

'You know earlier?' She asked slowly.

'Yeah…'

'Did you actually get a… I mean… well, you know what I mean.' She stammered. It hadn't sounded to awkward in her head. She'd known him since they were about eight years old, it was strange to think of him in that kind of light. Like this guy you've known all your life, it's strange to think of him even shaving.

'No, I told you he was joking.' He laughed, but it was slightly nervously.

'Nah… in the tent,'

He was silent for a while.

'Can we leave that conversation there, please, Cas?' He said finally.

She giggled. 'Awww, come on, I'm finding this hilarious really.'

Cassie put her hand out behind her, and forcefully ran it down his abs. He scooted backwards and grabbed her hand.

'Seriously, Cas, I'm fifteen, what do you think will happen?'

They both burst out laughing.