We were marching through the Amazon forest, so deep we had been out of civilization for the past four days. We had to scour every inch of it, looking for something that we were relying on, based on a tome that was 5000 years old. It had told us that there was an ancient group buried deep within, that was the most powerful overall. The tome itself, wasn't very long and this was as the only documentation that had any information about them, we went out on a limb. Decided that we would search for them, we gave ourselves a week. It had been five days

You could feel the air change as we headed further north-east into the Amazon. The trees became stiller, animals were scarce, the only sound coming from the branches breaking beneath our feet. We could tell that we were in an area surrounded by magic when we were a kilometer out. It overwhelmed us. We had to stop as the power consumed us, leaving us breathless and wanting more.

We glanced at each other and smiled.

We wanted more

They found us before we found them. They surrounded us, with no weapons and a look in their eye that made us stop short as soon as be spotted them. They were half naked, their privates covered by palm leaves. Their feet bare and black from dirt, faces covered in facial hair and dark skin.

They spoke of their native tongue and we stood frozen as they closed in.

"They're- speaking in ancient runes" Hermione breathed, mystified

"Is that even possible" I murmured, barely moving my lips

"They're an ancient group and have lived the same way for millenniums. Ancient runes was only discovered in 1006 and there was never any record of them speaking the language, only writing, it makes sense"

They grabbed us then, and we threw our arms up in surrender. They looked at us, ready to kill, and Hermione slowly moved her hand to her pocket as I watched with wide eyes. She grabbed a piece of paper from the pockets of her khaki pants and held it out to the man that was obviously in charge. He looked at her with doubt, but took the paper none the less and opened it up. On the paper was ancient runes scrawled out along the paper. He looked at us with contemplative eyes, muttered a few words then turned and walked away. The two people behind us pushed our backs to follow.

Silently, we walked for about twenty minutes before we got to the camp. There were huts made of palm tree branches and straw, camp fires with animals I had never seen before on the fire. Everyone looked similar, dressed in the same skirts, same dark skin, same look in their eye. It was amazing, yet led us to the largest hut that was centered in the middle of the camp. We ducked under the low door and entered. There was furniture that had been carved out of trees, stuff lying around that they probably found on the jungle floor, that was left there from floods of passerby's. Sitting on the floor was a large man, bigger than any man that I had ever seen. His black hair fell long and knotted down his back, the ends resting along the floor. There was speaking and we couldn't understand a word of it.

The large man finally addressed us and we couldn't reply because we didn't have a clue what he was saying

"Wait, wait" Hermione mumbled. Cautiously she placed her camping backpack on the ground and all the men tensed and slightly stepped forward, ready to attack. She slowly opened her front pocket and pulled out her diary and pen. Opening to a blank page she wrote in ancient runes

'We know not how to speak your language, only how to write' carefully she handed the book to the man and he read it

Instead of using her book to reply, he pushed things away from around him and used his finger to draw symbols in the dirt floor

'What do you seek'

Scrambling back into her bag she pulled out the tome, unrolled it and handed it to him. He took a few minutes to read the tome that led us here in the first place

'What do you wish to know' he wrote

'We are fighters, who want to protect our people, we need to be better than our enemies'. She handed the book back to him, a desperate look in her eye. He looked at her for a long moment, glancing between the two of us

'There will be a ceremony this eve, you will be given this power. You will live with us for four moons. You will be trained to use the power, before you can be released'

Both both of us reading the note frantically, we looked back at him, nodding our heads in thanks.

By the time the night fell, we were nervous. The women of the village came over to us, and banished our clothes from our bodies, leaving us naked suddenly. Trying to cover our bodies, they wrapped straw skirts around our waists, they stopped just above our knees. Hermione's breasts were wrapped by a long piece flat vine, and she breathed out a sigh of relief when she was covered. They left the hut and moved out to the center of the camp, where there was a roaring fire sitting behind the large man, who was obviously these's people leader. They all kneeled in a large circle, a mat that had been made by leaves being twined together was lying on the floor in the center. One of the men that brought us into the camp, grabbed our arms and moved us to stand in front of the leader

He held his palm flat out and raised his eyebrows for us to follow. A woman at his side produced a knife, the handle made of bone and the blade was amazingly clean, the light from the fire glimmering off it. He moved it to me first and cut through the flesh of my palm and repeated the same with Hermione. With both of our blood on the blade he flicked it over the open fire. The flames shot up five meters high, turning blue. He then handed an old piece of parchment and indicated for us to wipe our palms on the paper. When we did he started chanting, in this unknown tongue, the blue flames dancing higher and higher. The leader raised his arms and the flames split in two, bent in the air and heading rapidly in our direction and into our mouths that were open from shock. I expected to panic, but the flames were not hot. They were a comfortable warm that went flush throughout our whole bodies.

The chanting stopped and he indicated for us to face each other. When I turned and faced Hermione, here eyes were a bright violet colour and I gasped in reaction at the same time she did. The leader grunted, and we turned and looked at him, he pointed a hand at both of us and brought them together and we looked at him in question. He did it again and we frowned. Sighing he indicated to his crotch with a raised eyebrow and then to the crotch of the woman standing next to him, then made the hand gesture again. This time we understood. Wide eyed I faced Hermione. She looked back with the same expression, her chest rising and falling rapidly. We looked back at the leader and he nodded behind us to the mat lying in the middle of the large circle of the people.

"Malfoy what do we do" she whispered

"Theres nothing we can do" I said back "We have to have sex to gain the power"

She was silent for a second before she grasped my hand and slowly took a step towards the mat much to the excitement of the people watching. Her hand held mine tightly as we got closed to the mat and she kneeled down slowly before lying on her back. She was hesitant in he movements as I straddled her waist, not letting my weight push down on her

From the look in her eyes, she looked scared

"Granger, have you had sex before?" I whispered

"Yes" she whispered back, her voice shaking

"Hey, hey" I grab her hand and bring it up in between our chests "Its ok, look me in the eye, look at me and nothing else ok. Its just us"

"Wrap you legs around my waist" I instruct her, and with shuddered breaths she wrapped them tightly around my waist. Moving my hand in between us, I moved the straw of the skirts out of the way. The proximity of my hand to Hermione's center, caused her to start breathing heavily. I ran my fingers along the inside of her thigh, each time, getting closer to her apex. When I finally touched her clit she moaned loudly and my semi hard cock, hardened further.

"Its just you and me pretty girl" I said as I rubbed her, adding a finger inside her wet walls, moving harder and faster. She was moaning and arching her back, pushing into my hand and closer to my dick. When I knew she was ready, I removed my hand and lined myself up at her entrance. She looked straight into my eyes, they were wide with arousal and lust and she nodded slightly as I raised my eyebrow at her in question

Slowly I pushed inside her tight walls, we both groaned loudly as I filled her. I started moving, in and out of her, my body humming with pleasure.

The whole time though, my eyes never left Hermione's and it was an intensely intimate moment

We didn't hear the chanting of everyone around us. They got louder as the flames in the pit grew higher, and we grew closer to our climax.

I started moving faster and Hermione matched my rhythm until we both cried out in ecstasy. I went to drop my head to hers but I was flown spread eagle on my back. The blue flames hurtling towards us again and this time, instead of entering our mouths, the flames spread out a top of us and slowly sunk into our skin. When the last flame was gone the leader walked forward as we lay unmoving on the ground. He held his palm out, indicating for us to follow and we lifted our bloody and dirt covered hand. He took each palm in one of his and placed them together. I looked Hermione in the eye as our blood mixed with each other and the cuts healed themselves, removing any traces that there had been any injury a there a second ago

The whole camp was pushed into darkness as the blue flames burnt out.

But we felt different. Our bodies stronger, our reflexes faster, senses more aware. And above all- we felt the power in the fingertips of our palms, just waiting to be used