dracoharry100 | Challenge: #875 camping

Title: What a carry on
Author:Vickyducky
Team:Death Eaters
Word count: 100x8
Characters/pairings: H/D
Warnings: swearing

dracoharry100 Challenge: #875 camping
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

“Draco,” Narcissa said at breakfast, “are you aware that there is a tent outside the drawing room window?”
Draco looked up from buttering a slice of toast. “A tent? A marquee d’you mean? Are we having a party?”
“No I do not mean a marquee! It’s Potter. He has pitched a tent and is camping on our lawn. I can only assume this is some sort of ruse to gain your attention. I am hosting a charity tea this afternoon, and I cannot have that eyesore outside the French windows! I need you to deal with it Draco!”

“Potter!” Draco stood outside the tent and shouted.
Harry’s head appeared between the tent flaps. “Hello, Draco, how lovely to see you,” he said, smiling.
Draco sighed. “What are you doing here, Potter? You’re trespassing.
Harry shrugged. “You’ve been avoiding me. I had no choice but to come here. If you’ll just let me explain…”
“I have no interest in your excuses. Just take down your tent and sod off. Mother has the Slytherin widows and orphans here this afternoon and you’re spoiling their view.”
“I’m an orphan,” Harry said cheerfully, “Maybe I could join them?”

“You’re not a Slytherin, for which you have only yourself to blame. Now, I don’t want to set the dogs on you, but I will if you don’t fuck off right now.”
Harry frowned. “Do you have any dogs?” he asked. In the times he’d been to the Manor he’d seen peacocks, llamas and a snooty white Persian cat, but no dogs.
“No,” Draco admitted through gritted teeth. “But if that’s what it takes to get rid of you I’ll find some.”
“Look Draco, just hear me out and then I’ll go.”

Draco looked sceptical, but gave a brief nod. “Oh very well. Say what you’ve got to say and then go.”
Harry emerged fully from the tent. “I’m sorry, Draco,” he said, “I know I’ve been a twat, but I never meant to hurt you.” He took a deep breath. “I love you. You know I do, and I know you love me, in spite of everything. Please come home. I miss you.”
“Do you really think that’s all it takes and I’ll just come running back?” Draco said angrily. “Oh god, what are you doing?”

Harry knelt in front of him.
“I’m trying to show you that I mean what I say,” Harry said pulling a small box from his pocket. “Draco, will you marry me?”
“No! I, oh for god’s sake get up! I can’t take you seriously down there.”
Harry got to his feet. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
Draco sighed. “But only if you really want it too. And I don’t think you do.”
“I do! How can I convince you?”
“I don’t think you can,” Draco said sadly, and turned and went back into the house.

“He’s still there, Draco. It’s been nearly two weeks. Can’t you put an end to this ridiculous display?”
“He’ll get tired of it eventually, when he realises it isn’t working.”
“And in the meantime we have to put up with him squatting out there? Darling, you know I was dubious about your relationship with Potter, but is it really beyond repair? I can’t bear to see you so unhappy. And Potter doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.”
“No,” Draco said thoughtfully, “he doesn’t.” Maybe Potter had suffered enough. Maybe they both had.

“Potter.” Draco was back outside the tent.
“Draco!” Harry appeared instantly.
“I’ve been thinking,” Draco began, “against my better judgement I’m prepared to try again. If you still want that too?”
“Yes, oh my god yes! I’d hardly still be living in this horrible tent if it wasn’t!”
Draco permitted himself a small smile. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted.
“Oh you have no idea!” Harry said. “I love you so much, I’ve been going out of my mind without you.”
“Clearly. Well, it seems I can’t live without you either. I love you.”

And then they were in each other’s arms and their lips met in a searing kiss releasing all of their pent-up passion.
“I love you Draco,” Harry said a short while later. “I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that. I promise I never will again.” He paused, wondering if he dare push his luck, deciding in for a penny in for a pound. “I still have that engagement ring if you’re interested?”
“Do you call that a proposal? It must be the worst I have ever heard,” Draco laughed.
But reader, he married him anyway.