All Hallow's Eve

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“I look ridiculous.”

“I think that was the point.” Hermione smirked as she glanced at Harry, who was plucking at the shirt adhered to his body.

Harry just frowned and glanced down at his body. He had been forced by Hermione, and an overly eager Seamus, to dress up for the so-called “Ball” that had been organized in honor of Halloween that year.

Somehow, he had been coerced into jeans a size too small and a mesh shirt that clung to his body as if it was dripping wet. Seamus had gotten his hands on a makeup kit, no doubt supplied by Parvati, and had used much too much eyeliner on Harry’s eyes.

Harry thought he looked like a dead seal, while Seamus insisted he was the hottest guy there. Beside him, Hermione was clad in a semi-revealing pink bunny costume. Harry turned to her.

“And what are you supposed to be?” he asked, eyeing her skeptically.

“A bunny, of course,” she said, looking away as a blush tinged her cheeks.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “This bunny wouldn’t be related to a certain bunny in the Muggle world, would it?”

Hermione scoffed but her blush didn’t recede. “No one else knows.”

Harry scoffed but did so quietly, not wanting to draw attention to his appearance. “Right, it’s all just an innocent bunny costume. I’m sure Zabini will believe that.”

Hermione sent him a warning look. “Don’t start, Harry. Blaise is a perfect gentleman. Maybe we should find you someone.”

“I already have someone,” Harry said, annoyed.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, the mystery man. I’m beginning to think he doesn’t exist, and you’re just making it up.”

“I am not making it u—“ Harry started angrily was stopped as Blaise slid up beside Hermione, slipping an arm around her waist and giving her a kiss.

Hermione smiled as Blaise stepped back, his arm staying on her lower back. He turned and looked at Harry, his eyebrow quirking and his mouth tugging into a smirk.

“And what are you tonight, Potter?”

“Thoroughly annoyed,” he bit out angrily. “I’m going back upstairs.”

He made to turn around but was stopped by Hermione’s hand on his arm.

“Don’t go, Harry,” she said simply, pulling him back. “Go get something to drink and have a dance. I’m sure Seamus will dance with you, unless you’d care to reveal your mystery boyfriend.”

Harry scowled and said nothing, turning away from them jerkily and heading for the table in the corner where the drinks were.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, turning back to Blaise, only to find his eyes taking in her outfit.

“A bunny, eh?” he asked, pulling her closer to him. “What kind of bunny are you?”

Hermione paused and laughed as his hand slid lower. “Whatever kind you want.”

Blaise looked like he liked the sound of that and Hermione’s giggles reached Harry’s ears from across the room. He rolled his eyes darkly and turned to the table with the drinks.

He picked up a glass of punch and sighed. He didn’t really want to be there. He’d much rather be in his dorm reading a book or playing Wizard’s Chess with Ron. He glanced over to where Ron was watching Hermione and Blaise with something of deep dislike on his face.

Hermione and Ron hadn’t been on the best of terms since the whole Cormac McClaggan ordeal. Harry had hoped they would get over it and move on, but no such luck on Ron’s side. As much as Harry hated to admit it, he thought Hermione was actually happy with Blaise.

Harry finished off his cup and set it down, turning around to the dance floor. He watched couples grind against each other in a fashion probably not approved of. He spotted Filch running here and there, trying to break them apart but it was no use.

Harry leant against the table, thinking how he’d much rather be somewhere quiet with his boyfriend. Yes, he did have a boyfriend, and it was a secret. People knew, or at least Ron and Hermione did, that he was seeing someone, but he had yet to reveal who it was.

He wanted to tell them, but telling Ron anything at this moment in time was not a good idea. He always tended to be glaring at Hermione and Blaise, apt to break his quill at the slightest movement. Harry swore he could hear Ron grinding his teeth at night and knew he was thinking about Hermione.

Harry supposed he could tell Hermione, but he just felt like he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to keep it a secret just a bit longer.

He sighed again and was about to reach for another glass of punch when Seamus bounced up to his side, a grin plastered on his face.

“Have a dance, Harry?” he asked, his hazel eyes sparkling mischievously. He adjusted his head band that had two mouse ears on it and grinned at Harry.

“I really don’t…” Harry said slowly, glancing at the dance floor where the beat had turned to a fast, pulsing thump that echoed through Harry’s chest.

“Aw, come on,” Seamus said, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him towards the floor. Harry grabbed a glass of punch and downed it before Seamus could get him all the way to the floor.

Seamus turned Harry towards him and smiled, letting go of Harry’s hand and sliding his own to Harry’s hips. He began to sway his hips to the music, pulling Harry with him.

“You look really hot, Harry,” Seamus shouted over the music. “You should wear eyeliner more often.”

Harry mumbled something that sounded suspiciously sarcastic, but it was lost in the music that swept up around them.

Harry felt like he could feel everything around him in the scant top he was wearing. Every wisp of wind, every movement of a body, every touch of Seamus’ fingers…

Seamus’s hands were moving over Harry’s body, sliding up his from his hips to his sides, gliding to Harry’s lower back, caressing the soft skin under the mesh shirt.

Harry faltered in his dancing as he felt Seamus’ fingers under his shirt. He pulled back a little and frowned. “Seamus, I have a boyfriend,” he said.

“I know,” Seamus replied, continuing to sway to the music. “Don’t worry, Harry.”

Harry hesitated, but allowed Seamus to pull him back, pressing their bodies together. They moved together, grinding to the low thump of the base that filled the Great Hall. Harry was beginning to enjoy himself, ignoring the stares of people that danced around him.

A few minutes later, Harry was grinning and out of breath. He and Seamus broke apart and went to get some punch from the table. Seamus had his hand on Harry’s arm as he drank his punch.

“You know, you’re a really good dancer,” he said. “Why don’t you do it more often?”

Harry shrugged, putting down his glass. “Don’t have much occasion to.”

“Hello, Harry, we can do it whenever we want,” Seamus said, smiling at him. He pulled Harry against him and danced a little. “We’re wizards. The world is our dance floor.”

Harry laughed and pushed Seamus away, reaching for another glass of punch. “I suppose so.”

Seamus laughed. “See, you’re lightening up already. This is good.”

Harry gave a half-shrug. “Yeah,” he said.

Seamus paused, looking at Harry for a second, before opening his mouth to speak. He never got that far, though, as Draco Malfoy showed up with Pansy Parkinson flanking him.

“Potter, nice to see the circus has been allowed to come to the dance.”

Harry turned around, frowning. He glanced at Draco, who was clad in a Muggle Tuxedo.

“At least it’s better than that Penguin Suit.”

“Penguins, where?” Draco asked, looking around and then stopping, frowning.

Beside Harry, Seamus snorted with laughter at Draco’s confusion. Draco’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Seamus.

“What are you? A House-Elf?” he sneered.

“No, I’m a mouse, duh,” Seamus said, pointing to his ears as though it was obvious.

Draco’s expression was somewhere between disgust and disbelief. Harry rolled his eyes and glanced at Pansy, who had just sighed loudly and was looking rather bored. She had donned a French maid outfit for the night, complete with a feather duster hanging off her too-short skirt like a gun in a holster.

Harry saw Draco getting ready to retort to Seamus and decided he really didn’t want to get into it with Malfoy, not tonight.

“We’ll just be going,” Harry said quickly, shoving Seamus to the side. “It seems like you have some cleaning to do anyway.” He said this with a sidelong glance at Pansy, who huffed and smoothed down her skirt.

Harry pushed Seamus away around the room. Halfway around, Seamus turned to Harry. “Why’d you do that? We were confusing him; it was fun!”

“I just don’t want to get into a fight with him tonight.”

Seamus gave a wave of his hand. “What’s a day without you and Malfoy getting into a fight? Last week you nearly broke his arm. I swear the way you guys were going at it, I was sure someone would end up in the Hospital Wing.”

Harry flushed slightly, but Seamus was looking the other way and didn’t see. “Yeah,” he muttered.

“Whoa,” Seamus said, his mouth curling into an evil grin as he caught sight of Hermione and Blaise, who were snogging quite heavily on the dance floor.

Harry glanced over and rolled his eyes as he saw Blaise’s hand slide up Hermione’s thigh.

Seamus was looking at the pair thoughtfully, his head cocked to the side. “You think they’ll really work out?” he asked. “They’re so different; Slytherin, Gryffindor. You think it’s possible?

Harry tore his eyes from them and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said finally. “They seem happy.”

Seamus nodded thoughtfully and they both fell silent, each watching the people on the dance floor.

At length, Harry turned. “I think I’m going to go back upstairs,” he said, not really feeling up to staying down with all the happy couples. Seamus nodded but said nothing and Harry took that as letting him go, so he turned and left the Great Hall, ignoring the people that turned to look at his outfit as he left.

He wasn’t looking and therefore missed the interested gleam in many of their eyes.

He sighed as he climbed the staircase to the third floor. He almost wanted to tell people about his boyfriend when he came to situations like this. It would be much easier if he could.

He was musing on what people might say when they found out when he thought he heard a noise from behind him. He turned sharply to look but saw no one. Instead, he was surprised as a hard body slammed into his side, pushing him sideways and into an empty classroom.

He stumbled in and heard the lock click behind him. In next to no time, he was pressed against the wall of the classroom, a pair of strong hands on his shoulders and a leg pressing his thigh back against the wall.

He knew who it was and smiled as he felt a kiss being pressed to his neck. He could smell the person and breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of peppermint and some kind of spicy smell.

“Has anyone told you how fucking hot you look with makeup on?”

Harry smiled impulsively as a voice sounded softly in his ear. “Someone did mention it, and someone else implied I looked like a clown.”

“Don’t listen to them, they’re insane,” the boy said, pressing his mouth to Harry’s throat.

Harry hmm’d happily and his hands went to the waist of his captor’s pants, tugging the shirt from them.

“Has anyone told you you look really hot in Muggle clothes?” Harry grinned as Draco pulled back, smirking knowingly.

“No, though I think it deserves to be said,” he drawled, helping Harry and untucking the shirt completely. He threw off the jacket, watching as it landed on a desk out of the way.

Once the jacket was gone, his hands were back on Harry, running over the front of his mesh shirt, his fingers catching on the holes as his hands wandered over Harry’s torso.

“And who came up with this idea?” Draco asked as he pushed up the shirt and pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck, moving slowly downward.

Harry swallowed as he felt Draco’s tongue sliding down his stomach, and his teeth scraping over his skin just above the waist of his tight jeans.

“Seamus and Hermione forced it on me,” he said, his breath a little labored as Draco’s tongue swirled over his abdomen.

“Finnigan have fun parading you around, did he?” Draco asked, his tone a little colder than before.

Harry frowned. He had known this would come up. “No, he knows I’m seeing someone.”

“Mhmm,” Draco murmured skeptically, pressing another kiss to Harry’s stomach as his hand slid up Harry’s inner thigh, pushing his legs further apart. “Didn’t seem like it when he was pressed against you on the dance floor.”

“It was just da—ancing,” Harry said, stuttering as Draco’s hand slid up and pressed into his crotch where his erection had been growing.

“Right, dancing,” Draco muttered, keeping his eyes down as he began to undo the buttons on Harry’s pants. One by one they came undone and Draco’s tongue followed their progress.

Harry’s head fell back as his breathing came on shorter stunts. He could feel every scrape of Draco’s teeth, every lick of his tongue, swirling further south until all the buttons were undone on the trousers.

Draco looked up at him and gave Harry a sly smirk, tugging the jeans down. He was surprised to see that Harry hadn’t worn any underwear that night.

Harry blushed slightly at the look on Draco’s face. “They didn’t fit,” he mumbled.

Draco laughed for a second and shook his head. “Of course they didn’t.” He pulled the jeans all the way down to Harry’s ankles, leaning in and licking a path up Harry’s inner thigh to his erection.

He paused before touching it, his hand instead sliding up Harry’s leg, pushing it even further apart.

Above him, Harry groaned quietly, his eyes closed and resting against the cold stone of the classroom wall. He could feel the cool air surrounding his exposed cock and quite nearly jumped when it was surrounded by the hot, moist heat of Draco’s mouth.

“Ah, fuck!” Harry gasped as Draco’s tongue slid over his cock, licking and sucking.

Draco didn’t stop as Harry moaned softly above him. Instead, he slid his hands up Harry’s inner thighs as his tongue slid effortlessly over Harry’s hardened cock. He could feel Harry’s quickened breath as his stomach moved under Draco’s hands faster.

Harry swallowed thickly and glanced down at Draco’s head that was bobbing over his cock. He watched Draco’s mouth slide over his erection, thinking how hot it looked. His hand wandered into Draco’s soft hair as he moaned softly.

He gasped as Draco’s tongue slid over the head of his leaking cock, sending a tingle up his spine. He pushed his hips forward unconsciously, wanting more of the hot, wet mouth that was sending his senses through the roof.

Draco could hear the little noises Harry was making, his sad attempt to remain quiet. Draco paused for a second, a thought coming into his head. He decided to test Harry’s restraint.

His hands that had been resting on Harry’s hips slid down Harry’s thighs, one sliding to Harry’s shaft and pumping it slowly along with his mouth that continued to work the appendage. He heard Harry’s stifled groan and smirked slightly.

He gave Harry’s cock a long pull while his mouth sucked hard. He felt Harry’s hips jerk forward, thrusting into his mouth. Draco took it, relaxing the muscles in his throat to allow Harry’s cock in further.

His other hand slid around to Harry’s backside, stroking his ass softly, a stark contrast to what Draco’s other hand was doing. He ran it down the length of Harry’s ass cheek to the back of Harry’s leg, massaging the plump flesh.

Harry’s breath was coming hard now as he stared down at Draco, enthralled by the sight of his mouth moving seamlessly over his cock while his hand pumped alternately.

He gave a sharp, surprised cry as he felt Draco’s finger plunging into his body. His hips jerked forward and his head snapped back, his eyes closing as Draco’s finger moved inside him.

“Shit,” he gasped, swallowing and opening his eyes.

Draco ignored Harry’s words and removed his finger, only to put it back a second later with another. He wiggled them around inside Harry, crooking them until he heard Harry’s strangled cry.

Quickly, he slid his tongue over Harry’s cock a few more times before pulling away. He removed his fingers from Harry’s body and slowly slid upwards, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Harry’s stomach. He nipped at Harry’s hip bone before licking a path to Harry’s navel. As he went, he pushed the mesh shirt Harry was still wearing upward until he was fully standing and the shirt was torn off and thrown aside.

Harry glanced at him, still breathing hard, wondering what he was doing. Draco looked at him for a second, then smirked and placed his hands on Harry’s hips, turning him around and pressing him against the wall.

Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressing through the fabric of his slacks and into his leg. He could feel Draco’s bare chest against his back and a second later, he heard the rustling of fabric and knew the slacks were gone.

He could feel Draco’s hot breath on the back of his neck and groaned as Draco pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, his teeth scraping against the skin followed by his tongue to soothe the reddening spot.

Draco’s hands slid over Harry’s body, tracing shapes on his hips as they moved further south. Harry’s body pressed back into Draco as the touches became less subtle, Draco’s hands inching down to Harry’s cock that was weeping for release.

“Draco,” Harry gasped into the wall, feeling Draco’s cock pressed into the cleft of his ass. “Please.”

He felt Draco nip his shoulder lightly and felt him reaching away from him, probably for his wand, Harry hoped.

Harry’s back arched as Draco’s slick fingers pressed into his body once more, pushing past the tight muscles that clenched around them.

“Relax, baby,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, adding a third finger to the two already buried in Harry’s body. He saw Harry nod quickly, his forehead resting against the cool stone wall.

Draco’s free hand moved to Harry’s side as he removed his fingers and positioned his lubricated cock at Harry’s entrance. He paused a second before pressing the tip of his erection into Harry’s body.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the intrusion. He took a deep breath and relaxed his body, allowing Draco’s cock to fill his body. His eyes were closed as his head rested against the wall. He could hear Draco’s breath as it came in sharp puffs.

Draco’s hand on Harry’s side slid to his hip and pulled him back against him, fully sliding his cock into Harry’s body. He waited a second to let Harry adjust, but couldn’t wait too long because of the pulsing heat that surrounded his cock, only making him hotter than ever.

“Okay?” he whispered in Harry’s ear, his tongue flicking over the lobe.

“Yes,” Harry gasped, leaning back into Draco for a moment.

A smile flitted across Draco’s face for a moment but was gone as quickly as it had come. He pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s cheek before moving back and grabbing Harry’s hips, his fingers pressing into them, knowing there would be bruises the next day.

He pulled his cock out slowly, feeling the muscles squeeze around it, then slid back in carefully, the heat encasing it as he moved. He moved again, this time faster, thrusting back into Harry’s body, the muscles contracting around his cock.

He could feel Harry’s harsh breath against his chest and heard the whimpers spilling from Harry’s lips. He leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Harry’s spine, feeling Harry’s back arch against his touch.

He pulled Harry’s hips against his own, shoving his cock back into Harry’s body. There was less resistance now and it was much smoother, sliding back into the tight heat.

Harry moaned softly, uncaring if anyone heard at this point. He was confident they were all busy at the ball anyway.

As Draco pushed in again, his hand slid around to Harry’s front, sliding down Harry’s flat abdomen until it curled around Harry’s hard cock. He heard Harry’s groan and smirked, squeezing Harry’s cock lightly and beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts.

Harry was panting as Draco’s hand ran down the length of his erection, giving it a little twist at the end. He could feel every movement of Draco inside his body, every time his cock brushed against the bundle of nerves inside him.

“God,” Harry groaned as Draco thrust back into him. “You’re so good.”

“Good,” Draco smirked, running free hand up Harry’s chest and twisting a nipple, causing Harry to squeak in a most unmanly way. “Don’t you wish you could tell the world?”

“Nguh,” was Harry’s only response as Draco’s hand continued its play with his nipples and the other slid over his cock.

Draco shifted closer, his cock sliding back into Harry’s body quicker now. He knew Harry was close, but he wanted to get this out before it happened.

“You don’t have to hide this—you know,” Draco said, halting for a second as a wave of heat ran through his body when Harry’s muscles clenched down on his cock. His hand gave a twist of Harry’s prick and he felt Harry’s body jerk in response. “We could tell people.”

Harry’s body shuddered as Draco’s hand ran over his cock, smearing the pre-cum over it. “Yes, yes,” he gasped, “anything you want.”

Draco smirked and thrust back into Harry’s body suddenly, hearing Harry’s gasp and feeling his muscles contract tightly.

“Fuck, God, Draco,” Harry cursed in succession as he came, a feeling of electricity running down his spine as his back arched.

Draco could feel himself on the edge as Harry came, heat surrounding his cock and muscles tightening over his cock. As his name left Harry’s lips, he felt himself coming hard, burying his face in Harry’s neck as he did so with a groan.

A few moments later, Draco pulled away, his body feeling tired and unwilling to move. He pushed himself back from Harry, removing his cock from Harry’s body. He moved to the side, falling back against the wall, still breathing hard.

Beside him, Harry turned to look at him. His expression was foreboding. “What did I just agree to?” he asked slowly.

Draco didn’t reply for a second and then a smirk bloomed on his face and he leaned into Harry, bringing a hand to his face and pushing back a piece of sweaty hair.

“Our relationship is no longer a secret,” Draco said, his hand resting on Harry’s neck as he watched him.

Harry paused, thinking fast. “Really?” he asked doubtfully.

“Unless you want to take it back,” Draco said, making to pull away, but was stopped as Harry grabbed his arm.

“No,” he said quickly, scooting in closer to Draco. “I don’t.” He inched forward, pressing a kiss to Draco’s lips. When he pulled away, he watched Draco nervously.

Draco was silent for a second and then he shrugged. “Good.” Then he smiled and kissed Harry again, pulling him close.

At length, they broke apart, each redressing quickly, knowing the Ball was nearly over. When he was dressed, Harry moved to Draco and gave him a quick kiss. “Ready?”

Draco glanced down, checking his suit, then nodded. Harry laughed and shook his head, leading the way to the door and opening it.

They left together, talking quietly. As they walked around the first corner, they ran straight into Hermione, Blaise, and Seamus.

Harry stopped suddenly, as did Draco. Hermione and Seamus turned to him, each staring at Draco, their eyes flicking back and forth between the two. Blaise looked nonplussed.

Harry cleared his throat, and with a glance at Draco, took a step forward. “Uh, Hermione, Seamus, meet my boyfriend, Draco.”

There was absolute silence for a minute as Harry waited for their responses.

“I knew it!” Seamus exclaimed suddenly. Harry was taken aback but smiled all the same.

Hermione stared at him for a second longer, then looked at Blaise, who was carefully looking anywhere but at her. Her eyes widened. “You knew?!” she exclaimed, hitting him on the arm.

Blaise guarded his arm. “Ow, yes. How could I not living in the same dorm as Draco?”

Hermione shook her head but turned to Harry, who had stepped back to Draco’s side. “Well, I suppose I should have known,” she sighed, eyeing the two of them. “The way you two fight, it was pretty obvious. So, are we going to tell Ron?”

Harry and Draco exchanged a glance. “Maybe not just yet,” Harry said, thinking of what Ron might say about the coupling.

“Nah, we’ll find him someone and he won’t care a bit,” Seamus chimed in. “How about Pansy? She seems his type.”

Draco and Blaise both laughed.

“Pansy? I think you’ve got your signals crossed, Finnigan,” Draco drawled, slipping a hand around Harry’s waist.

“Why not? Seems like Slytherin-Gryffindor relationships are the new trend.”

They all looked at each other and Draco shrugged. “Maybe Pansy would be a good choice.”

Seamus nodded happily. “And Neville could go with Daphne.”

“Yeah, right, Seamus,” Harry said, grinning.

“And me with Theo, he’s hot.”

“Uh huh,” Hermione said as they turned and started walking down the hall.

“Oh, and what about Dean?” Seamus asked as they began to walk away from him. “I know! Millicent. She’s pretty decent-looking. Dean likes dark hair.”

“Sure, whatever,” Harry called as they moved further away.

“Hey, wait!” Seamus called as they disappeared. “There’s so many more we could pair!”

He ran to catch up with the group as they disappeared down the hall, still spouting out potential Slytherin-Gryffindor qualities until his voice was just a small echo through the cavernous halls of the castle.


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A/N: Wish me luck guys. NaNoWriMo officially starts tonight. Hopefully we'll see my novel 50,000 words from tonight. :) Please review!