“You have to hand it to Muggles, they sure know how to have a good time without magic

I roll my eyes and heave the heavy red bike up over another protruding tree root in the dirt path. Draco had decided to take me along on another one of his Muggle field trips. Instead of snowboarding we were mountain biking, something I was slightly nervous about, especially when it required some pretty heavy duty protective gear – which Draco was covered head to toe in. I was only wearing a helmet.

“Are you sure I’m not going to kill myself?” I ask the blond, trying not to stare at his very well proportioned backside as he pushes his bike ahead of me.

“Just don’t do anything stupid Potter,” he drawls. “I know it’ll be a stretch.”

I smile despite myself and make no reply.

Forty-five minutes later we’re finally at the top. We lay our bikes down and flop onto a nearby bench, breathing hard.

“I hope going down is a lot easier,” I pant, wiping my sweaty brow with the back of my hand.

Draco just smiles knowingly and looks out over the valley below us.

“So how did you get interested in all these Muggle activities?” I ask curiously.

“My cousin,” Draco replies, turning to me. “He’s obsessed with all these Muggle adrenaline sports. I have to admit he’s got me hooked as well.”

“Muggles are pretty creative,” I grin at him.

Draco smiles back. “Yes Potter, Muggles aren’t stupid humans that need to be wiped out. I love Muggles and all they stand for.”

I laugh aloud as Draco stands and dusts off his hands.

“Ready Potter?” he asks.

The laughter dies on my lips and I inwardly gulp. “Sure…” I answer shakily.

Feeling like an idiot, I strap on my little white helmet. Draco puts on his own helmet, a green and blue one that comes down around his chin. More like a motorcycle helmet.

I am so going to die.

“Come on Potter, you go first,” he beckons, nodding to one of the dirt tracks to our right.

I take a deep breath, lift my bike off the ground and hop on. This isn’t like riding a broom but it’s fairly soft to ride, with good front suspension and feather light brakes.

I push off down the track, keeping my butt over the back of the bike and my fingers just hovering over the brakes. I try to spot obstacles as quickly as possible and manoeuvre around them, I go over a small drop and land with a light bounce.

This is easy, and fun.

I smile and feel my confidence growing. My mind works quickly, my body reacting instantly to steer the bike in the right direction, keeping my balance easily. I’m not going as fast as Draco probably could, or doing the big jumps I can see on the sides of the track, but I feel just as exhilarated.

It doesn’t take long to get to the bottom. I go over one last drop and roll out into the car park. I stop and turn to watch Draco. He accelerates and lifts off over the high jump that I bypassed. Changing his angle in the air he lands softly and cruises over to me.

“What did you think Potter?” he asks, breathing hard.

I grin, knowing my eyes are sparkling with excitement. “That was bloody fantastic!”

He smiles and I can tell he’s really pleased.

We both disassemble our bikes and pack them up into Draco’s car.

We stop at a little shop on the way home to grab a cold drink.

“Harry,” Draco says somewhat questioningly as we sit at an outdoor table with our drinks.

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place Friday?”

“Sure,” I shrug, taking a big gulp of soft drink.

“And stay the night.”

I choke a little and put down the can.

“Really?” I ask, my eyes wide. Then I quickly try to regain my composure. Draco doesn’t know I’m a virgin. Hopefully it won’t come up.

“Yeah,” Draco says sincerely.

“I’d love to. I’ll bring the movies and popcorn,” I smile, taking another sip of Pepsi.

“And I’ll bring the lubricant.”

I spit my drink out over the table.

Draco laughs loudly.

“Draco!” I manage to choke out.

“That was priceless Potter,” he says between chuckles.

I mock glare at him and try to mop up some of my mess with the few napkins we were given.

We finish our drinks without any more incidents and get back into Draco’s car for the ride home.

“So… what’s your number Potter?”

“Huh?” I ask distractedly, turning away from the window.

“How many men – or women – have you slept with?”

“Why?” I question, stalling.

“Just curious.”

“I’m not telling you that,” I reply, still stalling.

“Under… twenty?” he prompts.

“Uh…yes.”

“Under ten?”

“Uh huh.”

“Under five?” he asks, glancing at me.

Okay, if I don’t tell him he’s just going to find out anyway

“Under one,” I say, looking down into my lap.

“Under…” Draco starts in confusion, then it dawns on him. “Harry, you’re a virgin?”

“Yep, no big deal,” I brush off.

“But… you dated someone for two years,” he says.

Oh shit, I forgot about my made-up relationship. I grasp for an excuse.

“He didn’t believe in sex before marriage,” I reply promptly.

Draco snorts. “What a loser.”

“Hey!” I admonish with a smile.

“Sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to date you for two years without laying a hand on you Harry.”

I fight back an embarrassing blush.

“What was his name?” Draco asks.

“Uh… Henry.”

Where did that come from?

We drive the rest of the way to my house and park in front.

“Thanks for today,” I say, turning to Draco.

“No problem Potter,” he says with an affection that makes me smile. “See you Friday then?”

I nod.

“Don’t worry I won’t lay a hand on you.”

“What? Why?” I say, disappointment evident.

Draco laughs. “I don’t want you to think I invited you over purely for sex.”

“You won’t be able to restrain yourself Malfoy,” I say cheekily, opening the car door.

“You’ve got a high opinion of yourself Potter.”

“Well I am gorgeous and extremely innocent…” I say, trying to sound provocative.

Draco smiles, but I can see a desire in his eyes that almost makes my knees buckle.

He leans over and kisses me softly on the mouth. I close my eyes, enjoying it thoroughly.

“What…?!”

We jump apart in surprise.

I turn to see a shocked looking Hermione standing in the doorway.

Shit, they’re home.

“Gotta go,” I say to Draco.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, taking in Hermione’s expression. “Good luck.”

I send him one last quick smile before closing the door and slowly traipsing up the walk to my doom. Er door.