The Spirited 13 Days of Halloween

A/N: Cookies for everyone who reads! Also, if the lime/lemon scenes seem a bit stale/forced, I apologize. For some reason, my muse is deserting me when the time comes to write those scenes. Forgive me!!

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28 October, Day Ten

Blaise Zabini was in seventh heaven. He was sure the Weasley Twins hadn't meant for there to be so much sex going on in the castle because of the the pranks but, that was what was going on. Of course, if that stupid Mclaggen boy wasn't so stupid, there wouldn't have been so much but it had happened. Ah, well.

He twirled his wand in his fingers, whistling as he memorized the spell in front of him. He wouldn't even be considering this if Ginevera wasn't being so stubborn. It was clear that Harry wasn't breaking up with Draco any time in the future nor that Draco would let Harry go. Besides all that, he hadn't seen either boy so happy as they had in the last couple of days.

No. It was time for someone to take Ginevera Weasley in hand, literally. He smiled and closed his eyes, focusing himself for this task. The last thought he had before casting was that he hoped that the teachers would conjure robes immediately after entering the Great Hall.

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Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw what had happened to the Great Hall. It looked quite different from the night before. There were students standing around the entrance, looking uncertain. When asked, they said they didn't want to go in because there was a charm that would change the dress of whoever entered the room.

As Harry looked over the few brave souls in the hall, he knew why.

Someone had enchanted the Great Hall to resemble a torture chamber and the people who entered were dressed in very provocative outfits, mostly made out of what looked like leather.

"Oh, honestly," Hermione huffed. She was standing by Harry's shoulder. "This is getting ridiculous! I know we're all horny but two days in a row!"

"It's not so bad, dear," Theodore Nott said as he joined them. He kissed Hermione. "I rather like this idea."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

Theo chuckled and pulled the girl into the room with him. The students all gasped when Theo was suddenly on his knees, gagged and a chain coming out from a collar. Hermione was wearing a corset, leather hipster underwear, a garter with the belts on thigh high nylons and high heels; she was holding a whip in one hand and the end of Theo's chain in the other.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled from the crowd.

Hermione glared at her ex. "What is it, Ronald?"

He blushed when all eyes turned to him. "You're with him now? A Slytherin? And that...that outfit!"

Hermione started smile as she took in how she was dressed and where Theo was. She stood a little straighter. "Yes, I am. He's quite good. Better than you."

There were gasps through the crowd and furious whispers broke out. Ron ran out, toward the tower and Hermione tugged on the chain in her hand, leading Theo over to the table against the wall where breakfast was being served buffet style.

"Harry, we're going in," Draco said excitedly.

"I really don't understand all this," Harry said. He had a vague idea but really, no clue.

Draco smiled. "It's called BDSM. Bondage, domination, sadism, masochism."

Harry suddenly blushed bright. He had gone back to the dorm the night before--stupid rules; he'd have liked to spend the night with Draco--he had actually found Dean and Seamus not attached at the lips. He had admitted that he had rimmed Draco and that he was curious about what else they could do and Seamus had kindly donated a book that he claimed "helped him through his curious years".

There had been an entire chapter on what Draco was talking about. He didn't know if was something he would readily admit to but he was interested in.

"Well, I'm hungry," Draco said. "I'm going in."

Harry shrugged. Might as well, too. What did he have to loose?

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Draco was interested in what he was going to be dressed in and wished he had a mirror. As he looked around the hall to see what was there, he found exactly what he had been looking for. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled them over.

He was excited to find that he was wearing his cat ears (secretly, he hoped that one day, he and Harry would do something involving those) but also was wearing ass-less chaps and a harness instead of a shirt. He was also wearing his green collar but it had a new hook on it that had an attaching collar, like Theo.

Harry looked just as good. He was wearing leather pants and a leather vest. In his hand was a paddle.

"Well, this is going to be in my memory for some time," Draco purred. He rather liked how the leather showed off Harry's lean muscles.

Harry smirked as he ran an eye down Draco's body. "I think I'm going to like finding some other collars for you. You look good in them."

Draco smiled and tilted his head up for a kiss which was given. He handed Harry the end of his leash and led them over to the breakfast table. They passed Hermione who had conjured a table and chairs and had Theo feeding her as she relaxed. She lifted her glass in greeting and conjured two more chairs.

"I'll get our breakfast," Draco said to Harry.

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and kissed the top of Draco's head, near one of the ears. "Are you going to feed me, too, kitty?"

Draco purred. "If you would like."

They had just sat down and Draco decided which fruit to feed Harry first when there was a commotion by the crowd that was slowing entering the hall. Ginny had arrived to breakfast and had been exclaiming loudly about the decor. Suddenly, someone bumped into her and they both tumbled in.

The students started chuckling. Ginny had suddenly found herself on her knees, hands bound behind her. She was wearing a bustier and fishnets; there was a collar that kept her looking straight ahead or up if she lifted her eyes; finally, there was, yet again, a leash that her partner was holding.

Blaise had been the one who pushed Ginny in and he was wearing an outfit similar to Harry's, only it was in white. He was smiling. He kneeled before Ginny and kissed her. Amazingly, she moaned and leaned into him.

He pulled back and pulled on the chain. "Come on, dear. We need to have a little chat."

Ginny, surprisingly, followed quietly. Her eyes were downcast and she was blushing. She never once looked at Harry.

"Well, I think I know who did this prank," Hermione said.

"I think Blaise is about to teach her what it means to be a slave," Draco said.

"Well, some one needed to take her in hand," Theo said.

Hermione gently hit his chest with her heel. "Hush. I didn't tell you to stop feeding me."

Theo smiled brightly. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

Hermione smiled. "I think I like this."

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Blaise cast a very strong locking charm on the classroom he himself had transformed for his use when he found he couldn't stand his own room mates. It was a very simple lay out--a bed, a chair and desk. However, it would suit his needs at present.

He transfigured the end of Ginny's chain into a hoop large enough to go around the bed post and linked the girl to the bed. She looked at him, defiant but, too, like a lost puppy.

He sat in the chair lazily, spreading his legs which naturally brought her eyes to his erection. "We find ourselves at a very unique position."

She narrowed her eyes. "Is that so?"

He nodded. "Indeed. You wish to tear Harry and Draco apart while I wish to keep them together."

She scoffed. "Harry belongs with me. We're perfect for each other."

Blaise chuckled. "You refer, of course, to that you like to be taken care of and Harry is someone who naturally likes to take care of people."

She sniffed. "Well, yes."

Blaise laughed. "Oh, poor dear."

She turned a bit red in anger. "What?"

Blaise shook his head. "You weren't there in the war, my dear. You have no idea the horror that Harry had to have gone through to survive it."

"He's still a kind and considerate person," she defended hotly.

"This is true or we would all be bowing down to Voldemort," Blaise said quickly, determined to stop Ginny's arguments, "However, Harry has some lasting damage from the war. Not just physical injuries, however. Harry has learned true exhaustion and he has learned to need people.

"That, my dear, is the very crux of the problem," Blaise told her. He stood and kneeled by the red head. "He needs someone who will take care of him as well. In all ways."

She sighed. He cocked his head to the side and asked, "What?"

Her face tightened, like she was fighting tears. "I just wanted a perfect ending for him. I wanted to be the girl with him when he decided to get married and I wanted to give him the family he wants."

He caressed her cheek. He was sure that she wasn't really taking in what he had told her but it was clear that reality was begining to sink in. "It's not the end of your perfect ending, though. Plenty of men who won't mind taking care of you."

She shifted in the binds around her. "Is this your way? Keeping a sex slave?"

He chuckled. Her tone indicated that she wasn't as nearly upset as she wanted to be. He squeezed her nipple and held back a groan when she gasped happily. "You've got so much to learn, my dear. It isn't all about sex. In fact, you'll learn that being my little sex kitten, will give you everything you were looking for in Harry."

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Draco smiled happily to himself when Harry took his hand when they walked to lunch. The prank had only been concentrated in the Great Hall so when they had all left for class, they were dressed normally. Draco, though, was eager to find out if lunch was going to be the same as breakfast. He looked forward to it.

"Is there anyway to get you to wear those ears more often?" Harry asked absently.

Draco raised his eyebrow. "You like them that much?"

Harry shrugged. "You look cute in them. Makes me want to pet you all the time."

Draco smirked. "And it has nothing to do with the hard on you have each time?"

Harry blushed. "Maybe. For some reason, it does look hot."

Draco laughed. "I'll think about, okay?"

Harry suddenly stopped them to go into an alcove off of the arithmancy hallway. "I think I can do some persuading."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Harry took out a quill from his bag and transfigured it into a headband similar to Draco's. He slipped it onto Draco's head and pressed his erection into Draco's. "I know so."

Draco groaned and grabbed Harry's hips to keep them pressed together. "Give me your best shot, Potter."

Harry smiled and kneeled down. He opened Draco's fly and took out the hard cock. Above him, Draco pressed his hands to the wall and gasped. Still smiling, Harry licked the tip, gathering the unique flavor onto his tongue before closing his lips on the sensitive head. Draco tried to buck his hips but Harry used his free forearm to pin the hips against the stone.

"Harry, please," Draco groaned.

Harry gripped the base of Draco's cock with his other hand and slid his lips down the shaft. He set a fast past, sucking as he pulled back and all too soon, he heard Draco's warning.

He slowly tucked Draco back in and stood. "Was that good enough?"

Draco smirked. "Not enough. But good try." He swiped a finger across Harry's chin and licked it.

Harry groaned as he watched that beautiful arse walk off. He picked up his bag and followed his boyfriend.

TBC...