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Summary: SEQUEL TO ‘SUMMER RAIN’ With the horrors of their past firmly behind them, Harry and Draco have established themselves with a new life in Australia. Just when they thought they had their ‘happily ever after’, something happens to Draco that will test the strength of their relationship and push their love to the boundaries.
(WARNINGS: HBP SPOILERS, H/D slash, post-Hogwarts, established relationship, living-without-magic/living-as-Muggles, sexual content, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, eating disorder, traumatic situations)
Please read ‘Summer Rain’ before this fic; situations in ‘Everything Was Perfect…’ refer to events occurring in ‘Summer Rain’
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JKR owns everything.
Prologue
“Remind me why we’re doing this again,” Harry Potter panted and turned back to glare at his boyfriend.
“Because it’s one of Australia’s most famous landmarks, the view is spectacular, you’ve been whinging about wanting to do this for two years, and now you don’t need your walking stick anymore,” Draco Malfoy said lightly, giving Harry a small pat on the bum.
“I thought I was fitter than this,” Harry moaned. “I need water! Why won’t they give us any?” Harry swiped the back of his hand across his forehead to wipe away the sweat trickling into his eyes.
“So you won’t need to piss at the top,” Draco explained. “I think.”
“This sucks,” Harry complained. “It’s a boiling day and they put us in these spacesuit thingies, and chain us up with an innumerable amount of equipment. It’s barbaric!” Harry was doing a good job sounding just like Draco when he complained.
“Aw, you don’t want to be chained up to me, baby?” Draco pouted teasingly. Harry blinked twice before scowling and not missing a beat in his complaining.
“Yes, but with you wearing much less than a spacesuit!” Harry yanked on his safety harness to try and get it over a joint in the safety wire and smacked his lips when it wouldn’t go.
“They told you to pull it gently over the joins,” Draco reminded him. Harry pulled it through the join exaggeratingly slow and rolled his eyes when it worked. “We’re climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge, Harry!” Draco cried in exasperation. “These are all safety measures so whinging twits like you don’t fall over the edge!”
“Don’t call me a fucking twit!” Harry snapped, stopping along the rail once again to get his breath. “And I’ll whinge if I want to.”
Draco sighed. This wasn’t going how he planned.
“And, ladies and gentlemen, if you look out over this way…” the climbing supervisor slash tour guide’s voice crackled through their headphones. Harry reached up and ripped off his own set.
“I don’t give a shit what’s ‘out over this way’,” Harry growled. “My knee’s hurting.” Draco moved up the next couple of steps to catch up with Harry.
“Is it? Why didn’t you say anything?” Draco fussed and knelt down to inspect Harry’s knee. Harry looked sheepishly at him.
“No, its not. But I wish it was! Then I wouldn’t have to be slogging up fifty million fucking steps on the hottest day of the century!” Harry turned and scaled the next few paces and leaving Draco behind.
“He’s in quite a mood,” a middle aged lady chained up behind Draco commented. Draco got up and turned to smile wryly at her.
“He’s the world’s sweetest guy… when he’s not in a bad mood,” Draco joked and was glad Harry was far enough away to not hear.
“Did he not want to do this in the first place?” she questioned and Draco snorted.
“It was his idea! I just don’t think he had any clue of what it entailed.” Draco shook his head and moved up to where Harry was gazing out over Sydney Harbour at the Opera House. “We’re nearly at the top, babe,” Draco told him. Harry just grunted in reply. “Come on! Smile a bit for me, darling. You’ve waited so long to do this!”
“The view is kind of nice,” Harry huffed reluctantly. “We were lucky to get a good day, too I suppose.”
“See! That’s what I want to hear! You’d regret it if you didn’t do it, wouldn’t you? It’s all that Gryffindor bravery crap.” Draco smirked. Harry stuck his tongue out and scaled the last few metres to the top.
The climbing supervisor was prattling on about the various things that could be seen in various directions, but neither Harry nor Draco were listening. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and kissed the side of his neck. “Was it worth the climb? It’s all down hill from here.”
“Yes, it was worth it,” Harry admitted, a smile finally lighting up his face. “I made it up, Draco! No pain in my knee at all!”
“I knew you’d get there one day.” Draco squeezed him tight. “You’ve been working so hard at it and now, no more walking stick.” Draco looked up and saw the tour guide giving him the thumbs up, and he nodded in return.
Other than the middle-aged couple behind them, Harry and Draco had been at the back of the group. Draco turned Harry around and put his hand behind Harry’s head and pulled him into a kiss.
After a few moments of deep kissing, Harry pulled back. “A snog on the top of Sydney Harbour Bridge!” Harry laughed. “It doesn’t get any better than that, hey?”
Draco immediately dropped to one knee and took Harry’s hand into his, and his other hand was digging in his hip pouch. He withdrew a small black velvet box and snapped it open. Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Harry Potter, you are the world to me. If I could give you everything you see before us, I’d do it in a heartbeat, because you deserve nothing less. After all the shit we’ve been through, we came out at the end relatively unscathed and I love you more than I could possibly describe. We’ve fought, we’ve argued, and we were nearly torn apart forever. We’ve laughed and smiled together; we’ve cried, shouted, screamed, and ignored each other and hell, we’ve even slapped each other a few times, but we’re still here together and I love you so much that right now I feel like I’m about to burst into tears in front of a group of strangers. Harry, will you marry me?” Draco poured his heart out, and Harry stared down at him biting the corner of his lip like he always did when he was anxious.
Everyone in their group, plus the climbing supervisor and the staff stationed at the top of the Bridge were watching Draco propose to Harry eagerly.
“Oh my god! Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” Harry cried and threw himself down into Draco’s arms and started sobbing. Everyone started cheering and clapping and the supervisor hurried over with her digital camera and started snapping photos of the couple.
“No wonder the blond was so exasperated at the brunette’s mood,” the middle-aged man behind them commented and earned a slap in the arm from his wife.
Draco pulled Harry up and stepped back to look into Harry’s green eyes. Harry was grinning, despite the waterfall of tears pouring down his cheeks. Draco wiped them away with his thumb and took the ring from the box and slipped it onto Harry’s ring finger. It was a perfect fit. Harry studied it closely on his finger. It was a simple thin white gold band with three square diamonds across the top.
“Oh god, I love you!” Harry choked out and flung his arms around Draco again.
“Ok boys! Smile for the camera! We’ll get your first official engagement shot!” The supervisor enthused.
Draco wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulders, while Harry hugged Draco tightly around the waist with his head on his shoulder. Draco took Harry’s hand and held it up to the camera to show off the engagement ring. With huge grins on both their faces, the supervisor snapped the picture.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
To see a picture of the ‘spacesuits’ Harry is referring to, please go here: http://www.speedlink.com.au/users/lani/hppage/Spacesuits.jpg
To see an example of what Harry and Draco’s engagement pic would look like, please go here: http://www.speedlink.com.au/users/lani/hppage/climbphoto.jpg