PARTY TIME

Title: Party Time
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Six chapters in One
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/DM HG/NL
Date: October 2004
Key words: M/M, humour, M/F
Beta: Thanks go to Ametheystangel for the beta work. What a driver!


Summary: Hogwart’s was celebrating Halloween (Samhain) with surprises in store for all when they are rudely interrupted by Voldemort. How do our hero’s handle him?


Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

THIS WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND POSTED OCT 2004 ON ANOTHER SITE.

This is a short little fic I wrote after being inspired by a cd on the way home from work. I had one person in mind when I started writing this, who just loves Halloween like I do Christmas. Honey, this is my Halloween treat for you. You know who you are, Celebrate Samhain for me.

The story was shamelessly based on the “Halloween music” from the Monster Mash Party Music CD. All credit should go to the original artists who performed them first. I just borrowed parts of them.


PARTY TIME


Chapter 1 MONSTER MASH

The doors to the Great Hall squeaked as they slowly opened to the awaiting crowd. The awaiting guests stood there uncertain what to do, so the first couple in the line pulled the amulets from the tucked in position under their clothes and laid them on their chests. A bony finger attached to the skeleton standing to the left of the door, bent his index finger, motioning them in. The skeleton checked each couple for the amulets. They had been delivered to the guests just an hour ago with the instructions to make sure they were worn and visible. No one wearing one would be turned away, but anyone not wearing one, would not be admitted.

As the guests entered the Great Hall they were met with the sounds of boiling cauldrons against the left wall, fog covering the floor but never rising above the shins, and a full moon suspended in the enchanted sky. The corners were covered with cobwebs and the spiders to guard them, lit floating jack-o-lanterns and crosscut apples around the entrances.

The faint sounds of singing or humming could be heard coming from the front of the Hall. Albus Dumbledore was in rare form tonight. He stood to welcome the students and guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to this year’s Halloween Celebration. There is plenty here to eat, friends to chat with and a special area to the right for when you feel the need to commune with those passed and to give thanks to the gods and goddess. Our resident seer is also set up in a private area over there if you are interested. I would like you all to join me in welcoming tonight’s entertainment, The Coffin Bangers and Crypt Kickers.” The applause got louder as the bands came on stage. The Coffin Bangers were none other than their own Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and Jason Finch-Fletchley. When the Crypt Kickers took the stage the applause went even wilder. Standing before them with their instruments were five of the Weasley family – Charlie, Bill, Percy, Ron and Ginny. People looked around and found the twins standing off to the side, watching the entire scene, arms crossed over their chests in the typical manager’s position. The five turned to the Bangers and the music began. Dean grabbed the microphone and introduced everyone in a singing voice leading into a Muggle song called The Monster Mash. As the song progressed, props and people were sent in from the sides, to enhance the performance and to make it more “lifelike”. The song was familiar to the assembly and they began singing with the bands. When it came to the monster from the lab, Severus Snape, in a white lab coat, slide in with Professor Flitwick. As the ghouls came in for a “jolt” Snape was seen handing them Pepper-Up potions. A crew of Zombies appeared, cavorting around the stage. The next scene-stealer to enter was the “coffin”, Draco Malfoy and a “Wolfman”. In time to the song, the coffin opened and out popped Lucius Malfoy, complete with headset singing “Whatever happened to the Transylvania Twist?”

The music got louder, the crowd wilder and the night wore on.


Chapter 2 Bad Moon Rising

Sybil Trelawney, Hogwarts’ resident seer, sat in her little designated area and awaited her first being to ask for a reading. People were looking at each other to see who was going to be the first to go have their futures foretold. Harry looked at his friends and shrugged his shoulders. He might as well be the icebreaker. Besides, everyone knew that her predictions for him were always the same, the type of death was usually the only thing that changed.

Harry slid into the seat in front of Professor Trelawney and smiled at her. “Mr. Potter, are you sure about this? Even I’m getting tired of predicting your death. You are wearing out my guides, making them show me different ways for you to die.” Harry just smiled more and nodded his head. “Professor, look at it like I’m the icebreaker here. If you don’t tell it real loud, no one else will hear. I’ll walk out with a smile for a change and the others will scramble to see what happened and what you are predicting. People will have faith again that I’m not going to die. It’s a winning combination for both of us.”

The Professor looked at him for a couple of minutes and went into a trance like state. As a lull passed over the Hall, her eyes snapped open, but didn’t see the people around her. In a totally different voice, she began humming and singing.

“I see a bad moon rising. I see trouble on the way. I see a bad time of day. Don’t go out tonight, there’s trouble on the way. I hear hurricane winds blowing. I fear the rivers overflowing. I hear the voice of rage and ruin. I hope you have your things together. I hope you are quite prepared to die. One life is taken for an eye. There’s a bad moon on the rise.” It stopped as fast as it had started and Professor Trelawney slumped back on her seat, her eyes rolled back in her head and the crowd just stood staring at the scene.

Harry got up, turned to everyone and grinned. “Well, that one was different for a change. Not exactly foretelling my death, but bad things coming. Constant vigilance folks. Now let’s party.”

Harry joined his friends and they all hit the dance floor, enjoying and celebrating the night.

Little did they suspect it might have been a true vision.


Warning: It gets a little “warm” from here on out.


Chapter 3 Macho Man

The Bangers and Kickers played on, still the mix of Muggle and Wizard music. Tonight though, they were playing the ones Muggles liked to think of as Halloween party music. Little did they know.

As the bands broke into an older popular song, Draco Malfoy picked up on it from the side of the stage where he had been waiting to be cued. Hearing the cue, “Everybody wants to be a Macho, macho man, to have the kind of body always in demand”, he bounced out on stage in a totally different outfit then he had first appeared in. He now sported tight leather black pants with a sheer green shirt covering a well sculpted body. His knee high black leather boots were laced tight and fit like a glove.

Draco started strutting around the stage in time to the music. As he got into it more and the audience began responding, he decided to take it to another level. He was determined something would be resolved tonight, one way or another. Draco began twisting his body in time to the music and snapping his fingers, sending little sparks out over the area. He spun around as he danced across the stage and wiggled his arse at the audience as he went, peeking over his shoulder to see if he had a particular person’s attention. He did.
He turned again, stepped into a strutting skip to the music and wound his was over to where Harry and company were standing and watching, mesmerized. Draco was affecting both the males and females tonight, but he had eyes only for one.

He slithered his way around Harry, stroking him where he could as he turned, twisted and gyrated to the music. He was almost using Harry as a dance pole. Harry’s eyes were smoldering a darker green, almost going black from the sensations running through him. He was well past enthralled and warm. Draco put his hand on Harry’s shoulder and slowly ran it down his arm to his hand, clasping it and gently pulling an entranced Harry with him to the stage. Harry copied Draco move for move after that and soon the entire room was steaming, not from the fog around their legs but from the site of the two hottest guys in the school on public display.

Albus saw the room going down hill fast, so he did the only thing he could. He pulled his wand from his sleeve and let the fog rise from the floor to cover the two exhibitionists from the pervy eves of the audience. The last glimpse the audience had of Harry and Draco were the two so close together air could not have come between them, their lips locked into a firestorm of a kiss, Harry riding Draco’s leg and both sets of hands mapping the other. Draco’s shirt had been opened and the front of Harry’s was pushed up over his head, bunching at the back of his neck. Albus to the rescue again, waved his wand again and the two disappeared from too curious eyes. This was a celebration, not a sex show.

The two young men came up for air, blinking and wondering where they were and where the party went. They looked around the room, noticing the bed and all the “toys” that lay on every available surface. They looked at each and grinned, joining lips again. Who needed party music or candy when the room was filled with enough “sweets” to last quite a while, probably longer than they could even at their age and with spells and potions. It was going to be a memorable Halloween for the two soon-to-be lovers.

Chapter 4 Abracadabra


Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindor’s watched and cheered as Harry and Draco disappeared. The band had finished their song and had been watching the floorshow. Albus cleared his throat and nodded to the band. Charlie stepped forward to the microphone, “Ladies and gentlemen we will be taking a ten minute break. Please, enjoy the company around you and have a drink on us.” The Bangers and Kickers set down their instruments and walked off to the side to talk about the floorshow, ponder where Albus sent them and if they would be back that night. When the break was over they made their way back onstage and picked up their instruments. Bill ran a couple of riffs on his magicked guitar to get the audience’s attention. When they were looking at the bands, they broke into their next song.

Hearing the tune playing, Neville Longbottom stood up next to Hermione Granger, took her hand in his and pulled her into his arms and onto the dance floor. Hermione looked at Neville with a secret smile gracing her lips. Neville had sure changed over the years and any girl would be happy to have his attention. She didn’t even think about it, she knew they belonged to each other, losing their virginities to each other just before school had started this year. It hadn’t taken the bookworm long to teach him new things from her books and he became an avid reader, especially in certain books and over her shoulder with a clear view at her breasts.

The dance was a fast one and both kept up easily. Neville thought back to the beginning of their relationship in respect to the song. It was so close it was uncanny. He had been in Muggle London during the early summer, just after school was out and roaming the streets. He had walked by a dance academy offering lessons. He had time to kill so he entered, only to be shocked by the site of the Gryffindor bookworm clad in black tights, stiletto heels and a one piece burgundy leotard. Hermione beamed at seeing him and began teaching him that day. It progressed on over the summer to before classes and after classes until they were seeing each other as a real couple. Neville looked at Hermione gliding her way over to him. She had a new dress on tonight and it was literally talking to him. Only the things it was saying was making him heat up even more, as he watched her dance her magic onto him.

The song playing only reinforced his thoughts as listened to the words and watched his lady. “I heat up, I can’t cool down. You’ve got me spinning round and round. Every time you call my name, I heat up like a burning flame”. As the two gyrated around each other, Neville began checking out her clothes. He danced closer to her and whispered in her ear the words to the song “Kiss me baby, let me feel the flame. You make me hot, you make me sigh, you make me laugh, and you make me cry. You keep me burning for your love with the touch of a velvet glove.” Neville pulled Hermione closer against him and kissed the corner of her mouth. She sighed and muttered “Abracadabra”. Neville looked down at her again, knowing she was up to something. The song was written for them. “I feel the magic in you caress. I feel the magic when I touch your dress.” He could feel the magic resonating through her dress and in to his body as they danced on. He finally noticed her dress tonight and became more excited as he realized wherever he put his hands, the silk, satin, leather or lace would become see-through. “Hermione” he managed to growl at her. She in turn purred at him, wrapped an arm around his neck, nosed his ear and whispered “It only reveals it to you; no one else can see me under it.” He grabbed her by her hair and brought her face to his, his lips searing hers in an overt public show of possessiveness. She in turn wound herself tighter against him. His hands roamed from her waist to the top of her thighs, finally thankful his hands were this large; he could cover more area quickly without people becoming suspicious and earning his treat at the same time.

He spun her our away from him and let her prance her way back to him while his eyes devoured the body exposed only for him on the dance floor. He whistled once at her and gave her a wolfish grin. Hmm, he had heard it in the song about black lace panties with an angel’s face. He began sweating and quickly grabbed her and danced her into a corner. The temperature went up in that part of the room for the rest of the night, but no one said anything to the two snogging Gryffindors, not even Snape.


Chapter 5 Soul Man

The band, finishing the last number, was grabbing drinks from the table behind them. Charlie was the first done and walked back to the microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please! We have a special appearance here tonight. I want to assure you, first and foremost, it is completely safe. I would also ask that you continue partying as you were. You may find this addition to the show distracting and alarming. Again, there is nothing to fear and to prove our point, my only sister, Ginny will bring our guest out for you. Ginny, darling, if you would?” The crowd hushed and waited for Ginny, unsure of what was happening. She walked back out onstage, smiling as their guest wrapped his arms around her shoulders. There was a collective gasp as everyone moved back in unison. Ginny looked out over the crowd. “Come on people, get with it. He’s here to entertain us and do you think my big brother would risk Molly’s only daughter?” A few snorts, giggles and laughs passed through the crowd. “OK people, put your dancing shoes back on. It only gets better form here out!” Ginny went back to her spot as the Dementor walked to center stage. He looked out and smiled, although no one could see it. He had another captivated audience and he loved it. The band started playing, he started swaying and the audience just looked on. As he began singing with earnest he astounded the crowd. He was singing to the old song, “Soul Man” with a variation here and there. The voice had stopped the crowd, who could only stare at him. Was it really “him/it” singing or was someone having them on?

As he got further into the song and belted out “Got what I got the hard way, and I’ll make it better each and every day. I’m a Soul Man, I’m a Soul Man”, Lucius Malfoy could be heard laughing almost hysterically. Lucius was thinking back on all of his possible acquaintances this dementor had “got the hard way” and laughed all the harder.

Lucius made his way over to Albus Dumbledore, the two shared a smile, had a lemon drop each, listened to the singing while tapping their feet in time with the music. “Albus, how did they get it to sing?” Albus looked at Lucius and smiled. “A secret I will share with you. They used several spells – a blending spell that melded the sounds of voices and memories he had collected, a restoring spell for the voice box and a sonorous charm so we could hear it, otherwise it’s about a whisper. There is one more they used but the twins refused to reveal it, claiming it is a secret and proprietary spell they developed.”

The song faded, Charlie stepped back up to the microphone. “Come on folks, how about a whopping round of applause for our shy friend here? Put your hands together and let him know he’s appreciated.” The crowd began applauding quietly and the tempo built. The dementor bowed low and glided off to the side.




WARNING: Ok here comes the smut. I didn’t think I could write one without it. Please leave me a review if you’ve made it this far. My fragile ego needs help and reviews build the support columns.


Chapter 6 Stayin’ Alive

The night wore on, closer to midnight and the party picked up. More people were now on the floor dancing, standing or sitting in groups talking, people were visiting Professor Trelawney and generally enjoying themselves.

In the dungeons, our two young lovers were resting after a rather lusty round of lovemaking. They rolled to face each other and just snuggled, trying to regain the strength to go on or to get cleaned up. Harry curled around Draco, running his hands over a lightly haired chest. Draco let his one hand roam over Harry’s back while the other cupped Harry’s face so he could stare into the enchanting emerald eyes. Harry sighed and gazed into Draco’s sultry eyes. “Love, as much as I want to stay here, there are other matters we need to see to. I have to have a shower now or you won’t want to be anywhere near me. Stay here or join me. The only thing is, however, we have to dress separately. I’ve got a surprise for you.” The blonde smirked. He had surprise or two of his own for his loyal Gryffindor. Both slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom and climbed into the shower together. The soap was foamy, easing the paths for gliding hands to arouse. The guys were moaning when Harry put a stop to the roaming hands. “Stop. I want to enjoy this more out there. Let’s get dressed and meet in the bedroom in about 10 minutes, if that long.” He saw the disappointment reflected in the blonde’s eyes and leaned in to kiss him, to soothe him. “Soon, love, soon. Now hurry.” Harry turned him around and patted the delectable arse in front of him, urging him out the door.

Harry dried off and reached into the drawer in the vanity to remove the clothing part of the surprise. He put them on, casting a charm to conceal one part. He put one of the bathrobes on over it and sauntered out into the bedroom. Draco was already there lying on the bed, covered to his neck by the sheets. Harry slowly made his way to the bed. He reached the side of it and let part of the robe fall open as he bent a knee and placed it on the bed. Smirking, he brought his hands to his waist and began slowly untying the belt. He let one shoulder of the robe slide over his shoulder, rolling it in a flirtatious signal. Draco stayed absolutely still, waiting to see what else would happen. The brunet let his other shoulder roll, dropping the other side. He tugged the chest of the gown open and let it begin to fall. “Draco, get ready for a shock.” Harry made sure to keep their eyes locked on each other as he finished undressing. Draco broke the connection and ran his eyes up and down, feasting on the dynamically built brunet. “Harry come here, now.” He pulled the covers down and back and waited to be joined. As Harry was getting ready to move to Draco, he could hear faint sounds intruding from the outside. “Party’s getting louder.” He shifted a little, caught his blonde’s eyes and held out a hand. The Slytherin reached out, grasping the hand and looking askance as he felt something between their palms. Harry murmured while Draco watched with rapt attention as another surprise was unveiled. He curled his hand tighter around the one he was holding, leered at his lover, and tugged on the leash to bring them closer together. Their lips met, slowly tasting each other, exploring anew. Hands began questing, causing tingles to course through their systems. Harry’s tongue followed his hand along Draco’s jawbone, to this ear where Harry tongued the ear and gently sucked along the edge of the ear before moving on to suck the ear lobe. He let his head drop to the blonde’s shoulder, sucking and marking it as he went. Both men were working up a fine sweat, getting ready to fulfill their promises to the other about the lovemaking for the weekend. Harry wanted so badly to reach under the covers and rip the boxers off of his Malfoy, but wanted to prolong the exquisite torture of anticipation.

The men stopped their arousing moves on each other and listened. What they heard was not the music from the party. They realized at the same time what it was and grabbing for their wands, they spelled open the door, covering their ears as the claxons warned of the wards surrounding Hogwarts being breeched. Neither paid heed to their attire, they just knew they were needed to take care of a problem and it was most probably Voldemort. They ran through the dungeons, Draco leading the way to a hidden door to the outside. Harry didn’t pause, just commented “Must be nice to avoid the stairs all the time.” They hurried on to the front of Hogwarts, stopping suddenly, surveying the surroundings and taking in the forces from both sides at a glance. To see the ocean of black cloaks and masks facing them with drawn wands, to feel the hostility resonating from both sides, was something they hoped to never have experienced.

Both of the young men had grabbed their wands on their flying exit so were armed and ready to face the intimidating presence, both realizing this may be the final showdown. Their anger at being disturbed was growing by leaps and bounds, both sides seeing it oozing from them as if it had a life of their own.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort stared at the two latest arrivals, partly stunned, partly holding back a case of hysteria and partly wanting to fight. The combination was confusing at best. While they stood there stunned, the students and professors took advantage of the situation and began casting hex after hex, bringing the Death Eaters numbers down. They were all living, but incapacitated. When a handful was left to guard or defend their master, Voldemort looked back at the two young students and started laughing. “What the hell do you call that and how do you even expect me to take a death threat from you seriously now Potter?” That was apparently the wrong thing to say to the guys. Voldemort was still laughing and openly pointing at them. “Are you guys trying to make a statement or kill me with laughter?” They looked at each other, grinned then frowned. How dare he? There was nothing at all wrong with them being in the holiday spirit. Draco’s lithe form was sporting a pair of black silk boxers with orange pumpkins and the one jack-o-lantern being strategically placed. Harry’s own outfit was a lot more revealing, being a black leather thong with a purple monster adorning the front.

The lovers took umbrage at the humiliation being directed at them and brought their wands to the dueling position. Draco was mockingly humming, very loudly, a tune Harry recognized as “Stayin Alive. Harry snickered and looked Voldemort straight in the eye. “You miserable piece of existence. You aren’t fit to be called a human or snake, it’s insulting to both species. How dare you stand there and laugh at us? You are the biggest joke to hit this century. I wish you could see your scaly self like others do and you think you can cause terror? It’s more like comical hysteria. You may kill us by making us laugh ourselves to death, but I don’t think that’s your fate anymore. Say your prayers and beg forgiveness you scum sucking excuse for a being.” Harry drew a deep breath, reached for and held Draco’s free hand. Both stared at the madman that had been plaguing their world for years, causing dissension and abject terror. The combined voices of the two rang out with curses, one a stupefy curse, the other with a seldom used dark curse for torture purposes. The students, professors and stunned Death Eaters watched in confused fascination as Voldemort’s body tried to contort in excruciating pain, but was held in place by the stupefy curse. They soon figured out what had happened as the two casters looked on with smirks. A final scream was heard as Voldemort’s body imploded. They had killed him with tickling and a binding spell. He had literally laughed himself to death.

The feeling of being swept up in hugs while so close to naked was bothering to say the least. The two looked at each other and stepped back from the crowds. Draco cleared his throat to gather attention. “If you don’t mind, Harry and I would like to continue from where we were so rudely interrupted. Please don’t make a habit of interrupting us, it can he harmful to your health. We are going to finish our celebrations, I suggest you take care of the trash on the lawn and go back to the Great Hall. This time give thanks to the gods and goddess for their support and understanding generous natures. Hurry it’s almost midnight and I have better things to be doing at the stroke.” His eyebrow had lifted on the word stroke, causing the crowd to gasp and giggle. Both were fully aware of the lecherous eyes cast at them, but only had eyes for each other. Still holding hands, they turned from the congratulatory crowd and made their way back to their “playroom” as it would be called from then on.

All the other participants went back to the Great Hall, to continue on as they were advised. The Kickers and Bangers started with the song Draco had hummed and the party went on until the late morning hours. All party goers were exhausted as Albus cancelled the classes for the next week to allow the celebrations to take place and the euphoria a chance to settle like a comforting embrace.

The two defenders were in their own little world and oblivious to the excitement surrounding them, but no one had the audacity to intrude. A memory of the sight of the two nearly naked young men defeating the most feared creature was enough to keep them at bay.

They finally returned to civilization from their playroom, both quite content with themselves and the new order of their world. Life was good and there would be more Party Times for them all.


A/N: Honey, are you laughing yet?
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