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A Tent Through Abating Peanuts
So the girls I'm rooming with at Prophecy and I had a lil Challenge thingy going on, and I finally wrote one of two challenges. 8 days til Prophecy, I will get them both done! I swear! (You know I will, I work well under pressure. At least, timeful demanding pressure, anyways.) Thanks to my wife, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunsets_shadows for the quick read-through, and for letting me live vicariously through her Microsoft Word.
Sarah's Challenge
KEYWORDS: Peanut, Goat, and Rock
DIALOGUE:"Aww... I miss him already. He was quite charming!"
A Tent Through Abating Peanuts
"You know, I really, really don't understand why we had to give that man our wands. I really, really hate that we had to give that man our wands. How are we supposed to survive this desolate forest land without magic?" Draco was in the passenger seat of the jeep Harry had rented for the weekend. The road they were on had turned from gravel to dirt over half an hour ago.
"We'll be fine. It's called 'camping', Draco, and it's a Muggle campground - we'll get our wands back on the way out."
"Why couldn't we have gone Wizard camping?"
"Because there's absolutely no skill in that."
"But at least we wouldn't have to worry about making our own fire. Or cooking our own food - on sticks! Or bears..."
Harry laughed. "Why would we have to worry about bears?"
Draco ignored him. "And if we had our wands, Harry, we wouldn't have to sleep on the bloody ground. I can't believe what I've been reduced to. Like, the tent thing is okay... that sounds fun, even, but if we had wands, I could Summon a really nice airbed. Do you know how much fun we could have on an airbed?"
Harry smirked, taking one eye off the road to catch Draco's eye. But Draco had turned around and fitted himself in between the passenger and driver's seat, and he began searching through one of the duffel bags in the backseat.
"What are you looking for?"
"A snack. All this nature is giving me hunger pains."
"There's some peanuts in the side pocket of the blue bag..."
"Found them... is this all you brought, Potter? I should have known better than to entrust you with the food." He came back to his seat with the small bag of peanuts in hand.
"Well, we couldn't bring any Wizard snacks."
"But still... peanuts? You're weird."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I... hate... no, I detest and loathe... peanuts. Why, Potter? Why peanuts? Why didn't you inherently know that I was allergic to peanuts?"
Harry stopped what he was doing - which happened to be assembling a rather complicated tent - to wipe the sweat from his forehead and give Draco a look. "You had two peanuts, decided you didn't like them, and then you threw them out the window. I think you just have a stomachache, is all."
"You have no idea how much pain I'm in!" Draco was sprawled across the forest floor, using a large flat rock as a pillow. "If I had my wand, I could perform a simple healing spell, and then I'd be able to help you put together that... that thing. That one room, ridiculous excuse for a tent..."
"Draco," Harry began, a bit exasperatedly, "Wizard tents aren't allowed. I told you we'd be doing everything the Muggle way this weekend, and when I said I didn't think you could do it, you assured me that you could."
"I could, if I wasn't in pain... what the fuck is that, Harry, come here!!!" Draco almost flew into standing position, and was half dragging Harry away from the edge of the woods.
"What is your problem? What?" Harry demanded, letting himself be pulled, watching sadly as the pole slipped out and the tent started to deflate. Draco was pointing manically into the woods beyond the tent, where suddenly Harry was aware of a pair of eyes, watching them.
"It's a Muggle demon, Harry, what do we do?!" Draco said in a loud, panicked stage whisper. "Do they get it with sharp sticks, the same way they cook their food?!"
At that moment, the creature decided to amble out of the darkness of the woods into the sunshine of the small clearing. It was slowly chewing a mouthful of grass, and seemed to be ignoring them entirely. It was eyeing the blue duffel full of food. Draco shivered and gripped Harry's arm, hard.
"It's... it's just a goat." Harry stifled the urge to laugh out loud.
"A goat? What's that? What does it do?"
"Uh... I don't really know. They're on farms... they..."
"I didn't know we were near a farm."
"I didn't think we were, either. Maybe it's a wild goat..."
Draco's eyes widened. "So it hasn't been tamed?"
"I don't think they're really all that dangerous to begin with. If we leave it alone it will probably just go away..."
"It's sniffing our food! Make it go away, Harry... do you have more peanuts? Give it the peanuts!"
"You threw them out the window."
"What, no reserve peanuts, in case Muggle demons decide to meander into our camp?"
Harry dislodged his arm from Draco's grip and took a few cautious steps towards the goat. It turned its head quickly around to face Harry, and Draco gasped.
"Can you speak Parseltongue to it and make it understand?"
Harry shook his head and chose not to dignify that with an answer. He took a few more steps towards the goat. It seemed to feel that its personal space was being violated, because it turned and sauntered back into the darkness of the forest from whence it came.
When Harry turned around, Draco was still staring at the indented spot of foliage where it had disappeared.
"How's your stomach?" Harry asked. Draco slowly turned his head to face him.
"I think it'll be okay. You better get that tent set up. We'll need a place to hide in case more come. I'll... I'll keep watch." Draco sat down nervously on the large flat rock he'd been using as a pillow, and Harry sighed, thinking that perhaps Muggle camping hadn't been the best idea for Draco's first complete integration into the culture.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Aww... I miss him already. He was quite charming, Cornelius was!" Draco was standing three feet away from the fire, holding a stick with a marshmallow on the end of it in the general direction of the flames. The stars had come out.
"I still can't believe you named the bloody goat." Harry muttered, placing his hands on Draco's waist and moving him slowly closer to the fire.
"Too hot, too hot! I can feel the radiating heat, it's radiating all the cleanliness off of me, after this I'm going to smell like burning wood and dirt and flaming sugar-" He stopped speaking abruptly, as soon as he felt Harry's lips gracing his neck. He tilted his head, closing his eyes, forgetting about the marshmallow completely. Harry, however, saw it dip into the fire, and consequently fall to its sugary molten death.
"It's dead," he whispered.
Draco's eyes opened, bewildered. "Cornelius is?"
Harry laughed. "No... your marshmallow. You let it die."
Draco stared down the length of his stick, surprised to find the marshmallow gone and the stick on fire. He threw the whole thing into the flames and leaned backwards into Harry, feeling arms encircle him just below his ribs.
"All your fault," Draco whispered, placing his hands on Harry's arms, turning his head so that he could look into those green eyes.
"Oh, yeah?" Harry challenged. Always at night - or maybe just when things were starting to progress at night - Harry's voice would drop an octave at least, acquiring a certain edge, a deep clarity, that made weird things happen in the pit of Draco's stomach.
Draco spun around and captured Harry in a kiss, his hands making their way around Harry's waist, and Harry's hands snaking up to settle around his neck. Draco pulled out of the kiss slowly, whispering, "I think I really like camping."
With the same low quality, Harry laughed, and pulled Draco closer to him. "I think you're just saying that."
"Well... I love being with you, and when you save me from forest demons, even when they turn out to be friendly and named Cornelius, and I love watching you put that bloody tent together and watching you take off your shirt, because you know, tent assembling, that's gruelling, sweaty work-"
"That thing was unnaturally difficult!"
"-and I love the determined look you get in your eye when you're explaining Muggle things to me, like sharp sticks and lighter fluid, because I can tell it means something to you, and that you want me to understand, and I love you because you care about things like that, because you have such a good, good soul, and sometimes I don't even know why you bother, but then, I realize, I'm actually having fun and it's because of you-"
Harry's mouth silenced him. "Too much talking. Shhh..."
"I love you," Draco whispered around Harry's mouth.
"Love you, too."
The stars were out that night, and their fire was the only one in a seven mile radius. A goat, who didn't know his name was Cornelius, slept at the base of an old tree about twenty feet away from them. Draco really didn't know if he enjoyed camping all that much, but if anyone could change his mind, it was Harry.
sunsets_shadows for the quick read-through, and for letting me live vicariously through her Microsoft Word. Sarah's Challenge
KEYWORDS: Peanut, Goat, and Rock
DIALOGUE:"Aww... I miss him already. He was quite charming!"
A Tent Through Abating Peanuts
"You know, I really, really don't understand why we had to give that man our wands. I really, really hate that we had to give that man our wands. How are we supposed to survive this desolate forest land without magic?" Draco was in the passenger seat of the jeep Harry had rented for the weekend. The road they were on had turned from gravel to dirt over half an hour ago.
"We'll be fine. It's called 'camping', Draco, and it's a Muggle campground - we'll get our wands back on the way out."
"Why couldn't we have gone Wizard camping?"
"Because there's absolutely no skill in that."
"But at least we wouldn't have to worry about making our own fire. Or cooking our own food - on sticks! Or bears..."
Harry laughed. "Why would we have to worry about bears?"
Draco ignored him. "And if we had our wands, Harry, we wouldn't have to sleep on the bloody ground. I can't believe what I've been reduced to. Like, the tent thing is okay... that sounds fun, even, but if we had wands, I could Summon a really nice airbed. Do you know how much fun we could have on an airbed?"
Harry smirked, taking one eye off the road to catch Draco's eye. But Draco had turned around and fitted himself in between the passenger and driver's seat, and he began searching through one of the duffel bags in the backseat.
"What are you looking for?"
"A snack. All this nature is giving me hunger pains."
"There's some peanuts in the side pocket of the blue bag..."
"Found them... is this all you brought, Potter? I should have known better than to entrust you with the food." He came back to his seat with the small bag of peanuts in hand.
"Well, we couldn't bring any Wizard snacks."
"But still... peanuts? You're weird."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I... hate... no, I detest and loathe... peanuts. Why, Potter? Why peanuts? Why didn't you inherently know that I was allergic to peanuts?"
Harry stopped what he was doing - which happened to be assembling a rather complicated tent - to wipe the sweat from his forehead and give Draco a look. "You had two peanuts, decided you didn't like them, and then you threw them out the window. I think you just have a stomachache, is all."
"You have no idea how much pain I'm in!" Draco was sprawled across the forest floor, using a large flat rock as a pillow. "If I had my wand, I could perform a simple healing spell, and then I'd be able to help you put together that... that thing. That one room, ridiculous excuse for a tent..."
"Draco," Harry began, a bit exasperatedly, "Wizard tents aren't allowed. I told you we'd be doing everything the Muggle way this weekend, and when I said I didn't think you could do it, you assured me that you could."
"I could, if I wasn't in pain... what the fuck is that, Harry, come here!!!" Draco almost flew into standing position, and was half dragging Harry away from the edge of the woods.
"What is your problem? What?" Harry demanded, letting himself be pulled, watching sadly as the pole slipped out and the tent started to deflate. Draco was pointing manically into the woods beyond the tent, where suddenly Harry was aware of a pair of eyes, watching them.
"It's a Muggle demon, Harry, what do we do?!" Draco said in a loud, panicked stage whisper. "Do they get it with sharp sticks, the same way they cook their food?!"
At that moment, the creature decided to amble out of the darkness of the woods into the sunshine of the small clearing. It was slowly chewing a mouthful of grass, and seemed to be ignoring them entirely. It was eyeing the blue duffel full of food. Draco shivered and gripped Harry's arm, hard.
"It's... it's just a goat." Harry stifled the urge to laugh out loud.
"A goat? What's that? What does it do?"
"Uh... I don't really know. They're on farms... they..."
"I didn't know we were near a farm."
"I didn't think we were, either. Maybe it's a wild goat..."
Draco's eyes widened. "So it hasn't been tamed?"
"I don't think they're really all that dangerous to begin with. If we leave it alone it will probably just go away..."
"It's sniffing our food! Make it go away, Harry... do you have more peanuts? Give it the peanuts!"
"You threw them out the window."
"What, no reserve peanuts, in case Muggle demons decide to meander into our camp?"
Harry dislodged his arm from Draco's grip and took a few cautious steps towards the goat. It turned its head quickly around to face Harry, and Draco gasped.
"Can you speak Parseltongue to it and make it understand?"
Harry shook his head and chose not to dignify that with an answer. He took a few more steps towards the goat. It seemed to feel that its personal space was being violated, because it turned and sauntered back into the darkness of the forest from whence it came.
When Harry turned around, Draco was still staring at the indented spot of foliage where it had disappeared.
"How's your stomach?" Harry asked. Draco slowly turned his head to face him.
"I think it'll be okay. You better get that tent set up. We'll need a place to hide in case more come. I'll... I'll keep watch." Draco sat down nervously on the large flat rock he'd been using as a pillow, and Harry sighed, thinking that perhaps Muggle camping hadn't been the best idea for Draco's first complete integration into the culture.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Aww... I miss him already. He was quite charming, Cornelius was!" Draco was standing three feet away from the fire, holding a stick with a marshmallow on the end of it in the general direction of the flames. The stars had come out.
"I still can't believe you named the bloody goat." Harry muttered, placing his hands on Draco's waist and moving him slowly closer to the fire.
"Too hot, too hot! I can feel the radiating heat, it's radiating all the cleanliness off of me, after this I'm going to smell like burning wood and dirt and flaming sugar-" He stopped speaking abruptly, as soon as he felt Harry's lips gracing his neck. He tilted his head, closing his eyes, forgetting about the marshmallow completely. Harry, however, saw it dip into the fire, and consequently fall to its sugary molten death.
"It's dead," he whispered.
Draco's eyes opened, bewildered. "Cornelius is?"
Harry laughed. "No... your marshmallow. You let it die."
Draco stared down the length of his stick, surprised to find the marshmallow gone and the stick on fire. He threw the whole thing into the flames and leaned backwards into Harry, feeling arms encircle him just below his ribs.
"All your fault," Draco whispered, placing his hands on Harry's arms, turning his head so that he could look into those green eyes.
"Oh, yeah?" Harry challenged. Always at night - or maybe just when things were starting to progress at night - Harry's voice would drop an octave at least, acquiring a certain edge, a deep clarity, that made weird things happen in the pit of Draco's stomach.
Draco spun around and captured Harry in a kiss, his hands making their way around Harry's waist, and Harry's hands snaking up to settle around his neck. Draco pulled out of the kiss slowly, whispering, "I think I really like camping."
With the same low quality, Harry laughed, and pulled Draco closer to him. "I think you're just saying that."
"Well... I love being with you, and when you save me from forest demons, even when they turn out to be friendly and named Cornelius, and I love watching you put that bloody tent together and watching you take off your shirt, because you know, tent assembling, that's gruelling, sweaty work-"
"That thing was unnaturally difficult!"
"-and I love the determined look you get in your eye when you're explaining Muggle things to me, like sharp sticks and lighter fluid, because I can tell it means something to you, and that you want me to understand, and I love you because you care about things like that, because you have such a good, good soul, and sometimes I don't even know why you bother, but then, I realize, I'm actually having fun and it's because of you-"
Harry's mouth silenced him. "Too much talking. Shhh..."
"I love you," Draco whispered around Harry's mouth.
"Love you, too."
The stars were out that night, and their fire was the only one in a seven mile radius. A goat, who didn't know his name was Cornelius, slept at the base of an old tree about twenty feet away from them. Draco really didn't know if he enjoyed camping all that much, but if anyone could change his mind, it was Harry.