IWSC Summer Camp 5- Score! Write about a tournament.

Word count: 1295

Cabin: Weasley

Author's Note: This was written with the amazing support of the rest of the Weasley cabin (Charbo2567, DrarryMadhatter, and Hummus and Peeta).

"Dammit." He muttered and turned to glare at Pansy. "You know what, Pansy, if you're going to sit there making fun of me all day, you can just leave." Draco frowned as he chased the butterfly around his island.

"Draco, darling, it's a glorious evening outside and we're in Greece, take your nose out of your Muggle thing and come and join us. We're going to swim."

"I'll come later." He waved her off. "Yes! Suck it, Potter." Draco cheered when he caught a blue monarch.

"Go join your friends, Malfoy, then you don't have to face up to your devastating loss." Harry's voice came through the mirror. Pansy glared at it.

"You wish."

"Five bugs to three. I like my odds." Harry smirked.

"Well that's cos Pansy is distracting me. It should be five to four!"

"Excuses, excuses."

"Potter! Stop hogging Draco!" Pansy snapped. "You got him addicted to this ridiculous Muggle contraption, you could at least leave him alone while he's with his friends."

"Hey, I didn't ask for this tournament. This was Draco's idea."

"Shut up and go away Pansy." Draco said. Pansy shoved the blond.

"Merlin you're rude." Pansy snapped. "I'm going to get Blaise."

"Whatever, just go away."

"Fine." Pansy spun and walked away, her skirt swaying with her. Harry hadn't meant for Draco to become addicted to the new Animal Crossing game, and he definitely hadn't intended to end up buying Draco his own Nintendo Switch. This was apparently the path life had decided to take him down and, really, who was Harry to argue when Draco looked at him like that? With the absolute and utter joy of a child on their birthday getting presents.

"Bloody dragonfly!" Harry snapped when he missed it for the third time. "Whatever, screw you, I'll go catch a beetle."

"Oh dear, Potter, struggling a little there?"

"No." Harry frowned. "But dragonflies are demon spawn. And honestly I should absolutely be able to catch that owl on the noticeboard and the game is just rigged."

"Ha, sure it is. You're only saying that because you're losing now."

"Don't you have mojitos or something to go drink?" Harry snapped.

"Don't you have a job you're meant to be at?" Draco snapped back. Harry glared at him and chose not to dignify the remark with an answer. Harry took his pole vault and jumped over one of Draco's rivers, heading for the small orchard his boyfriend had cultivated in the hopes of finding some beetles. Harry laughed when instead he came across some rotting turnips.

"Forget to sell your turnips this week, dear?"

"I don't do turnip stocks, it's beneath me."

"Well your bells say you should."

"Bells are fake currency. I'll just keep stealing your things." Draco smirked.

"Wait- did you take my grand piano? You little snake! I never should have given you that switch I-"

"Ha! I have seven bugs now. Enjoy losing, hope you're ready to bankroll all my date night demands."

"You wish."

"Merlin, Draco, get off that bloody game!" Blaise snatched the controller from Draco's hands.

"Give that back!" Draco yelled. He jumped off the sofa and threw himself onto Blaise. "Harry can't win. He'll make me take him to a musical for date night! I can't face another round of Les Mis. I can't Blaise, I just can't! They're all too sad and the songs make my ears ring."

"Hey, I resent that. Les Mis is a masterpiece and you're just uncultured. Anyway, I was thinking we'd try Phantom of the Opera this time."

"Opera, Blaise! Opera!"

"Damn, Potter, that's cruel." Blaise conceded. "How much longer is this bug thing going to last?"

"Until one of us catches fifteen." Draco said. "Which won't be me unless you give me my controller back." Blaise and Draco glared at each other for a while until Blaise finally sighed.

"Fine. If you're not outside in half an hour, I'm coming back."

"Whatever. Now go, I need to concentrate."

Fifteen minutes later and Harry had to admit defeat. His initial good luck had failed him and the bugs had been attracted to Draco it seemed. Harry wondered if Draco had worked out some kind of magic to use on the game but quickly realised that it was a stretch, even for Draco, to have worked out how to make magic work solely to win a bug tournament. Unless…

No, Harry shook his head, he had lost fair and square and now Draco was going to make them go to a stuffy restaurant that Harry would pretend to hate but really love when Draco would take over and order for him.

"Fishing tourney at my place then?" Harry suggested. "Winner gets to pick movie night, loser is on popcorn duty."

"Can't handle losing?"

"Just think my luck might change is all. First to catch five?"

"You're on."

Draco twiddled his thumbs while he waited for Harry to leave and open his island for him. He muttered a quick 'finally' when Orville the dodo eventually said there was a flight to Hedwig right now and he could visit Harry.

"Meet me on the east beach when you get here." Harry said. Draco nodded and ran away from the airport the second he could.

"You've changed your beach, Pott…" Draco trailed off as he processed what was new on Harry's island. The sand was littered with custom designs creating a flower path to where he found Harry's character standing, a ring dropped in front of him and a. Set of designs that spelled out 'marry me?' as if it had been written in the sand. Draco had a full minute of wondering if this was real and Harry was actually proposing to him on a Muggle game. Then it hit him that it really did sound like something Harry would do.

"So?" Harry asked and a second later the crack of Apparation sounded behind Draco. Draco fumbled for a moment for something to say but he managed to turn around and face Harry. Harry was on one knee with a ring box in his hands. The band was silver with a thin line of green twisting through it and charmed with a water like quality that made it look like a tiny river.

"Terrible form, Potter, really." Draco finally managed. "You didn't propose in person. I ought to say no."

"Hey! Animal Crossing is our thing now. Like most people have a song we have this weirdly addictive game. It's us. Also, I'm here now, on one knee, with a ring, so…"

"And worse, you didn't even give me the chance to propose first. I had a whole thing planned out for date night!" Draco crossed his arms.

"You were going to make me bankroll my own proposal?" Harry raised an eyebrow and barely suppressed a laugh.

"Obviously not. I was going to book it all and then pay off your credit myself, duh."

"Oh, obviously." Harry rolled his eyes. "So Slytherin of you, Draco."

"Yes and how Gryffindor of you to steal my proposal."

"Merlin, Draco! Just say yes already so we can go swimming!" Pansy shouted from the balcony. She was tapping her foot impatiently and Harry burst out laughing.

"Yes. Of course. But no more stealing my thunder." Draco tried to look serious but Harry just thought he looked like a toddler trying to tell someone off.

"No more thunder stealing, got it." Harry nodded. "You know, you could always still propose."

"Ha! And let you out of paying for date night? Absolutely not. You lost Potter, pay up."

"Always." Harry leaned in and kissed him. "Now, let's go swimming."