Trick or Treat

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Our story begins on a brisk and bright October morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the halls are bedecked with giant jack o’ lanterns that float near the ceiling like chandeliers. The ghosts, students and teachers are bustling about in preparation for that one special night, All Hallows Eve.

Our heroine is none other than Hermione Jane Granger, an extremely bright witch whose fate is quite uncertain right now, and nothing is quite as it seems.

It is in the Great Hall where we find our heroine and where the plot thickens…

Hermione Granger’s eyes were lazily roaming the front page of the Daily Prophet during breakfast, when one of the schools owl’s landed on her shoulder. The tawny owl’s light weight tore her attention away from the Prophet’s crisp pages to the large scarlet envelope in the bird’s beak.

“Another one?” she muttered under her breath as she gave the owl a knut and tucked the scarlet envelope inside her robes discreetly. This letter smelled delightfully of roses and she felt the heat creep up into her cheeks. With a mouth full of food, Ron Weasley came up for air from his breakfast

“Wha mells like flowers?” he asked thickly.

“No idea,” Hermione said quickly, and the ginger haired Ron went back to his food. It was nearing Halloween and the Great Hall was littered with gargantuan jack o’ lanterns floating from the enchanted ceiling. This morning’s ceiling was dark and ominous with large storm clouds rolling in.

Another storm raged inside a certain blonde Slytherin’s eyes, matching the enchanted ceiling of a threatening nimbus cloud grey. Our charming villain, Draco Malfoy watched with a silent satisfaction as Hermione hid the letter inside her robes but was none too pleased to see her squeezed between ‘St. Potter’ and the ‘Weasel king’ as Draco liked to address Hermione’s close friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley as.

Hermione finished her toast and left the rest for Ron to scavenge from her plate. She slung her book bag over her shoulder and briskly left the Great Hall. Once inside her private Head Girl’s room, she flung herself down on her four-poster bed and deftly removed the scarlet envelope from her robes. She was grateful for the large fireplace that filled her room with delicious heat that cut through that brisk October morning. She especially loved the sound of the crackling fire while she studied the rose seal on the back of the envelope.

This envelope, like all the rest was not made of paper but of one large Rose Petal transfigured into an envelope. Hermione relished the silky feel of the rose petal envelope and pried it open gently. The scent was intoxicating and she gently dragged the envelope across her nose and lips, inhaling the sweet rose scent deep into her lungs as she sprawled out on her bed.

She felt obscene prying open the letter, as if she were stripping through the layers of a man’s clothing, to get to the portion she desperately needed. Her eyes raced over the thin and loopy handwriting, drinking in each letter like a glutton.

Got you, your mine now for as long as you hold the roses in your hand.
I’ve watched you from afar for too long. I want to reveal myself to you.
Be my little red riding hood this hallow’s eve and meet me on the edge of the forbidden forest. You’ll recognize the spot when you see it.

If we can’t burn together I will burn alone - big bad wolf.

Hermione gasped as the firewood made a loud ‘POP’ when she finished her letter. She looked down and noticed the envelope on her satin lavender-colored bedspread had turned into a single dew-kissed red rose. She couldn’t fight the broad grin that spread across her lips and she giggled like mad at the prospect of meeting her secret admirer. He had been sending her these letters since school started up and she had desperately tried to deduce who her secret admirer could be.

Hermione narrowed it down to three boys; Anthony Goldstein, Ernie MacMillian, and Blaise Zabini. She knew the last was highly improbable until she caught the dashing Blaise staring at her during potions class, and he was well known around school as being a Romeo of sorts. Whoever her admirer was, he was romantic, she was certain of that, which ruled out Ron and Harry from the start. She tucked the letter neatly into a charmed lock box and stashed it under her bed with all the other letters she had received.


Draco was sitting in the Head’s common room with a satisfied smirk across his face. He had managed to nick extendable ears off of some fellow Slytherins and could hear Hermione’s giggles behind her door. He slipped the extendable ears quickly back into his pocket and pretended to be packing his books away when Hermione entered the common room.

Draco’s breath hitched when he saw her. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a sexy far away look on her face as she glided through the room. He could feel the beast inside his chest purring as he saw the rose tucked into her hair behind her ear. She looked good enough to eat, he thought. With one golden eyebrow arched, Draco drank in her appearance.

“Who’s the rose from Granger?” he drawled lazily.

She looked startled by his question and soon her expression of shock melted into suspicion. Her eyes narrowed as her hand went to the rose behind her ear.

“Oh umm nobody…why?” she asked warily.

“Calm down. I’m not the goblin inquisition here, just curious as to who’s sucking up to the Head Girl is all,” he said with an amused smirk.

“I just happen to like roses. What’s the crime in that?” she said defensively.

“Whatever you say…see you in potions Granger,” Draco drawled as he exited the Head’s common room.

Hermione’s blood ran cold at the thoughts gushing through her mind. Could Draco be sending her these letters in some attempt at revenge or sabotage? They no longer spat insults left and right at each other since they had matured and become Head boy and girl, but they still weren’t all that friendly with each other. They respected each other’s space and regarded each other with cool indifference most of the time.

Hermione didn’t realize it, but that cool indifference was slowly killing Draco and he’d come to the conclusion that he rather have Hermione hate him than not think of him or talk to him at all. He believed in the fine line between love and hate and was determined to cross that line soon.

Draco was successful in diverting Hermione’s attention back to him and he couldn’t hide the satisfied smirk across his aristocratic face when she began to sneak glances over at him during classes or in the Great Hall at meals. He loved it when she bit her lip when she concentrated on her studies and now she bit her lip when she looked at him, as if she were trying to figure out a particularly difficult arithmancy equation.

Lavendar and Parvati as well as all the other Gryffindor girls giggled and spread it all over the school that Hermione now had a secret admirer.

“I’m sending a message to the secret admirer who sent it to me,” Hermione said to Ginny Weasley, who like her brother Ron had flaming ginger colored hair.

“And that message is?” Ginny asked with a broad grin.

“Well, I’m trying to draw him out. It shows him I accept his gift I suppose,” Hermione said simply.

Hermione made Ginny promise not to tell a soul and let her look at all the roses that were charmed to never decay and pour over the letters.

“Who do you think it is Mione?” Ginny asked as she breathed in the intoxicating scent of the roses.

“Well, I’m not certain but I was thinking either Ernie, Anthony or Blaise. What are you doing Gin?” Hermione asked as she watched Ginny peaking through the keyhole of her room.

“What if it’s Malfoy?!” Ginny said as she hopped up on Hermione’s bed excitedly.

“You are way to happy about that Gin… we’re talking about that blonde ferret for Merlin’s sake!” Hermione chided.

As Ginny read the letters Hermione stared into the blazing fire, thinking of Draco. He was a handsome git and she knew every girl in the castle would love to jump into bed with him. Draco had sleek platinum blonde hair, a lanky swimmers build and dazzling grey eyes. Behind his arrogant smirking lips were sparkling pearly white teeth, and he spoke and walked with a confident sexy swagger that made the girls swoon when he passed. Part of Hermione wished the roses and letters were from him, but she would rather eat flobberworms than admit it. Could Draco possibly be this romantic? She pondered. He certainly was capable of being this secretive and illusive that was for sure.

Ginny sifted through the letters and her eyes went wide with shock as she proceeded to read the letter aloud. “I want to wrap my hands in your soft hair and taste your lips, your breasts, and sink my tongue between the slit of your honey brown curls… HERMIONE! My gods this is so hot!” Ginny said as she began to fan herself with the letter.

Hermione went crimson. “Not a WORD of this to anyone Ginny!” Hermione pleaded.

“I wonder how he knows what color your nether hair is,” Ginny said while she raised her eyebrows suggestively. Hermione thought it would be obvious to assume, but what if there was some way her admirer was watching her when she was naked? The thought made her frightened suddenly.

“I don’t like this Ginny. He’s asked me to meet him and I mean, it could be dangerous. What if it’s all a ploy?” Ginny studied more of the letters as she sank back on the bed

“Well, it’s an obvious ploy to get into your knickers Mione, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing now is it?” she said playfully. “He wants to role play! Oh you have to dress up as little red riding hood and ask him to go to the Halloween masquerade with you!” Ginny suggested excitedly.

Hermione shook her head violently. “No, it’s too risky… it all sounds fishy, what if it IS Malfoy and he’s trying to hand me over to Voldemort or something?”

“Or it could be delicious Anthony Goldstein pining over you. There is only one way to find out isn’t there?” said the daring redhead.

“Ginny…” Hermione sighed in exasperation.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you, you have to do it and tell me all about it!” Ginny prodded.

“Alright, I’ll ask him to the masquerade. I wish owls could talk. If they could trace a letter back to its owner by scent, than it could tell me who it was….” Hermione said in surrender. Ginny handed Hermione a quill and parchment promptly and after Hermione quickly penned her request, the pair went to the owlery to find the tawny owl.

Draco penned a response back to Hermione’s request that night and sealed it into another charmed rose envelope after he put a full drop of the lust potion he had brewed for Hermione onto the envelope. He had slowly but surely upped the dosage of lust potion that would slowly release into the air of Hermione’s room and she would be breathing it in as she slept since the roses would never decay. Draco planned to steal the Head Girl’s virginity by doing so. His dastardly plan was coming along smoothly. He just needed to fly under the radar a little longer, and he would have the brunette witch between his long strong limbs soon.

Draco knew the lust potion was working because he seemed to be able to fluster Hermione by the slightest advances. He wanted to jump for joy, not that Malfoys ever let their emotions get the best of them, but he was still elated when Hermione melted her cauldron when he winked at her during potions. He wanted her virginity as a prize, a chance at revenge for when she slapped the living daylights out of him in front of his friends. He knew deep down it was not all about revenge; he knew that you never forget your first, and he had no intention of letter Hermione forget him for as long as she lived.


And so we find ourselves on All Hallows Eve, where our heroine is preparing for the masquerade. Hermione smoothed the heavy fabric of her bright red riding hood and took in her appearance in the mirror. She painted her lips scarlet and she wore a short, white cotton dress underneath the red cloak. She grabbed her wand and stuck it into her little wicker basket that completed her costume perfectly. With one last look at herself, she made her way out of the Head’s dormitories and met up with her friends in Gryffindor tower.

In another part of the castle, we find our villain Draco in the shadows of the Great Hall, awaiting Hermione’s arrival. The Great Hall is filled with the enormous jack o’ lanterns and the enchanted ceiling reveals a bright clear night, the stars shining brightly and the pale full moon’s beams cascade over the walls. The moon orbits slowly in the ceiling like a giant disco ball on the dance floor.

The professors grimace at the blaring chorus of the Weird sisters echoing through the hall, and then suddenly Draco sees her. Her lips are full and glistening cherry red in the pale moonlight and he licks his fangs in appreciation. The music has changed to something slower now. How perfect, he smirks to himself as he listens to the first few notes of “I put a spell on you”. Draco swaggers across the floor and the sea of costumed people part for him. He slinks himself between her and her friends and separates her from the crowd, she the prey and he the predator.

Draco gently taps her on her shoulder and when she takes in his appearance she gasps.

“You,” she breathes. Draco’s costume was as he promised, the big bad wolf. He performed a very elaborate glamour on himself to make his eyes bright yellow. He had silvery fur on his chest and arms, rippled with muscles and torn jeans. He was well disguised and his fine aristocratic features were well hidden by a short snout, fangs and short pointed ears.

Without saying a word, he took hold of her waist and closed the gap between them. Hermione melted into his body and wrapped her hands around his neck.

“Who are you?” she asked with a dazed expression. Draco simply shook his head and guided her expertly across the floor. A clawed hand drifted lower to her ass and she gave out a startled squeak as he pinched it. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his intense yellow eyes; she felt like she was being hypnotized. Draco and Hermione danced a few more songs before he gripped her hand and lead her out of the Great Hall and into the pale moonlight.

Draco stood behind her and slowly slid her red hood down to her shoulders. She froze in her tracks, not daring to make a move and Draco caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. Hermione was overcome with such intense passion for the man behind her; his scent alone made her folds slick and quivering. She could not explain why she desperately wanted to give herself to the man she couldn’t put a face or name to, only that she felt herself come alive by the flame of lust he ignited in her.

Draco led her to the edge of the forbidden forest and Hermione’s mouth dropped open when she saw the glorious rose bush in front of her. Draco picked a rose off and trailed the bloom across her cheek, down her neck and cleavage. Suddenly Draco grabbed her little wicker basket and tossed it aside and pulled her to him. She tried to protest but she felt her knees give out when his lips crashed on to hers. Draco had rid himself of his glamour and was now back to normal, now standing before her in nothing but ripped jeans. She tried to get a better look at him in the moonlight but his fevered kisses and the darkness of the forest prevented her. Her hands went everywhere on instinct, into his silken hair and over the hard muscles of his back.

He picked her up and took her further into the forest and her eyes tried to focus on his face. Her senses were clouding her mind and she knew she should be putting up more of a struggle as this strange man carried her further into the forbidden forest. She lightly struggled against him. His scent made her feel as if she was an animal in heat and she fought the urge to taste his smooth skin.

Suddenly, as the moon shot through the clouds and penetrated the dense forest, she could see a huge pile of rose petals spread out to look like a bed on the forest floor. Draco stopped and watched as Hermione’s eyes met his for the first time, cold grey colliding with warm brown ones. His platinum hair shimmered in the moonlight and Hermione’s breath was taken away by how beautiful he looked. Her mind screeched to a stop and she stifled a scream. It was true. She just knew Draco was taking her to Voldemort. She tried to break free from his arms and he let go of her, tossing her body onto the piles of rose petals.

She scrambled to get up to run away but Draco was on her in an instant. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her back into the center of the pile of petals. He pounced on her and pinned her underneath him, the moonlight shining off his platinum blond hair. Hermione stared in shock as his beautiful features came into focus in the moonlight. His broad shoulders and the muscles of his back shone in the pale light and Hermione found a strange warmth spreading through her body. She fought against these feelings, and struggled against him till she felt his hand connect with the side of her face.

“Be a good girl Little Red and I promise not to pass you around tonight. You see I know a number of Death Eaters that would be very pleased to meet your acquaintance if you know what I mean,” he said as he smirked down at her. Draco roughly held her hands above her head with one hand while he pulled at the strings of her cloak with his teeth.

She tried to knee him as best she could but he laid his full weight on top of her.

“If you struggle you’ll get fucked by every Death Eater in these woods tonight; if you give in… it’ll just be me to do the honors”.

His face was centimeters away from hers and the lust potion was working overtime. Her body was aching for him already, but her mind was shrieking like a banshee for her to fight back.

“Because you see Hermione, I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you, and one way or the other, I’ll be the first to sink myself into your virgin core tonight”.

Hot tears were stinging her eyes and she gasped when he plunged his hand underneath her cotton skirt. He ripped her knickers off of her with one quick tug and his silver eyes darkened with lust.

“Please Draco… stop” she whimpered underneath him. He crashed his lips down onto hers and her mind went swimming as she was completely lost in his touch. His tongue forced itself into her mouth and she began to moan into his mouth loudly. When he released her lips she panted against his shoulder and he stared down at her.

“Tell me you want me,” he said in a low dangerous whisper.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out his sinful lips, trying not to respond to his hands that scorched her flesh. She felt him release her wrists, only to find him ripping at her costume. Within seconds he had her costume in shreds and she was completely exposed underneath him.

“Tell me you want me!” he snarled down at her.

She gasped when she felt his long fingers trace the slit of her opening. He grabbed her throat and forced her to look at him as he slid his fingers deeper into her, she knew her body was betraying her by the way his fingers slid into her already soaking wet folds. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked greedily on them. She let out a loud moan and her eyes locked onto his, a look of mild shock spreading across his gorgeous face.

He slid his fingers back into her and pumped furiously into her, her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts and he quickly encased her nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily on her skin. As she lost all control of her mind and her body took over, she wrapped her hands in his silken hair.

“Draco! I want you,” she gasped out into the frosty October night.

Her eyes went wide in shock of her own words and she felt a jolt of electricity race through her veins when she heard the metallic clink of his belt unbuckling. His pale cheeks were growing pinker and his breathing was more labored. He claimed her lips and trapped her nipples between his Quidditch callused fingers. He ripped his mouth from her and suddenly he stood over her.

“Suck me Hermione,” he demanded breathlessly.

She felt the flood of her own juices between her thighs and she slowly knelt in front of him. He let out a deep groan and fisted his hand in her hair when she licked her lips before tugging his torn jeans down his legs. She looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes shinning with tears, as her small hand wrapped around the base of his long hard shaft. She stared at his length and hesitated in fear. He could feel her hand trembling and he tugged on her hair gently to spur her on. She lightly licked at the tip of his cock before sucking the swollen head into her mouth.

He looked down at her, her riotous curls hanging down her back as her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. The blood red rose petals spread out underneath her as he saw her small perky breasts pressed against his thighs. Her cherry red lips wrapped around his cock and her cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He wanted to burn this image into his brain forever.

Draco thrust deeper into her mouth and heard a soft moan vibrate around his cock.
He ripped himself from her mouth and pushed her back onto the rose petals roughly. He pried her legs apart and nestled between them as she tried to push him off of her. He enjoyed overpowering her, and he didn’t even need a wand to do so.

“Potter won’t recognize your body once the Dark Lord’s had his fill of you,” he threatened. She froze at his words and stopped her struggle against him. “You might even enjoy this my little mudblood,” he said as he flicked his tongue over her hard nipple.

Hermione’s hands gripped his shoulders harder and she gave in to the pleasure, pressing her sex closer into his hot body. He pinned his hands on the sides of her head as he hovered over her. Staring down at his prey, he licked his lips.

He reached between their bodies and positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel her entire body tense with fear. He stared down into her glistening eyes as he quickly sheathed himself inside of her. He felt her muscles tense around him as he pushed into her to the hilt. Hermione let out a gasp as she felt a searing pain as Draco ripped through her virginity. She saw stars when he started to ram into her womb over and over again.


He saw the tears now streaming down her face and softened his blows into her soft flesh. He stared transfixed into her eyes as he pumped into her rhythmically, savoring the feel of her slick folds as she started to loosen up for him. Draco rained kisses over her face as she dug her nails into his shoulders. He brought her closer and closer to climax and he stared down at her in awe as she opened for him like the bloom from one of the lush red roses he had given her. The mixture of pain and bliss painted her beautiful face as he felt her juices gush over his cock.

“Draco!” she hissed as she dug her nails fully into his back, sending him over the edge to erupt inside of her like a geyser. He collapsed on top of her and she snaked her hands into his hair as the pair lay panting in each other’s arms. She heard the rustle of leaves and she felt as if all the fire Draco stoked inside of her had been be doused by a bucket of ice water. She knew she wouldn’t survive this night and that soon Voldemort would be subjecting her to horrors she couldn’t even imagine.

Draco felt a strong hand grip his shoulder almost painfully.

“You’ve had your fill Draco; now it’s time to share”. It was his father’s voice, the person he feared more than even Voldemort himself.

“No, she’ll cooperate without being tortured father!” Draco said quickly.

“Draco…” Lucius chided impatiently, “you will follow the Dark Lord’s orders!”

Suddenly Hermione felt Draco being ripped from her and saw a flash of long platinum hair. She gasped when she saw Draco and his father wrestling each other to the ground. She didn’t think twice before she grabbed her cloak and ran for her life. The only thought in her mind as she heard the rustle of leaves and heavy footfalls behind her was to get to the castle as fast as she could.