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Camp Food (H/D, PG)
Title: Camp Food
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sesheta_66
Rating: PG, pre-slash
Word Count: ~485
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awdt's prompt of "you get what everyone gets" and for 100quills prompt 050 - "plain."
Summary: Even Malfoys and heroes have to eat camp food.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"You get what everyone gets," grumbled Kingsley as he was patiently explaining to Draco that food was what it was -- plain -- during wartime. They were currently at camp near the most recent battlefield, and there were no luxuries out there.
"But I'm a Malfoy! Surely that counts for something around here!"
"You're lucky it doesn't, or you wouldn't even have a tent!" chimed in Ron.
"Piss off, Weaselby."
"We could still arrange for you to sleep outside, you know."
"I don't --"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, will you two just stop it?" Hermione grumbled. "Take what you can get, Malfoy and shut it. Nobody wants to hear your whining."
"I wasn't --"
"Yes, you were. Look, Malfoy, we are all on edge. We haven't heard from Harry yet, and we'd all appreciate it if you'd just stop thinking about yourself for, oh I don't know, maybe five minutes."
"What do you mean you haven't heard from Harry?"
"She means," Ron said through gritted teeth, "that Harry was supposed to be here by now. We've received no word yet, and we don't know what's happened."
"Oh," was all Draco said as he took his food and found a seat near his tent.
"Why does he get his own tent?" Ron asked Kingsley.
"Nobody wants to share with him," Kingsley answered. "Unless you're volunteering?"
Draco awoke hours later to the sound of someone stumbling around outside. He grabbed his wand and looked out to watch Harry collapse into a heap a few feet away. He didn't stop to wonder where the lookout was before going out to check on Harry. Reaching his unconscious body, Draco noticed that he was bleeding and very cold.
Wasting no time, he brought Harry into his tent. They were not to use magic for fear they would alert the enemy to where they were, so this was not an easy task, but he managed it.
Draco stayed up most of the night cleaning Harry's wounds and watching over him to be sure he was okay. Finally satisfied that Harry wouldn't die in his sleep, Draco had drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Draco awoke before anyone else, clearly still worried enough about Harry to not allow himself a deep sleep. He left the tent, prepared a bowl of porridge and a pot of tea, and brought them back with him.
"Malfoy?" Harry croaked when he finally awoke to see the blonde beside him.
"Shh," Draco said, bringing a cup of tea over to Harry. "Drink some of this." He placed his hand behind Harry's head, and poured some tea into Harry's mouth. "I got you some porridge too."
Draco fed some of the porridge to Harry, only to be met by a sour look from the other man. "Yuck!" Harry complained. "Isn't there something better?" he asked.
Smiling, Draco said, "You get what everyone gets, Potter."
Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: PG, pre-slash
Word Count: ~485
Challenge:
awdt's prompt of "you get what everyone gets" and for 100quills prompt 050 - "plain."Summary: Even Malfoys and heroes have to eat camp food.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
"You get what everyone gets," grumbled Kingsley as he was patiently explaining to Draco that food was what it was -- plain -- during wartime. They were currently at camp near the most recent battlefield, and there were no luxuries out there.
"But I'm a Malfoy! Surely that counts for something around here!"
"You're lucky it doesn't, or you wouldn't even have a tent!" chimed in Ron.
"Piss off, Weaselby."
"We could still arrange for you to sleep outside, you know."
"I don't --"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, will you two just stop it?" Hermione grumbled. "Take what you can get, Malfoy and shut it. Nobody wants to hear your whining."
"I wasn't --"
"Yes, you were. Look, Malfoy, we are all on edge. We haven't heard from Harry yet, and we'd all appreciate it if you'd just stop thinking about yourself for, oh I don't know, maybe five minutes."
"What do you mean you haven't heard from Harry?"
"She means," Ron said through gritted teeth, "that Harry was supposed to be here by now. We've received no word yet, and we don't know what's happened."
"Oh," was all Draco said as he took his food and found a seat near his tent.
"Why does he get his own tent?" Ron asked Kingsley.
"Nobody wants to share with him," Kingsley answered. "Unless you're volunteering?"
Draco awoke hours later to the sound of someone stumbling around outside. He grabbed his wand and looked out to watch Harry collapse into a heap a few feet away. He didn't stop to wonder where the lookout was before going out to check on Harry. Reaching his unconscious body, Draco noticed that he was bleeding and very cold.
Wasting no time, he brought Harry into his tent. They were not to use magic for fear they would alert the enemy to where they were, so this was not an easy task, but he managed it.
Draco stayed up most of the night cleaning Harry's wounds and watching over him to be sure he was okay. Finally satisfied that Harry wouldn't die in his sleep, Draco had drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Draco awoke before anyone else, clearly still worried enough about Harry to not allow himself a deep sleep. He left the tent, prepared a bowl of porridge and a pot of tea, and brought them back with him.
"Malfoy?" Harry croaked when he finally awoke to see the blonde beside him.
"Shh," Draco said, bringing a cup of tea over to Harry. "Drink some of this." He placed his hand behind Harry's head, and poured some tea into Harry's mouth. "I got you some porridge too."
Draco fed some of the porridge to Harry, only to be met by a sour look from the other man. "Yuck!" Harry complained. "Isn't there something better?" he asked.
Smiling, Draco said, "You get what everyone gets, Potter."
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Very nice sweets, x
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And sweet, but always snarky!Draco is ♥ ♥ ♥
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It's very nice to see that Draco can be considerate and helpful top sometimes. :)
Thanks for sharing that cute fic! :D
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