On All Hallows Eve......

A Halloween Storm
By: Snapes_Goddess

A/N: So, it’s Halloween time and all manner of beasties are roaming about…there are trick or treaters, ghoulies and ghosties and goblins galore! Horror movies are everywhere and practical jokes…the scarier the better! So....I challenge you my dear readers and authors alike, to join me in another little collection of tales…the rules are simple:

1. It must relate to Halloween or something scary.

2. It must involve a romantic relationship between DM and HG…Ill leave the degree of smut up to you but nothing warms a body up quite like a good scare!!

It’s really as simple as that! I shall leave this open if you wish to attach your post to this or you may post it on its own, just remember to address it as a challenge submission!!

So…get to it, show me what you’ve got!!



Halloween Night – 2005


It was raining. Not just raining, but a deluge of water was falling from the sky with the accompaniment of earth shaking thunder and sky splitting lightening. It was one of the worst fall storms Draco had ever seen and he was on a dark country road trapped inside a tiny little car with Hermione Granger. She had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and was leaning forward over the dash trying to see the road in front of her. Her headlights were doing very little to aid her navigation of the deeply rutted farm road and Draco found himself afraid.

“Just pull over, Granger, we will apparate back to the manor and come back for the car tomorrow.” He said, bracing his hands on the dash as she hit another deep rut.


“Are you crazy? You can’t apparate during a storm like this! When you channel your magic for the spell you might pull in energy from the storm and set your self on fire!” She was squinting now, the rain coming so thick and heavy that she could barely make out the front of the car.

“I still don’t understand why we had to collect Moonflower’s all the way out here anyhow! We are damn near in Cornwall, you know that don’t you? A two day trip to pick flowers and now we are lost, in a storm on a fucked up little road and you are a really bad driver! We should have gone by broom, my Firebolt is in the boot, we can be at an inn in no time!” He had been muttering the same thing since they left.

“You’d rather be flying in this mess? We are safer in the car.”

“Not with you driving we aren’t.” He said.

“Do you want to drive?” She snapped.

“I’m six foot two, Hermione; I barely fit in the bloody passenger seat, what makes you think I will fit behind the wheel of this cracker tin on wheels?” His legs were cramped and beginning to ache from the small space. He needed to stretch. “We could have taken my car.”


“And you think that your sports car would be any easier to move through this mud?” She scoffed.


“At least I would have room to stretch my legs out.” He grumbled. “Why did I have to go with you anyhow?”

“It’s not safe for a woman to travel alone to strange places.” She said simply.

“You aren’t just a woman; you are a powerful witch who can kill a bloke with a stroke of her wand. Try again.” He said.

“Fine, I didn’t want to be alone and you are my friend, therefore you are required by the laws of friendship to accompany me.” She said, making that idiotic declaration actually sound like a fact.


Draco frowned and looked over at the woman driving. They had become friends at University, two magical beings attending a muggle school they found that no one understood them quite like the other. As their friends married and had families, Hermione and Draco remained single and thus became closer. They spent a lot of time with each other, often attending various events together in lieu of actually finding a date. When she had asked him to go he hadn’t even considered refusing her. He would never let her go out to some back country town he had never heard of on her own.

It hadn’t been too bad the first night. They had sat in her room at the inn watching muggle horror movies on the telly and gorging on popcorn and peanut butter cups. She had gotten herself so worked up with the movies that she had ended up sleeping in his room, afraid to be alone in hers in case zombies were to attack. He figured if they were attacked by zombies she intended to use him as a distraction. It was a wonderful friendship, except for one minor detail. He had been madly in love with her for three years.


“Why are you staring at me?” She asked, casting him a sideways glance.

“Was I? Maybe because your hair is beginning to resemble a nest of coiling snakes.” He actually loved her hair, but he would never tell her that.

“It’s the rain; the humidity causes it to curl even worse.” She frowned.

“Hermione, look out!” Draco shouted, bracing his hands on the dash as Hermione turned the wheel sharply to the left. The car hydroplaned, both occupants screaming until it came to a halt when it slammed into a sign on the side of the road. Draco immediately unbuckled his seat belt and reached for her. The car hit on her side and he was desperate to ascertain her safety. “Are you alright? Do you hurt anywhere? Are you bleeding?” He asked as he ran his hands over every part of her that he could reach.

“I’m fine….Draco, what was that?” She asked, turning in the seat to look behind them.

“It looked like a man…but where did he go?” What he could see of the road behind them looked empty.

“Did I hit him?” She asked, a horrified edge to her voice.

“No, you didn’t hit him…just the sign.” Draco frowned, he was certain there had been a man on the road. Where had he gone?

“Sign….maybe it tells us where we are!” Hermione unbuckled her seat belt and crawled across him.

“What in the hell are you doing? Hey, watch the goods!” He grabbed her by the hips and shoved her back into her seat. “Will you sit still! I will look at the bloody sign.” He opened his door and shoved his head out in the rain for a moment then scrambled back inside, shaking his head and spraying her with rain drops.

“Where are we?” She swiped the rain away and reached into the back seat for a hooded sweatshirt that she passed to him to dry his hair.

“Sheldon Hills Asylum, maybe the guy in road was a patient.” Draco said, reaching over to engage the lock just in case.


“No, he couldn’t be. Sheldon Hills has been closed for over fifty years.” Hermione said, shuddering. “I want to leave, Draco, I want to leave now.”

Draco looked over and became concerned, she was shaking and pale. Maybe she was in shock from the accident?


“Alright, Love, crawl over here and let me drive.” He said, reaching for her so that they could change positions. He settled behind the wheel and started the engine, then put the car into gear. Immediately it became obvious that they had a problem. “Hermione, I think the rim is bent….we aren’t going to get very far. I think we should turn up the drive and take shelter inside the building until morning.”


“NO!” She shouted, her voice echoing inside the car.

“Why not? It’s safer than sitting in the car all night and a hell of a lot more comfortable.” He couldn’t believe the fear in her eyes.

“Sheldon Hills is haunted.” She said quietly.

“Hermione, we lived in a haunted castle for seven years.” Draco rolled his eyes and directed the car slowly up the hill towards the large, foreboding structure at the top.

“That’s different. Sheldon Hills is infamous. It was opened in 1789 by Dr. Cartwright Sheldon a former psychiatrist at Bedlam. When he founded the hospital he took with him several patients noted to be some of the most criminally insane people ever known. He was rumored to use experimental methods to correct the various mental illnesses of his patients, many of them resulting in the death of the patients. Not that anyone cared; he was willing to take on the indigent which meant that the government didn’t have to cover the costs of their care. He would simply bury them in the yard out back and move on to the next patient. The running of the hospital was passed down from the eldest son to the eldest son until 1938 when one of the nurses was cornered in what was supposed to have been a lock down ward for the Criminally Insane and raped. Instead of reporting it, the Dr. Sheldon in charge had her confined to a room and drugged. She gave birth to a child and apparently slit her wrists. Her family kept at the government until they finally shut the hospital down in 1943.” Her stomach was in knots as the car hobbled to a stop in front of the imposing building.

“Oh for fucks sake, Hermione, that sounds like one of those crazy horror films you insist on us watching for Halloween.” Draco chuckled. “It’s just a building, it’s dry inside and I promise to protect you from any little beasties running about.”

“You were scared of the shrieking shack! How are you going to protect me from insane people?” She snorted.


“I wasn’t expecting Potter to come after me in an invisibility cloak so that is unfair! And I happen to know a thing or two about insane people if you recall.” He turned off the ignition and reached into the backseat for a small duffel. “Go on, Hermione, I have to get out on your side, the door is smashed.”

Hermione reluctantly crawled out of the car with Draco right behind her. He pulled his coat up over his head and put his arm over her to shield her as they ran for the front doors. Large, double doors made of rusted metal were locked with a chain and padlock. Draco withdrew his wand and with a quick flick the lock fell to the ground and the chain slid away. The doors were sticky and it took Draco several tries to get them open, but they finally gave way and opened with a creak.

“I don’t want to go inside.” Hermione said staring inside the darkened halls.

“Will you stop? I would never let anything happen to you, Hermione, ever. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.” He raised his wand and cast the lumos charm, dragging her by the arm behind him as he stepped inside. The doors slammed shut behind them and Hermione screamed. “It’s the wind, Love. Just the wind.”

“I don’t like it here, Draco.” She said, shuffling closer to him. Draco put his arm around her shoulders and held her close against his side as he slung his duffel over his other shoulder. With his wand lit and guiding them he moved through the halls, searching out a place for them to weather the storm.

Amazingly the hospital didn’t appear to have been vandalized or disturbed at all. Pencils still sat in the cups on the desk; paper was still fed into the typewriters. It looked as though the staff were out on lunch instead of likely being dead by that point. He poked his head into a couple of patient rooms but doubted he would get Hermione to sleep in one of them so he continued on until he found an office with Dr Sheldon printed on the door. Inside he found a curved leather chaise in the middle of the room, a comfortable spot to spend the night.


“Come on, we will sleep here.” He said, locking the office door behind him just to make certain. He tossed his wet jacket onto a hook on the back of the door and reached into his duffel for a t-shirt that he transfigured into a blanket.

“Draco…I need to pee.” She said, sitting on the chaise shivering. He looked around and saw a door labeled LAVATORY.

“Right there is the loo.” He said, bending over to pull off his boots.


“I don’t want to go in there alone.” She stammered. He looked at her incredulously.

“You want me to go to the loo with you?”


“Please? I don’t want to go anywhere alone.” Draco knew her cheeks were bright red and he shook his head. “So much for Gryffindor courage.” He muttered. “Fine, come on, I’ll go with you to the loo.” He pushed open the door and stepped inside, checking for spiders, beasties or a criminally insane ghost but finding nothing. He turned his back, facing the door and heard her shuffling around behind him.

“I can’t go with you listening.” She said. Draco sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.


“You won’t go unless I’m in here with you. I can’t be in here with you and NOT hear you, Hermione.” He was getting tired and grouchy.

“Sing.” She said. He started to turn and look at her but she screamed. “Don’t look!”

“Sing what and why?” He asked, exasperated.

“I don’t know, God Save the Queen. If you sing you won’t hear.” She reasoned. Draco growled and took a deep breath, then began to sing.

”God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen…”


“Louder.”


”God save the Queen, send her victorious…” He felt like an idiot standing in a dark bathroom singing God Save The Queen at the top of his lungs so Hermione could pee. He was nearly through the last verse when he heard her casting a cleansing spell over her hands.


“Alright, all done.” She said. He turned around and frowned.

“Now I’ve got to go.” He said, unzipping his jeans and stepping up to the toilet.

“What are you doing?” She shrieked.


“Using the bathroom!” He closed his eyes and began to relieve himself.

“But…you didn’t tell me to turn around or sing or anything….” She said quietly, trying to peer around him as covertly as she could.

“I don’t have a shy bladder and I could care less if you look, if you want to see it I am more than happy to let you have a look.” He zipped up and turned around to find her staring down at his fly. He smirked and took a step closer. “You wanna peek, Granger?” He asked, his fingers clasping the tab on his zipper. Her head snapped up and if the lights had been on he knew she would be blushing.

“Um…no….I just can’t believe you just whipped it out like that with me standing here.” She stammered over the words, wishing like hell that she didn’t want to take him up on the offer. She had been lusting after him for longer than she cared to admit to anyone.

“I can have him back out in a flash if you like.” He said, softly, coming closer. “Trick or treat little girl.” He leered at her in the shadows and she could see his teeth gleaming as he grinned.

“You are incorrigible.” She said, shoving at his chest as she moved past him and back into the office.


“Oh get off it, Hermione, when are you going to admit that you are dying to get your hands on my hot little body?” He had no idea how close he was to the truth of it. She was dying to get her hands on him, but she couldn’t bear the rejection.


“When you admit that you are desperately in love with me and want me to give you the first half-blood Malfoy heir.” She smiled, sitting down on the chaise to remove her shoes. Draco’s heart nearly stopped, she had hit the nail right on the head. That was exactly what he wanted.


“Lay down.” He said, sliding onto the chaise beside her. “Don’t hog the blanket either.” He said.

“I don’t hog the blankets.” She said, burrowing under the cover and rolling onto her side to face him.

“Yes you do, and your toes are like ice cubes and you like to put them on my legs when we sleep together.” He said.

“You are always so warm.” She smiled at him and wanted to touch her so badly. It killed him to have her so close, sometimes sharing his bed, and not touch her. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. “Draco…do you hear something?”

“No.” He said.

“I think I hear something.” She whispered, shifting closer to him.

“No, you don’t. Go to sleep, Hermione.” He draped his arm over her waist, hoping it might comfort her enough that she would just go to sleep. She was quiet for a few minutes then a particularly loud clap of thunder shook the metal grates on the windows and she squealed, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him on top of her. “Bloody hell, woman! What is wrong with you?”

“I don’t like it here, Draco, I keep hearing things.” She whimpered, shaking beneath him.

“There is nothing here that is going to harm you, Hermione. You are all worked up because it’s Halloween and you’ve heard stories about this place. Just go to sleep.” He said. “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I can’t sleep.” She whispered. “I’m too tense to sleep.”

“Are you going to talk me to death all night?” He was staring at her lips, thinking of a million other things for her to be doing with them other than talking.

“Probably.”

“Granger….fuck it.” He tunneled his hand into her hair and held her head steady as he closed his lips over hers. She gasped in shock as the heat of his mouth pressed against hers and his tongue slid between her lips, then she sighed and her eyes fluttered closed as she melted and began to respond. Hands that were clutching at his shoulders slid up to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth more tightly to hers.

They kissed and kissed and kissed until he had no choice but to pull away so he could draw oxygen into his lungs. He nibbled along her jaw, down the side of her neck as he slowly pushed her knit shirt up and then lifted his head so he could remove it completely. She followed suit, baring his torso to her questing hands. Everything he had ever wanted was squirming in his hands, passionately responding to his kiss, his touch.


Soft, small hands slid down his back, her fingers dipping into his waistband. He wished it wasn’t so dark so he could see her and not just the vague outline of her. When lightning flashed he could see the silky material of her bra covering plump, round breasts. His hands went to them like magnets to the icebox door. She moaned softly and arched into his touch. He kneaded the soft globe gently and plucked at her nipple through the fabric before tugging it down to finger the hard peak skin to skin.

“Oh yes…Draco…” She sighed, closing her eyes and arching her back. He lowered his head and licked her nipple using the flat of his tongue, dragging the rough surface over the sensitive tip before suckling gently. His fingers moved lower, opening her jeans and pushing them down while he nursed at her breasts. He pulled away from her long enough to shuck his jeans and to skim hers off of her legs. With his hands on her thighs he spread her wide and knelt between her legs.

He laid his hand palm down over her curls and slid his thumb down between the petals of her sex, over her clit and into the scalding pool of moisture at her entrance. She was wet, hot and ready….for him. It wasn’t the slow, tender lovemaking he always envisioned when he thought about what their first time together might be like, but he had her beneath him, wet, ready and willing and he could think of nothing but getting inside her as quickly as possible.


He moved over her, settling his hips between her thighs and with a sure, solid thrust he was lodged deep within her.

“Oh god, Draco…” She wrapped her legs around his waist and her nails bit into his shoulders. “Finally…” She groaned. Draco lifted his head and stared down at her, his hips flush against hers; his cock nestled deep in her pussy.

“What do you mean finally?” he asked. She met his gaze and curled her hand behind his neck; tugging him down so that his entire weight was pressing into her and his nose was touching hers.

“I mean, finally, finally I can feel your hands on me, finally I can feel your lips on me, finally I can feel you deep inside me.” She said softly. “I love you, Draco, I love you so much.”


“How long?”

“Years.” She said, lifting her hips against him hoping to tempt him into moving soon, only he didn’t move, he began laughing. “I don’t think this is an appropriate time to laugh, Draco.”

“I’m not laughing at you….its just….god I love you, I have loved you for the last three years.” He kissed her, slowly, tenderly, his lips clinging to hers as he tried to pour his emotions into her.


“Then we have a lot of lost time to make up for.” She grinned. “Trick or treat?”

“Definitely treat.” He drawled, rolling his hips against hers. He thrust, rocked and rolled his hips into her, her counterthrusts the perfect accompaniment to the passionate dance taking place on the leather chaise. Her cries and pretty pleas urged him to move faster, to thrust harder until her body bowed beneath him in bliss, her sucking, clasping heat sucking his release from him like a straw.

He held her close to him, rolling onto his side so that his weight wasn’t crushing her. She purred and cuddled closer, sighing as she drifted off to sleep listening to his heartbeat against her ear.

Draco lay in the darkness, holding her tight and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she loved him too. He stiffened and lifted his head, looking towards the door. He heard whispering then a shadow moved in front of the frosted glass.


“Hermione…did you hear something?” He whispered. The soft snore of a content woman was his answer. Draco pulled her tighter against him and spent the night wide awake listening to the sounds of a haunted asylum and praying for sunrise.