How Draco Malfoy Spent Halloween Night

My beta, Stef, has tried to salvage this story. But if it's still screwed up, it's ALL my fault. Seriously.


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Draco Malfoy woke up, his head pounding and eyes bleary. It took him a few moments to realize that there was another body lying next to him, and judging from something pressing into his sore arse, it was decidedly male.
That definitely woke him up.

What the hell had happened last night? Well he could easily tell what happened, considering the state of his arse. No, the correct question was who was it last night?

He slowly turned his head, only to find messy black hair and a scar on a forehead. Draco’s eyes widened in shock. Harry Potter fucked him last night?!

As he lay there stunned, he could feel Potter waking up slowly. What he did not expect was for Potter to kiss his neck. He jerked out of the bed.

“Merlin, Potter! What the hell are you doing here?”

To his amazement, Potter pouted at him. He got out of bed as well, and started moving towards Draco.

“Don’t you remember anything about last night at all?” That was breathed into Draco’s ear, which made him shudder. In revulsion. Definitely in revulsion. He was not attracted to Harry Potter damn it.

“Clearly not, Potter. What happened last night must have been so horrendous that my brain decided to obliviate myself of the memory.” But Draco was lying, and he knew it. Bits and pieces of the events that had transpired last night were returning to him.


Last night had been the annual Halloween Bash, which had been traditionally held by the Upper Year Slytherins. Invitations were sent out to all the houses, but only the Sixth and the Seventh Years were allowed.

Draco had been sitting on the couch nursing his Firewhiskey, when the Golden Trio walked in. And what an entrance they had made! Well, what an entrance Potter had made, his mind amended. He refused to think about the Weasel and Granger.

Potter had stepped into the Slytherin common room as though he owned it. The commanding air of his presence, together with his outfit, had made Draco sit up and take notice.

Potter had been dressed in skintight leather pants, which clearly showed how gifted he was in a certain department, and a black shirt that made his eyes seem even more green. He lost his glasses, and something had been done about his hair. The resulting effect had been… astounding. Potter sure cleaned up nicely, his drunken brain thought to himself.

He was not sure why the Golden Trio had accepted the invitations to the party, but it clearly was not because they wanted to speak to him. Potter had kept his distance from Draco, only to flick his eyes in Draco’s direction before looking away when he realized that Draco had his eyes trained on him.

The party went on, with Draco staring at Potter and refilling his drink. He could not be sure how many glasses of Firewhiskey he had, before Pansy had pulled him down to the floor to play Truth or Dare.

Well that clearly showed that he was drunk. He never liked participating in these silly games. However, as he saw Potter settling down in the circle, he did not make any fuss, and joined in.

The game was boring. There was a rather large group of participants, so Draco had yet to actually take part in it. There had not been any truly interesting dares or truths revealed, except for the occasional flashing of boobs and Finnigan doing a striptease. Which were not very interesting at all as Draco had no interest in boobs or Finnigan’s body.

It was only until Pansy’s dare that Draco sat up and took notice.

“Potter, I dare you to… Dress up as a pumpkin.” This was given with a smirk on her face.

Potter looked adorably confused.

“Umm, so I’m supposed to conjure a pumpkin costume and dress up in it? Ok…”

“No, Potter. YOU are going to be the pumpkin. Here, blindfold your eyes and we’ll take care of the costume.”

Potter looked around nervously, but true to his Gryffindor legacy, he blindfolded himself.

“Now stand up Potter. And remain standing until we tell you to do so.”

Slowly standing up, Potter nearly shrieked as Pansy removed all his clothes with a flick of her wand. Draco giggled quietly, until he realized that Potter was NAKED in front of his eyes.

He could feel the drool pooling in his mouth, looking at the body Potter presented in front of them. And what a body it was! Potter had muscles which no one their age should have, and his skin was golden. All over. Draco could not see any tan lines, and his brain pictured a naked Potter tanning somewhere. His eyes were drawn to Potter’s cock, and Draco’s mouth watered. Despite not being hard, it was a very respectable length, and thick. What Draco would do just to get his mouth on the cock…

Not wanting to seem obsessed over Potter’s body, he looked at the people around him, who were all fascinated with the really hot and naked Boy Who Lived in front of them as well. Draco felt the urge to cover up Potter’s body then, not wanting to let others see the glorious specimen of the man in front of them.

“Hush, Potter. Don’t move. You’re supposed to not wear anything so that we can dress you up anyway. And turn around. I need your arse facing me.”

Draco now had the very delicious image of a blushing naked Potter in front of him, turning around. As he was sitting next to Pansy, he was now treated to a wonderful view of Harry Potter’s arse. High and tight… Draco wished he could just smack it. Just as he was about to move forward, Pansy moved towards Potter. That broke him out of his thoughts, and he remained sitting, oddly jealous of Pansy for being so close to Potter.

Pansy conjured a brush and body paint, and started painting Potter’s arse. It was amusing to see Potter tightening and clenching his arse, which inadvertently showed off his muscles. Was the guy doing it on purpose?

Finally, Pansy was done. “You can remove your blindfold now.”

Potter did, and the impact of him standing naked in front of his classmates had him blushing and fidgeting. He hurriedly reached for the boxers that Granger had transfigured for him, but was stopped by Pansy.

“You’re to remain like that until the party’s over. Or you could do a forfeit…” There was an evil glint in Pansy’s eyes.

Potter shook his head and returned to his seat, looking uncomfortable all the way.

The game went on, but Draco paid no attention to it. All he could do was concentrate on Potter. It was only until his name was called repeatedly before he noticed his surroundings.

Crap. Pansy had just singled him out.

“Truth or dare, Draco?”

He groaned silently. He had too many secrets, and he knew how interested Pansy was in some of them. There was only one choice then. “Dare.”

Pansy made a face at him. She then grinned, “Make out with the person you’re most attracted to here.”

Bitch, Draco thought. She knew that he had something for Potter, which he refused to admit most of the time, and now she was forcing him to make a move on him.

But hell, Draco was drunk, and he was going to do what he wanted to do. Feel up Harry Potter.

Moving his way slowly towards Potter, he could see him swallowing, uneasy. He smirked. Harry Potter was going to get the shock of his life!

Draco ignored the people around them. He finally had the chance to kiss Harry Potter, and he was going to do it. Leaning forward, he placed his lips on Potter.

Merlin. Potter’s lips were soft, and he was actually slowly responding to the kiss. Draco’s tongue flicked forward and licked Potter’s lips, causing him to gasp and open his mouth, which gave Draco a chance to explore and taste Harry Potter’s mouth.

Harry Potter tasted decidedly of chocolate, and he could taste a hint of alcohol, probably from the few drinks he had. Draco wanted more of this, and unconsciously pushed Potter back, such that Draco was now lying on him. Potter was starting to respond more enthusiastically, his hands reaching to Draco’s arse and pulling him closer. Draco’s hands were all over Potter’s chest, and it was only until Potter’s erection was pressing into his own before he realized he did not want to do this in front of an audience.

“We’ll continue this later,” Potter murmured into his ear.

Draco did not want to wait for later. He wanted Potter, and he wanted him now.

Turning to look at Pansy, “Pansy, end this ridiculous game right now. It’s getting late and people have to get back to their dorms.”

She smirked at him, the look in her eyes clearly showing that she knew the exact reason why Draco was in a rush to end the party.

Draco sneered at her and was just about to move off Potter, before he realized that Potter was still hard and would be giving people an even better show if he stood up right now. He then clothed Harry with a spell, and dragged him up towards his Head Boy room.


Once alone together, Draco was on Potter like ants on sugar.

“God, Potter. Fuck me,” Draco moaned.

He could feel Potter shuddering, before pulling Draco onto the bed.

“Harry. If I’m going to fuck you, you better be calling me Harry.”

“Harry,” Draco breathed.

That certainly pushed Harry into action. He pulled the shirt off Draco, mouthing at his neck and moving to his nipples. Draco could hear Harry speaking in between the kisses.

“Fuck, Malfoy. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to get you into bed? But you’ve always seemed so uninterested that I’d never found the courage to ask you out… Now that you’ve come into my arms I’m never going to let you go.”

Draco moaned at the speech. He wanted Harry, Harry wanted him, and he was going to get fucked. Right now.

Pulling the clothes off Harry, he reached for his own trousers, but was stopped.

“I want to do this.”

Draco could do nothing but stare as Harry proceeded to remove his belt, then undid his pants with his mouth. To have Harry’s mouth so close to his cock... Draco jerked up, wanting more contact.

Harry laughed lightly. He kissed Draco’s cock through the boxers, and then pulled off both his trousers and boxers with a flourish. Draco lay there exposed to Harry’s view for a moment, before pulling him down and demanding to get fucked.

Gladly, Harry obliged. As he moved down towards Draco’s cock, he conjured lube, which he applied generously on his fingers.

Sucking Draco’s cock down, Harry pushed a finger into Draco’s hole at the same time, earning a scream from the blond. Harry could feel himself getting harder from Draco’s reactions.

The blond was pushing his hips down on his finger, begging for more. Releasing his cock, Harry started licking it while providing Draco with more fingers for him to rock on.

Soon, Draco had three fingers in his arse and Harry could no longer stand it. Removing his fingers from Draco’s arse, which caused Draco to whine, he slicked his erection with a coat of lube.

Resting the head of his cock on Draco’s entrance, Harry looked at Draco for confirmation. Draco’s eyes were wild, and his body was shifting about, clearly wanting Harry inside. Still Harry wanted to hear it from Draco’s lips.

“God damn it, Harry. Fuck me! Get inside! Push your hot big cock into my tight dirty arse! Do it!”

Harry pushed into Draco with a groan. Draco was so tight. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, trying not to move so as to let Draco adjust to the length in him. This plan was thwarted when Draco started clenching on his cock and bucking, demanding for Harry to start moving.

Draco was in heaven. Harry’s cock felt so huge in him, and he had hit Draco’s prostate on the second thrust. He kept pushing down, wanting more of what Harry was giving him, and Harry complied. This was definitely one of the best fucks Draco had received, if not the best.

“Faster, Harry! God, more more, Harry, God, more!”

Very soon, Draco was reaching his climax. A hand that did not belong to him reached for his cock and started pulling him off, pushing him over the edge. He gripped onto Harry’s biceps, writhing madly, when Harry drove forcefully into his arse and came.

Draco then, with the excessive amount of alcohol in him and barely any energy left, collapsed and fell asleep.


Which brought him to his current situation. Sober, with a mild hangover, and in his room with a naked Harry Potter. He flushed, recalling last night’s affair.

“I’m guessing you remember now, from the amount of blood that’s flowing through your body.”

Draco smacked Harry halfheartedly. There was no point, was there? He had declared to Harry that he wanted to be fucked by him, and then proceed to get fucked very thoroughly.

Deciding to make the best of the situation, he smiled at Harry. “I seem to recall this one thing that I wanted to do last night…”

Pushing Harry onto the bed, Draco reached for Harry’s cock and opened his mouth.