A SINISTER HALLOWEEN

Chapter Three


“Pansy, I am not wearing this,” Draco said looking down at his ‘costume.’

“Why not?” Pansy asked slapping Blaise at the back of his head to stop him from laughing. “You look hot Dray.”

“I feel so....exposed though,” Draco said trying to pull up the pants higher over his hips.

“Hermione had said ..the more skin showing ...the better. And besides, Harry will love it,” she smirked.

“Potter? What does he have to do with this? And did you ever find out what he’s wearing for a costume?” Draco asked.

“Guaranteed Dray, you’ll see Harry in a different light after tonight,” she replied grinning mysteriously. “You should wear your long coat to surprise everyone with what you are wearing.”

“Where are we supposed to meet everyone?” Blaise asked fixing the mask to his Zorro costume.

“Front entrance, then we’ll all walk down to the Hogwarts gates so we can apparate right to the party,” Pansy replied adjusting the bikini top to her devil costume.

When Draco came upon the rest of the group, he was a bit disappointed to see Harry also wearing a long coat with jeans showing at the bottom. “Where’s your costume Potter?” he asked.

“It’s in my pocket,” he said mysteriously, then led the way to the gates. “Alright, since some of you don’t know where you’re going, you will need to hang on to someone who does. Ron, Hermione, Pansy, and myself know where are destination is.”

“Pansy?” Draco said looking at her questionably.

“What? Hermione showed me where it was yesterday,” she said shrugging her shoulders.

Draco watched as every one paired up. All who was left was Harry and himself. “Guess I have no choice huh?” Draco asked as he heard the others apparate away with a pop.

“No. Guess not,” Harry smirked. “You need to hang on to me...don’t want to lose you on the way, do I?”

Draco stepped closer and hung onto Harry’s arm. Harry turned his body to his, wrapping his arms around Draco’s back. “Potter...we don’t need to be this close,” he said quietly as his body shuddered from Harry’s loose embrace.

“No. We don’t,” Harry said then apparated away from Hogwarts as Draco’s arms tightened around his waist.


They stood still when they arrived at their destination for a few minutes until the faint dizziness passed. ‘Merlin, he smells good,’ Draco thought as his face was buried in Harry’s neck. “Um...thanks Potter. You can let go of me now,” he said quietly.

Harry’s body shuddered in reaction as Draco’s warm breath ghosted over his neck. He looked over his shoulder to see the others, and Jaz standing there, smirking at the two of them who were still in each other’s arms. He let go of Draco then was pounced on by Jaz, who hugged him tight. “Hey Jazzy. How’s it hanging?” he laughed, then kissed him on the mouth in greeting.

“Oh...about nine inches..as you should know Styx,” Jaz grinned. “So, where’s your costume?” he asked opening Harry’s jacket.

“In my pocket,” Harry replied. “Just need to change.”

“Styx?” Draco asked looking to Jaz.

“He plays a mean set of drums,” Jaz grinned getting a good look at Draco. “And you must be Malfoy,” he said taking a step towards him. ‘I see what Harry means. He is drop dead gorgeous,’ he thought to himself.

Draco raised his brow, then looked to Harry who was running his fingers through his hair nervously at his look. “Yeah, that would be me,” he replied then shook Jaz’s offered hand.

“Well, I’m going to change. You guys can go ahead if you want,” Harry said not meeting Draco’s eyes.

“No, I think we’ll wait,” Pansy said as she looked to the others.

“Whatever. Just take a minute.”

“Hey Styx...I’ll see you downstairs. We’re about to jam a bit before the first set,” Jaz grinned.

“Jam?” Blaise asked as he looked to Hermione after Jaz had left, and Harry went to change.

“Jaz is the guitar player for a band called ‘Sinister’,” Hermione replied. “So...Draco, you going to take off your coat or what?” she teased.

Draco shrugged his shoulders then unbuttoned his coat with whistles of appreciation resounding off the walls in the small room.

“Wow! I knew that would look good on you,” Hermione said. “Like the nipple ring...how long?”

“‘Bout a year,” he replied.

“Do you have the thong on under that also?” Hermione smirked.

“None of your business Granger,” he remarked, then stood there frozen...gobsmacked as Harry entered the room. His eyes took in every bit of the naked skin Harry was showing......and there was a lot of it. Harry stood there in a loin cloth made of a soft looking suede, that rode up high on his naked hip...and that’s it. His hair was a bit longer and more tousled looking, which just added to the total picture of one sexy-as-hell Gryffindor.

Pansy shared a look with Hermione as they watched the two of them practically drooling for each other. Pansy walked over to Harry. “You have anything underneath of that Harry?” she smirked trying to lift the back of the hanging loin cloth that happened to just cover his butt cheeks.

“Yeah,” he grinned still not taking his eyes off of Draco. “There’s a thong attached to the cloth...so I won’t be flashing anyone tonight.”

“Too bad,” Draco muttered for only Hermione to catch the words.

“You look good Malfoy,” Harry said coming closer to Draco. He took in the naked chest and stomach, as his eyes trailed lower to the low slung, snug leather pants that had snaps that went down the sides. His feet were encased in black heavy looking biker boots. Around his neck he wore a white strip of leather with a black bow-tie attached to it, with matching wrist cuffs on his wrists. “A Chippendale? Didn’t think you knew what that even was Malfoy,” Harry said looking down again at the naked chest. He brought his hand up to flick the nipple ring with his fingertip. “Like this too,” he added looking into Draco’s smoky silver eyes.

Draco licked his suddenly dry lips. “It was Granger and Pansy’s idea,” Draco replied as they headed out of the door.

Just before Draco was to leave the room, Harry leaned closer to Draco. “Tell me Malfoy...are you going to strip for us too?” he whispered into the blondes ear.

“Strip?” Draco asked turning around, his face close to Harry’s.

“Didn’t Hermione tell you?” Harry laughed. “Chippendale’s are male dancers and strippers.”

“No. I guess she forgot to mention that little bit of information,” Draco replied looking over the railing. ‘Damn Granger,’ he thought to himself, trying to think of ways to get even with the two conniving girls.

His revenge was waylaid as he took in the large space below them. They were standing on a walkway that surrounded the entire top of the warehouse where there was smaller walkways off of that, that led to some of the bands living quarters. He looked down again over the railing and saw the party going at full throttle already. Along the one side of the room, a long bar was set up where women, and a few men happily poured the endless drinks for the scantily clad costumed people, occasionally reaching out to grasp the back of someone’s head to pull them in for a kiss....guy or girl...it didn’t matter to them. In the one corner he noticed a type of ring set up where presently there were two women taking on a man in wrestling match, covered head to toe with mud. In the center of the room stood an octagonal stage that had two sets of drums set up on either side, and a couple of stands with various guitars in several shapes and colors. He noticed the raw energy the band gave off as they played their set, the singer and guitar players moving crazily across the stage. He had to admit to himself that the music they were playing was quite good, hard and crunchy, where you couldn’t help but nod your head to the music. Around the stage there were people everywhere, a glass in hand as they danced, talked, smoked, or snogged amongst themselves. Tables were set up throughout the room, where people sat absorbed into the music, or were yelling back and forth to each other, to be heard over the music. Draco even caught a glimpse or two of a few nearly naked bodies in various sexual situations under the tables through the misty fog that ghosted over the floor from ice machines that were set up at the bottom of the stage.

He looked up at the rafters to see a few people standing on the beams, looking down. “Uh...Potter...what are they doing?” Draco asked pointing to the ceiling.

Harry looked up and grinned. “Those three people are going to be doing some bungee ballet. Looks hazardous...but they know what they’re doing. They have a very secure harness attached to their bodies, which in turn is attached to long bungee ropes to make them kind of bounce back up when they go down.”

They watched as one of them gracefully dove off the rafters to come down about half way to the floor, bounce back up to flip in the air, then come back down. After watching for a few minutes, they then made their way down the metal curving staircase to enter the throngs of nearly naked bodies. “So much for bobbing for apples hey Malfoy?” Harry grinned steering then to the bar.

Draco looked past the many faces of eerie looking jack-o-lanterns, to the end of the bar and saw a guy leaning over a large porcelain tub with his hands behind his head. “Then what is that?” he smirked.

Harry looked and gave a small laugh. “Not apples,” he grinned then walked over and leaned over to take a chunk of watermelon in his mouth from the tub. He walked back to Draco and placed his lips on his as he nudged the piece of melon between Draco’s lips.

Draco drew back right away after the melon was pushed into his mouth, the feel of Harry’s lips still on his. “Chew,” Harry said looking to Draco’s mouth.

Draco obediently chewed the melon where a gush of rum squirted out of it. “Good, huh?” Harry asked as he saw the look of realization in his eyes.

Harry then leaned over the counter to tug on the girls hair behind the bar. “Hey Blaze. I’ll have a vodka paralyzer please,” he asked grinning at the girl who was already making him the drink. “Make it two,” he added as Draco was eyeing the girls and men behind the bar.

Blaze handed the two drinks to Harry after getting a kiss for payment, then helped the next person further down the bar. Harry looked to Draco as he handed him the drink. “Neat paint job huh?” Harry smirked.

“That’s all paint?” Draco asked.

“Yeah. She’s actually completely naked except for a thin G-string. All of them behind the bar are like that tonight,” Harry replied. “Come on, I’ll treat you guys to a blow job,” he grinned leading them to another part of the bar that was lower that the rest.

“Excuse me?” Blaise asked, not sure if he had heard Harry right.

“It’s a shooter drink in small glasses to be downed in one shot,” Hermione laughed.

“Except you have to drink it the right way,” Harry smirked. “Hey Jinx...eight blow jobs please,” he asked the red headed cheetah behind the bar.

“Sure you don’t need another Styx?” she asked suggestively.

“Maybe later,” Harry grinned getting pulled in for a long drawn out kiss from the cheetah.

Harry then set the small glasses on the lower part of the bar and motioned for each of them to come closer. Blaise was reaching out for one with his hand when his hand was slapped away. “No hands,” Hermione grinned.

“Then how are we supposed to drink the bloody thing?” Pansy asked.

“Very carefully,” Harry replied then put his hands behind his back. Hermione held his hair back as he opened his mouth to lower it onto the small glass, past the whipped cream to wrap his lips around the rim. He stood up straight and tossed his head back, the contents of the glass sliding down his throat. He took the glass from his mouth and grinned as he darted his tongue out to lick the whipped cream from the corner of his mouth. “Mmmm...love those,” he said motioning for the others to give theirs a try.

Harry went back to Jinx to order a couple more kinds of shooters to get them ready on a tray for him to take to a table, then stood back and watched his friends down the blow job. He couldn’t help but laugh as the Slytherins finished theirs, some with more whipped cream on their lips than others. Draco was about to swipe the cream off with his finger when Harry held back his hand. “Let me,” he said huskily taking a step closer to him.

Draco watched as Harry’s smirking face came closer to his, his gaze moving to Harry’s advancing mouth. He leaned closer, not realizing it as Harry’s lips brushed the corner of his mouth, a warm moist tongue working along his lips, lapping up the whipped cream. He turned his head a bit to return the kiss, then groaned as Harry pulled back before the kiss could deepen.

“So will you do that for me too Harry?” Pansy teased to get their attention, getting a glare from Draco in return.

“Actually, Styx is needed,” Jaz said coming up to the group. He handed Harry a set of wooden drumsticks. “If you would be so kind,” he smirked. “Steve needs a break for awhile...after you guys do your thing.”

Harry took the sticks. “I’ll meet you there Jaz,” he said as he led everyone to a large table by the stage. “You guys don’t mind do you?”

“I’d like to see you play,” Ron smiled.

“Me too,” Pansy said, eyeing the tray of small drinks. “More of these shooter things Harry?”

“Yeah,” Harry said placing three glasses in front of each of them. “Remember you have to down them in one shot, no sipping....oh, and you can use your hands for these,” he smirked. “The orange one is called ‘Sex on the Beach’....very good; the next one is called ‘Quick Fuck’...pretty good too with a melon liquer and irish cream; the last one here is called a ‘Tasty Orgasm’, with peppermint schnapps and irish cream in that also.”

“Nice names Potter,” Draco smirked.

“Hey...I didn’t make them up. I just drink them,” Harry laughed. “So down they go, then I gotta go play.” The eight of them all downed their shooters, licking their lips after the last one.

“Alright everyone! Everyone having a good time?!” Jaz shouted out into the microphone. “Welcome again to ‘The Pit’, where anything and almost everything can happen. Tonight we have a treat for you all...many know of him already, but for those that don’t...you will after tonight,” Jaz grinned to the crowd. “On the second set of drums tonight we have Styx who will be playing a set or two with us that will warm him up for when we start recording in the New Year.”

“Harry’s going to be in a band?” Susan asked looking to Hermione and Ron.

“Yes, as the extra drummer,” Hermione replied looking to the stage.

“They need two drummers?” Blaise asked.

“Just watch and see,” Hermione smirked mysteriously as they watched as Harry checked over the extra set of drums.