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H/D fic: Trick or Treat
Author:bemygoodday
Title: Trick-or-Treat
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1530
Disclaimer: I don't own it... more accurately, it owns me. I certainly don't make money off of it, as it is the reason I am usually broke.
Warnings: Un betad
When Harry lived with the Dursley’s he never got to go trick-or-treating, always told to go to the cupboard under the stairs until the trick-or-treaters stopped coming. Harry used to spend those nights sitting on his bed in the dark, dressed in whichever clothes he felt most resembled a costume whispering “trick-or-treat” to the doors he encountered in his mind. The next day, Aunt Petunia would always ask him to put the yard to rights after a night of children stomping through their yard. Aunt Petunia would always have Harry hand over the fallen candies he found in the yard so she could give them to Dudley... but he usually managed to sneak a few into his socks to save for days he was sent to bed without supper.
Today was the first Halloween Draco and Harry would be spending in the house they shared. They had bought the house in the small muggle neighborhood because it was close enough to the wizarding district that Draco didn’t complain about the distance and far enough away that it granted Harry the freedom of anonymity in public. Harry had insisted that he and Draco decorate their house for the occasion... the muggle way. Draco protested, but eventually gave in because it was so evident how much it meant to Harry. When the house was finished Harry walked to the center of the street out front to take in the whole scene. He exhaled deeply and proudly when Draco settled at his side.
“You know,” Draco said. “I could spell the spiders to crawl around in the webs over the bushes.”
Harry smiled into his answer, “No, It’s perfect.”
Later that night as kids began to emerge from the neighboring houses clad in everything from gowns to fat suits, Harry and Draco settled into the swing seat on their porch; Harry with a bowl of candy in his lap, Draco with a scythe in his.
“Must you wield a weapon? You might scare the kids away!”
“You said, Potter, that this was supposed to be a scary holiday, did you not? We have headstones in our lawn, I’m merely elaborating on the story of why they are there.”
“You’re impossible.”
“You lack imagination.” Draco sniffed.
It wasn’t long before groups of children were coming to the porch one after the other. Harry could hardly keep the bowl of candy full, constantly needing to open new bags. He commented on nearly every child’s costume as they came by, telling them what a great job they had done on their costumes, and occasionally feigning horror at the children who chose costumes on the macabre side. After about an hour and a half Harry handed Draco the bowl, stating that he needed the loo.
On his way back out to the porch, Harry decided to hang back for a moment to watch Draco from the window. Draco had been making a good show of acting reluctant about the whole “Halloween Business”, but he couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes when he had first shown Harry the scythe he bought specifically for the occasion.
Draco was in the process of handing out candies to a group of children, the smallest of which couldn’t have been older then four, and wearing what appeared to be a green jogging suit with sparkling patches sewn on. The hood to his sweater was rimmed with white triangles of felt and two large eyes were protruding from the top.
“And what are you supposed to be?” Draco asked sweetly.
The child shifted his eyes from Draco, to his scythe, and back again.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about this.” Looking at the weapon in question. He leaned closer to the child and added in a mock whisper, “It’s to ward off the zombies.”
The child stared blankly at Draco for a moment longer before his mouth slowly formed into a mostly toothless grin. “Dwagon!” he shouted animatedly. He turned slightly to show off the green tail coming off the back of his costume with pride.
“That. Is the most genius costume I have seen all night. Here,” Draco said, offering up the bowl of candy, “take two big handfuls.”
The toothless grin only grew wider as the child dug his hands deep into the bowl and came up with a fun sized candy barely contained in each. It didn’t seem to matter that all of the other children had also received two candies a piece.
Harry shook his head. And stepped out of the house when the child had departed for the next house along with the rest of his group.
“Leave it to a Slytherin to manipulate even a child on Halloween into thinking they gave them more then they had.”
“It wasn’t my fault his hands were so small.” Draco sniffed.
“No, but I’m sure you were aware of that fact regardless of whether or not you are at fault.”
“It may have come to my attention... “
Draco seemed to like passing out the candy, so Harry didn’t ask for the bowl back, and Draco didn’t offer. As the night was slowing down, a group of girls in sparkling hat’s with wide brims came by. Each was sporting a sheath dress with unfinished hems, striped tights and shabby brooms. To top the look off, each of the girls had their faces painted green and noses larger than Snape’s.
“And what, may I ask, are you all dressed as?”
Harry laughed under his breath. He was surprised actually that there hadn’t been more “witches” out tonight. He was sure Draco wouldn’t recognize the muggle interpretation.
“We’re witches!” a few of them answered.
Draco took in the whole ensemble, seeming to settle on the oversized noses.
“Witches” He stated.
The girls nodded in chorus.
“I hate to inform you of this,” Draco stated with a tone that indicated he didn’t really hate it at all, “but your costumes are highly inaccurate. I’m afraid you’ll have to go get candy from a house who’s candy givers don’t mind ignorance to such an appalling level.”
Harry sat in shock for a moment before taking the candy from Draco. He apologized to the girls emptying the remainder of the candy into their bags and ushered Draco into the house.
“Witches?” Draco shouted indignantly, “Witches? What the hell do they tell these muggles?”
“It was only a costume Draco, no reason to get upset, besides,” Harry added while looping his arms around Draco’s waist, “If they knew how attractive some people in the wizarding world were”, punctuating his meaning with a kiss to Draco’s temple, “I wouldn’t be able to have you all to myself.”
Draco huffed indignantly, but accepted another kiss from Harry, this time softly, on his lips. “I suppose you’re right.” He added with a sly smile, “I couldn’t possibly be faithful to you knowing the masses of muggle man flesh that would be at the ready to have me.”
Draco sauntered off to take a shower before bed while Harry finished cleaning up the house a bit. Blowing the candles out on the pumpkins, and doing a finite incantatum on the spiders Draco thought Harry hadn’t noticed. Harry finally made his way to their bedroom, stripping of the day’s clothes and pulling on a pair of light cotton bottoms. Before he made it under the covers, a hand gently wrapped around his waist.
“Haaaarryyyyy” Draco’s voice cooed in his ear.
Harry turned around and immediately sprung from Draco’s grip, yelping as he did so.
“What’s the matter Harry?” Draco said, taking a slow step closer.
Draco was clad in an outfit resembling that which the girls wore earlier, complete with green flesh and nose.
“You sodding wanker! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Aw, C’mon, give us a kiss.” Draco giggled as he rushed toward Harry, pinning him to the bed and trying to land a wet one on his mouth.
“Ack! Stop it! You’re disgusting!” Harry began laughing too as Draco tickled his sides, “Please! Oh, stop it! Draco!”
Harry was made defenseless as Draco attacked his sides with soft fingertips. “Whatever do you mean?” Draco asked saccharine-sweet, licking one of Harry’s exposed nipples.
“Urgh! Don’t! It just isn’t right, Draco, it’s not right!” Harry screamed the last word as Draco bit into the same nipple he had just licked.
“Hmmmm… Trick-or-Treat Harry?” Draco whispered, ghosting his breath over Harry’s abused nipple.
Harry didn’t answer, instead continuing to squirm and giggle, as Draco’s fingers never relented their attacks.
“I think,” Draco said, stopping his assault completely, “that the trick, will be your treat.” He removed the glamour from himself then and gave Harry and open kiss to his mouth.
Harry was still for a moment, gathering himself from the earlier attacks, before he melted into the kiss.
“MMmmmm,” Harry hummed into the kiss when Draco’s hands wandered lower.
They continued kissing and groping each other, removing clothes until they were both completely naked. Catching Draco off-guard, Harry flipped him onto his back, mashing their groins together. He leaned so that his lips were next to Draco’s ear, nipping playfully. He started a rhythm with his hips, bringing himself down on Draco, their smooth skin sliding against each other.
Harry smirked evily into Draco's ear,“Trick-or-Treat, Draco?”
~fin
Well, I hope you liked it!
Author:
bemygoodday Title: Trick-or-Treat
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1530
Disclaimer: I don't own it... more accurately, it owns me. I certainly don't make money off of it, as it is the reason I am usually broke.
Warnings: Un betad
When Harry lived with the Dursley’s he never got to go trick-or-treating, always told to go to the cupboard under the stairs until the trick-or-treaters stopped coming. Harry used to spend those nights sitting on his bed in the dark, dressed in whichever clothes he felt most resembled a costume whispering “trick-or-treat” to the doors he encountered in his mind. The next day, Aunt Petunia would always ask him to put the yard to rights after a night of children stomping through their yard. Aunt Petunia would always have Harry hand over the fallen candies he found in the yard so she could give them to Dudley... but he usually managed to sneak a few into his socks to save for days he was sent to bed without supper.
Today was the first Halloween Draco and Harry would be spending in the house they shared. They had bought the house in the small muggle neighborhood because it was close enough to the wizarding district that Draco didn’t complain about the distance and far enough away that it granted Harry the freedom of anonymity in public. Harry had insisted that he and Draco decorate their house for the occasion... the muggle way. Draco protested, but eventually gave in because it was so evident how much it meant to Harry. When the house was finished Harry walked to the center of the street out front to take in the whole scene. He exhaled deeply and proudly when Draco settled at his side.
“You know,” Draco said. “I could spell the spiders to crawl around in the webs over the bushes.”
Harry smiled into his answer, “No, It’s perfect.”
Later that night as kids began to emerge from the neighboring houses clad in everything from gowns to fat suits, Harry and Draco settled into the swing seat on their porch; Harry with a bowl of candy in his lap, Draco with a scythe in his.
“Must you wield a weapon? You might scare the kids away!”
“You said, Potter, that this was supposed to be a scary holiday, did you not? We have headstones in our lawn, I’m merely elaborating on the story of why they are there.”
“You’re impossible.”
“You lack imagination.” Draco sniffed.
It wasn’t long before groups of children were coming to the porch one after the other. Harry could hardly keep the bowl of candy full, constantly needing to open new bags. He commented on nearly every child’s costume as they came by, telling them what a great job they had done on their costumes, and occasionally feigning horror at the children who chose costumes on the macabre side. After about an hour and a half Harry handed Draco the bowl, stating that he needed the loo.
On his way back out to the porch, Harry decided to hang back for a moment to watch Draco from the window. Draco had been making a good show of acting reluctant about the whole “Halloween Business”, but he couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes when he had first shown Harry the scythe he bought specifically for the occasion.
Draco was in the process of handing out candies to a group of children, the smallest of which couldn’t have been older then four, and wearing what appeared to be a green jogging suit with sparkling patches sewn on. The hood to his sweater was rimmed with white triangles of felt and two large eyes were protruding from the top.
“And what are you supposed to be?” Draco asked sweetly.
The child shifted his eyes from Draco, to his scythe, and back again.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about this.” Looking at the weapon in question. He leaned closer to the child and added in a mock whisper, “It’s to ward off the zombies.”
The child stared blankly at Draco for a moment longer before his mouth slowly formed into a mostly toothless grin. “Dwagon!” he shouted animatedly. He turned slightly to show off the green tail coming off the back of his costume with pride.
“That. Is the most genius costume I have seen all night. Here,” Draco said, offering up the bowl of candy, “take two big handfuls.”
The toothless grin only grew wider as the child dug his hands deep into the bowl and came up with a fun sized candy barely contained in each. It didn’t seem to matter that all of the other children had also received two candies a piece.
Harry shook his head. And stepped out of the house when the child had departed for the next house along with the rest of his group.
“Leave it to a Slytherin to manipulate even a child on Halloween into thinking they gave them more then they had.”
“It wasn’t my fault his hands were so small.” Draco sniffed.
“No, but I’m sure you were aware of that fact regardless of whether or not you are at fault.”
“It may have come to my attention... “
Draco seemed to like passing out the candy, so Harry didn’t ask for the bowl back, and Draco didn’t offer. As the night was slowing down, a group of girls in sparkling hat’s with wide brims came by. Each was sporting a sheath dress with unfinished hems, striped tights and shabby brooms. To top the look off, each of the girls had their faces painted green and noses larger than Snape’s.
“And what, may I ask, are you all dressed as?”
Harry laughed under his breath. He was surprised actually that there hadn’t been more “witches” out tonight. He was sure Draco wouldn’t recognize the muggle interpretation.
“We’re witches!” a few of them answered.
Draco took in the whole ensemble, seeming to settle on the oversized noses.
“Witches” He stated.
The girls nodded in chorus.
“I hate to inform you of this,” Draco stated with a tone that indicated he didn’t really hate it at all, “but your costumes are highly inaccurate. I’m afraid you’ll have to go get candy from a house who’s candy givers don’t mind ignorance to such an appalling level.”
Harry sat in shock for a moment before taking the candy from Draco. He apologized to the girls emptying the remainder of the candy into their bags and ushered Draco into the house.
“Witches?” Draco shouted indignantly, “Witches? What the hell do they tell these muggles?”
“It was only a costume Draco, no reason to get upset, besides,” Harry added while looping his arms around Draco’s waist, “If they knew how attractive some people in the wizarding world were”, punctuating his meaning with a kiss to Draco’s temple, “I wouldn’t be able to have you all to myself.”
Draco huffed indignantly, but accepted another kiss from Harry, this time softly, on his lips. “I suppose you’re right.” He added with a sly smile, “I couldn’t possibly be faithful to you knowing the masses of muggle man flesh that would be at the ready to have me.”
Draco sauntered off to take a shower before bed while Harry finished cleaning up the house a bit. Blowing the candles out on the pumpkins, and doing a finite incantatum on the spiders Draco thought Harry hadn’t noticed. Harry finally made his way to their bedroom, stripping of the day’s clothes and pulling on a pair of light cotton bottoms. Before he made it under the covers, a hand gently wrapped around his waist.
“Haaaarryyyyy” Draco’s voice cooed in his ear.
Harry turned around and immediately sprung from Draco’s grip, yelping as he did so.
“What’s the matter Harry?” Draco said, taking a slow step closer.
Draco was clad in an outfit resembling that which the girls wore earlier, complete with green flesh and nose.
“You sodding wanker! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Aw, C’mon, give us a kiss.” Draco giggled as he rushed toward Harry, pinning him to the bed and trying to land a wet one on his mouth.
“Ack! Stop it! You’re disgusting!” Harry began laughing too as Draco tickled his sides, “Please! Oh, stop it! Draco!”
Harry was made defenseless as Draco attacked his sides with soft fingertips. “Whatever do you mean?” Draco asked saccharine-sweet, licking one of Harry’s exposed nipples.
“Urgh! Don’t! It just isn’t right, Draco, it’s not right!” Harry screamed the last word as Draco bit into the same nipple he had just licked.
“Hmmmm… Trick-or-Treat Harry?” Draco whispered, ghosting his breath over Harry’s abused nipple.
Harry didn’t answer, instead continuing to squirm and giggle, as Draco’s fingers never relented their attacks.
“I think,” Draco said, stopping his assault completely, “that the trick, will be your treat.” He removed the glamour from himself then and gave Harry and open kiss to his mouth.
Harry was still for a moment, gathering himself from the earlier attacks, before he melted into the kiss.
“MMmmmm,” Harry hummed into the kiss when Draco’s hands wandered lower.
They continued kissing and groping each other, removing clothes until they were both completely naked. Catching Draco off-guard, Harry flipped him onto his back, mashing their groins together. He leaned so that his lips were next to Draco’s ear, nipping playfully. He started a rhythm with his hips, bringing himself down on Draco, their smooth skin sliding against each other.
Harry smirked evily into Draco's ear,“Trick-or-Treat, Draco?”
~fin
Well, I hope you liked it!