Trick or Treat

[bleedingangel84]

Title: Trick or Treat

Author: bleeingangel84

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/ Draco

Characters: Harry, Draco, Fred, George

Beta: None

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of porn, a bit of hurt/comfort, fluff

Word Count: 1,150

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.

Notes: This is my first time writing a fic for a fest. I really hope this is okay. This also has not been beta’ed at all, so if there are any errors or mistakes, feel free to red ink me. Not entirely satisfied with this, but I still kinda think it's cute.

Written for: The Fluffy Halloween Fest 2012 at hd_fluff using the following prompt: After months of snarkiness and a little bit of flirting, Harry finally plucks up the courage to ask Draco round for dinner and a scary film on Halloween, although he's not terribly sure Draco even sees it as a date. When Draco starts the film it doesn't take them long to realise that Things that go Bump in the Night isn't a horror film at all...

Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #80 - costume, ghost, witch, vampire, treat

Summary: Harry learns it’s never wise to let Fred and George pick the evening’s entertainment, but he just might forgive them.

                                                                                        Trick or Treat     

                                                                                                    

Harry Potter was not your average wizard. Unlike the greater majority of the wizarding world, he had no great love for Halloween. Oh, he liked the festivities well enough. Each year, there was always a prize for the witch or wizard with the best costume. The Halloween feast was always a treat. Each ghost of Hogwarts always entertained their houses by telling the scariest stories possible, making it a competition. It was all great fun, Harry realized.

Unless you were him.

Halloween always left him with a bittersweet feeling of loss as he contemplated the fact that his parents had lost their lives that night. He felt himself getting lost in his memories as he hurried to class, but was jarred from his musings when he collided with someone.

“Do watch where you’re going, Scarhead! I nearly dropped my vial of toad wart. Perhaps you need to get those nearsighted eyes of yours corrected,” Draco Malfoy barked.

“Run along Malfoy. Find someone else to insult. This feuding between us has gone on far too long, so just leave me alone, all right? You’ve been trying to have a go at me since we’ve been back. We’re supposed to be adults now. We should act like it.”

“Why, Potter. I’m impressed. An attempt at maturity from a Gryffindor. How novel.”

“And clearly wasted on you, Malfoy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe we have Potions class to get to,” Harry stated, frowning.

“Potter, you look as though someone drowned your pet kneazle. What is the matter with you?” Draco asked.

“Oh, as if you care, Malfoy,” Harry scoffed, “It’s not your business anyway.”

“Now who’s being immature, Potter? I ask you a civil question and you can’t even give me a decent answer. Do you truly want us to stop fighting or not?”                                      

Harry sighed explosively, running his hands through his already tousled hair.

“It would certainly be a pleasant change. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Perhaps. It might be worth making friends just to shock everyone.”

“You’d want to be friends, Malfoy?” Harry asked, confused, “Why?”

“Need I remind you that I was the first to offer you my hand, Potter? I’ve always wanted to be close to you in some way, but I clearly chose the wrong way to go about it,” Draco said, his voice tinged with something Harry might’ve termed regret.

Harry studied Malfoy carefully, looking for signs of trickery, but was surprised to find him looking sincere. Harry wondered if he was conscious of the fact that he was gnawing on his lower lip in nervousness.

“Malfoy, you know you look like a hungry vampire when you do that? There’s no need to be so nervous. I won’t bite,” Harry told him.

“Do what? And I’m not nervous, Potter,” Draco snarled defensively.

“You were biting your lip so much I was sure it was going to bleed. It would be a shame to damage lips that perfect,” Harry said, almost as if he were talking to himself.

“You think my lips are perfect?” Draco wondered aloud.

“What? No…no, let’s just get to Potions, Malfoy, okay?” Harry said, flustered.

“Draco. My name is Draco. If we’re going to be friends, we should be on a first name basis, don’t you think?”

“Of course. Draco. I’m Harry. It’s very nice to meet you,” Harry said quietly.

“Harry. I like that. Shall I walk with you to potions?” he inquired, smiling.              

Harry felt a flutter low in his belly. Draco’s smile was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

“Let’s go, Draco,” Harry replied, extending his hand.

Draco took it, the contact making him feel as if he’d been electrified.

He was sure this was going to be an interesting friendship.

                                                                                                              ***   

Weeks passed before the castle had adjusted to Harry and Draco becoming friends. Harry sometimes wondered at this himself. He and Draco still regularly traded insults. The blond made pointed use of his usual biting wit, but Harry found he enjoyed the challenge. The insults were now more likely to give way to gentle teasing or playful sessions of tickling in their common rooms that left those in their vicinity looking gobsmacked.

Harry found it peculiarly easy to be open with Draco as time went on, though in the days before Halloween, Draco felt Harry begin to distance himself. Worried he had somehow offended his friend, Draco felt an overwhelming sense relief when Harry asked him to spend the holiday with him. He was careful not to look deeper for the reason he was so relieved, but in the back of his mind, he knew he was falling hard for Harry, and it scared him.

Halloween night was cold and misty. Harry thought it oddly fitting, considering the gloomy mood he was lapsing into, but was very much looking forward to his not-quite-a-date with the gorgeous blond Slytherin. He had asked Kreacher and Dobby to decorate Grimmauld place in honour of Halloween and was pleased with the results.

He had sent an owl to Fred and George Weasley for help choosing a film and gotten back a small unmarked case bearing the title Trick or Treat. Hoping to Merlin it wasn’t going to be too embarrassing, Harry prepared for the evening.

Dinner went well, and it wasn’t long before the two boys were curled underneath a blanket on Harry’s couch, preparing to watch whatever scary film Fred and George had sent.

“Hmm, according to the disc, this is called A Bump in the Night. Certainly sounds appropriate for the season. It should be very scary,” Draco called happily.

Harry was in the kitchen fetching drinks and popcorn when he heard an odd sound, like a strangled moan, followed by the sound of a whip cracking.

“So, what’s the film about, Draco? Is it scary?” Harry asked.

“Harry, I don’t know what you had planned for this evening, but the only thing scary about this film is just how horny it’s making me. Did you plan to show porn tonight? Or was this just a serendipitous accident?” Draco asked.

“I will kill Fred and George! Draco, I am so sorry. I wanted this evening to be perfect, and now it’s ruined!” Harry wailed.

“No, Harry, the evening is not ruined. Come over here and watch with me, just like you planned to. This could give us some ideas, you know?”

“You’d want to-to do that? With-with me?” Harry stammered, flushed from head to toe at the thought.

“Yes, Harry. I’ve loved you for a long time now. Since we’ve had our trick, why don’t you come get your treat? I’m dying to kiss you. And more. Let me make this a good night for you, please?” Draco pleaded.

Harry smiled at the concern in Draco’s eyes and quickly made himself comfortable curled against the Slytherin. Halloween in the arms of the man he loved didn’t sound bad at all.

Comments

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Cute, thanks.

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Thanks for commenting. :)