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Chapter Twelve - All Hallows Eve

Draco had not been allowed to leave the castle once since he had stepped within it when the term began on the 1st of September. While that gave him more time to work indoors, especially since Potter had gone to Hogsmeade on all weekends, it gave him few options when it came to choices for a Halloween costume.

The headmaster had decided to hold a Halloween ball, no doubt he planned the ball as a distraction from the increasing number of attacks on the Wizarding World by Voldemort, but Draco was not complaining; In fact, he considered it to be one of the better ideas the old man ever had since he became a student at the school.

In a Manor with nothing but painful moments, Draco had always enjoyed the grand balls and dinners. He loved the chance to dress up and enjoy the best things in life, and that was not a pleasure he was ever going to give up. He did not shy away from extravagance; It was one of the few joys in his life.

His business was doing exceedingly well, and even after paying back Blaise the initial one hundred thousand galleons, taking care of overhead and more than generous staff wages, Draco now had a little under three million galleons in his new vault in the Switzerland Gringotts. He wanted a chance to use his money and Halloween would have been perfect, but ordering from catalogues can only take you so far.

He sat mulling over what to do, and that's when an idea occurred to him, something that would allow him to be as extravagant as he wanted; and still shock everyone into silence. Excited, he jolted a quick letter to Marina and sent Aristotle with it. He couldn't wait for the ball in two weeks time. He was still thinking about his costume when the door to the quarters opened and Potter walked in.

He seemed exhausted and putting his bag down on his own couch; he came to sit on Draco's. This was a habit that Potter had developed after they began reading manga together. At first, Potter would borrow the volumes and take them to his side of the room, later he started reading them on Draco's side, and more recently, he sat there even when he was not reading manga. There was nothing more to it, so Draco did not say a word; and if truth be told, he was happy that Potter had taken to manga and they would sometimes discuss the books.

Blaise and Pansy were not the reading type, so he had never been able to discuss this with them, and although he would never admit it to Potter, he found his company during those times tolerable, pleasant even.

"The whole castle has gone crazy." Potter complained, in a voice that betrayed his long-suffering state. "Even Hermione is talking about costumes, it's like I am suddenly in the twilight zone."

"Twilight Zone?" Draco asked.

"It's a muggle show on television, and please don't ask me what a television is because I am in no mood to explain." Harry said.

"I know what a television is; I don't need you to explain." Draco remarked.

"You do?" Harry inquired in shock.

"There is a subject called Muggle Studies in this school." Draco answered derisively.

"Oh." Harry said, as he leaned back on the couch. He was exhausted. Hermione had been too distracted to even help him with his homework; and Ginny would not stop pestering him about matching their costumes as every couple should.

He could not wait for the bloody day to be over. "I suppose you will be going to the ball?" Harry asked, not knowing why he had.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Harry snorted in disgust.

He was only going because he was dating Ginny, and she wanted to go with him. Even the headmaster's request to reassure the other students would not have been enough to drag him to the hall.

"You have a costume then?" He asked his husband.

"Not yet, I have only made the decision on what to wear just now.' Draco answered. "You?"

"Don't know, Ginny is taking care of it." Harry said, and immediately felt as if he had said something wrong.

It was certainly awkward, that he was having this conversation with his husband, but Malfoy showed no indication at all, that he was affected by Harry's choice to go with his girlfriend instead of with him. Although Harry wanted to know who Malfoy was going with, he did not ask; and instead let the tense silence continue, until it turned into comfortable silence.

The days flew by, and before everyone knew it, Halloween had arrived. The ball was exclusive to the fourth years and above so the younger children had their dinner early to allow time for decorating before the ball began at nine that night.

Harry went to get ready at Gryffindor tower, because Ginny had insisted that she wanted to make sure that everything was perfect before they went to the hall. He wore tight white breeches with knee length black boots. Overtop he wore a white shirt with ruffles and a fancy red overcoat. To complete the look as King Louis the Fifteenth of France, a blonde wig covered his raven hair, and he had to admit that he looked smashing.

Ron was a vampire, and they stood side by side at the foot of the girls' stairs waiting for their dates. Somewhere along the weeks since Harry said come off as siding with Malfoy, their friendship had recovered, and Harry couldn't be happier.

After they'd waited impatiently for thirty minutes; the girls finally emerged and they looked gorgeous. Ginny was Madame Pompadour of France, and she wore a red ball dress that toppled racily around her shoulders, exposing beautiful white skin and mounds of creamy breasts. The neckline was so low there was barely a half inch between it and her nipples, but then again; Madame Pompadour was a Victorian mistress, it was expected!

Hermione, on the other hand, was the Wizarding World's version of Cinderella and she was gorgeous. Harry could tell that Ron wanted to say something about Ginny's dress, but a quick warning look from Hermione made him bite his tongue, and grudgingly take his girlfriend's arm without saying anything. Harry did the same, and they left the common room after allowing Collin Creevey, who was almost bouncing with excitement, to take exactly two photos.

The students were waiting in the Entrance Hall for the doors to open when they arrived; and casting a quick tempus, Harry saw that there was another fifteen minutes before the doors opened. He used that time to look around at his schoolmates. He saw vampires, faeries, nymphs, princesses, princes, kings, queens; and Luna in some sort of grass costume he couldn't place, but then again, when had Luna ever been conventional?

He did not see Malfoy until about two minutes before the doors opened. What made him look was a sharp gasp, and when he turned to see what everyone was looking at, he was speechless. Climbing down the stairs was an angel, literally, an angel.

Malfoy was wearing tight cream leather pants that ended abruptly at the ankles to expose feet in white slippers. You would expect pants that tight would reveal imperfections, but all they displayed was perfection; perfectly defined thighs and long legs that were normally hidden beneath voluminous school robes.

His torso was bare and from his back sprang great white wings that shimmered when light struck them at odd angles. His platinum hair fell in soft waves around his head and shoulders, and three inches above his head was a halo of diamonds that had been charmed to move with him. The boy was breath-taking, and Harry felt an angry pang when he realized that he was not the only one who thought so.

McGonagall opened the door at that point, and couples entered the room hand in hand. Malfoy was the last to enter, alone and looking like he owned the world and at that moment, he did. His entire image gave off the feeling of perfection; as if nobody could stand beside him without marring his unearthly beauty. He was perfect alone, and Harry panicked a bit when he thought of it like that.

He was Malfoy's bonded, and no other moment in their short marriage hammered into him the fact that Malfoy was not his than that moment. He had never wanted Malfoy, he had never wanted him to be his, but now that the blonde appeared so far away, he couldn't help the irritation that Malfoy was supposed to be his but wasn't.

Draco located his friends and headed to them. People were watching him with all sorts of emotion. Some lusted after him, some wanted to be him, others hated him for being him, but Pansy and Blaise looked at him with pride, and that was all that mattered.

"How did you get that halo to stay above your head even when you move?' Pansy asked the moment he reached their table and took a seat. Beloved Pansy, she always knew what to say, and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

"I take it you love my costume then?" He asked.

"Love it? Darling, you look delicious." She said, and let her eyes roam over him shamelessly.

"I would be jealous of my girlfriend's reaction, if I also didn't think you look enchanting.' Blaise also let his eyes wander over his best friend, and Draco laughed. His best friends were awesome.

"I would hate to see you fight over me, so we have to come up with a way to decide who I will dance with first." Draco said smugly. "Shall we call it with a galleon?"

Blaise produced a galleon from the trousers of his prince costume, and handed it to Draco to toss.

"Dragon." Pansy called. Draco tossed the galleon high, and let it land on his palm.

"Sorry Pans, Blaise will have the first dance." He said as he showed them his palm where Goblin was on top.

Pansy pouted, but in truth, she did not mind. In fact, she thought this was for the best. Potter would be more threatened by a male than a female, and she had already seen him looking at Draco as if he could not believe such beauty could exist on earth.

The hall quieted as the headmaster stood up from his chair on the high table that had not been moved, even though the house tables had been replaced with small tables that would seat a maximum of twelve people. People began to clamber around looking for seats, and Harry was shocked to see that Ginny was leading him to the table Malfoy sat at with his friends.

His other friends followed closely, and by the way Hermione looked at him guiltily, Harry was sure that she had known that Ginny would do something like this. With no other options, he followed, and they sat down. The three Slytherins paid them no heed and Harry was annoyed and relieved at the same time.

"Welcome to the first Halloween Ball in Hogwarts." Dumbledore began. "Order food and drinks from the menu, and enjoy yourselves." The group of Slytherins and Gryffindors ordered their food without much further ado, and they began eating in much the same way until Ginny spoke.

"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to be an angel, when we all know what you are and what you have done?" She directed the question at Draco, who finished chewing his food before he deigned to answer; No reason to show bad manners just because someone did not know appropriate dinner conversation.

"On the contrary Weaselette, I think it is very appropriate." Draco said smugly.

"You may not know this, but the Muggles have this myth. Some believe that a God created the first man and woman and placed them in a garden, but he forbade them from touching the fruit of an apple tree in the garden. Lucifer, the most beloved and beautiful of the god's angels transformed into a snake and went to the garden where he tempted the woman to eat the forbidden fruit. The woman fell for temptation, and the result was that Lucifer was cast out of heaven and humans lost their immortality." Everyone listened with fascination.

"No matter how you look at it, don't you think I make a good Lucifer? Just in case you doubt it, look around the hall and see just how many people are lusting after this forbidden fruit." He continued coyly, sweeping a hand over his body, before going back to his food when the girl said nothing more.

"Coincidentally, I must commend you on your get-up; it shows a real understanding of your station in life." He said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" To be truthful, Ginny had chosen the costume because she wanted to wear something risqué, and the owner of the shop had said that her dress would go well with what she had gotten for Harry.

"Ignoring the fact that you clearly lack in academic excellence, and your knowledge of philosophy and the arts are common to nonexistent at best, you do make a good Marquise de Pompadour." Draco said. "She remained the mistress of King Louis the Fifteenth to her death, and because she knew she would never be queen; she made good with Queen Marie Leszczynska, and became her thirteenth lady in waiting; the most prestigious position in court at the time. Too bad the only thing you have going for you is your not ugly countenance, but you could do with a lesson or two about political tact."

The table fell silent. In not so many words, Draco had referred to himself as Harry's queen and delegated Ginny to the role of the mistress for the rest of her life. A simple commendation of her costume hid a wealth of insults.

"Aren't you the one who could do with a lesson about political tact?" She asked angrily. How dare he? She couldn't believe that he had turned the tables on her like this.

"Quit while you still have some dignity Weaselette; I grow bored with this uninteresting talk." Draco said as he took his attention off her.

"Isn't it beneath you to know muggle history?" Hermione Granger, who had been quiet until that moment, decided to weigh in. Draco rolled his eyes.

"This has got to be, the most tiresome dinner, I have ever had the displeasure of attending; and I have had dinner with the Australian Minister of Magic, who wouldn't stop talking about the beefing practices in his country." Draco complained dryly, and Pansy groaned.

"I couldn't eat beef for months without seeing his face and hearing his voice. Almost put me off beef altogether." Blaise said.

"It was horrible." Pansy agreed.

No one talked for a long time after that, until the tables were cleared and strains of music could be heard over the noise of students moving back their chairs. Draco was just about to stand, when someone came to their table; It was Marcus Flint.

"A dance Draco?" He asked, and held out his hand.

"I am sorry Flint, but you will have to wait your turn," Blaise said standing up. "Draco has promised the first few dances."

Flint frowned. He had been trying to get together with Draco for so many years now, but the other boy had always been beyond his reach. Now that the blonde had fallen from grace some, he had figured that he could at least have an advantage of sorts, but that was turning out to be untrue.

For his part, Draco simply couldn't bring himself to be involved with anyone at the moment, and even if he were; Flint was among the last persons he would choose. The boy's family were close to the dark lord, and Draco had no intention of being sucked back into that world.

"I will come back later then." Flint said, and went back to his table.

"You need to deal with that situation soon Draco." Pansy said, a scowl marring her beautiful face.

"Later Pans, today I dance." He took Blaise's offered hand, and they went to the dance floor, leaving a muttering Pansy behind.

"What situation?" Harry asked, the moment Malfoy and Zabini had left the table.

"It's not your business Potter." She answered dismissively, as she uncorked a bottle of everlasting fire whiskey they had smuggled into the hall and poured three fingers into her glass.

Harry frowned. Their marriage contract said that anything to do with Malfoy, was nothing to do with him, but he could not help wanting to make it his business. Marcus Flint was clearly enamoured with his husband, and he would be damned if he allowed it to go anywhere. He did not stop to think that his reasoning was pretty unreasonable, and that he was basically doing the same thing with Ginny.

Without asking, he passed his glass to Parkinson fully expecting her to share the fire whiskey and she did not disappoint. She was even generous enough to pour in each glass that was given to her; they should have questioned her generosity because the only reason she gave it to them, was that she was hoping to witness the Gryffindors embarrassing themselves.

The fire whiskey was not an ordinary brew, and because it was dark, they did not notice that what was poured into their glasses was a green liquid. It was a cocktail called avada kedavra that the Slytherins had bought from a club owner. Like its name, the drink was insanely strong, and a few were enough to knock out the unseasoned drinker.

Harry watched Malfoy dance with Zabini with increasing unease. The two were so close that a pin wouldn't have had the space to drop to the ground between their bodies. It made him angry and the angrier he got, the more he drank. From there, the night was a blur, people went to the dance floor and then returned to the table to drink some more. It was almost two in the morning when a drunk Harry and a drunk Malfoy, stumbled their way back to the east tower leaving the Gryffindors passed out in the Great Hall while the Slytherins staggered back to the dungeons.

Draco had to try three times before he could finally fit the key in the keyhole of their rooms, and they let the door bang behind them as they staggered to the bedroom. Draco discarded the wings and halo of his costume on the floor, before collapsing on the bed while Harry threw his wig down, and removed his boots, before doing the same.

"That was not fire whiskey." Harry stated in a voice full of certainty, that nevertheless struggled not to stutter.

"It was not." Draco confirmed, and turned, wanting to sleep the drunkenness from his body.

"Do you think we should take this chance to, um...consummate, you know…satify the bond and all that?" Harry asked.

In his drink addled brain, he could not see a better opportunity than this. At first, he had thought to wait and use a lust potion when the time limit was almost up, but this was a golden opportunity he couldn't pass up.

"Yeah." Draco answered, after a few moments of thought; and Harry turned to face him. They both smelt like they had been bathed in alcohol, but they were not teenage girls in need of romance and the works for their first time.

Harry captured Draco's mouth in a kiss, and they both groaned at the onslaught of heat that began where their mouths met and spread to the rest of their bodies. The Gryffindor placed his hand behind the blonde's head and pulled him closer. The kiss was fiery and passionate, with no timidity or shyness; a kiss devoid of any inhibitions and it was intoxicating.

Their tongues dueled for dominance, Harry's hands roamed on the naked expanse of Draco's back and the older boy whimpered and pressed himself closer to the raven, wanting to be as close as possible and to just, feel. His hands snuck beneath Harry's shirt and traveled up to his chest to his left nipple. The little nub perked up the moment Draco's finger touched it, and Harry could not help the groan that escaped his lips. Their kisses became urgent, and in a flash, they lay naked beside each other on the bed, their erections touching each other.

Neither could wait; Harry muttered a wandless spell, and then Draco felt a cold wetness in his hole. Before he could fully register it, he was flat on his back, and Harry had a finger deep within him. Moving it in and out, trying to stretch him; and then he hit a spot that made Draco arch his back in pleasure. Harry put in another finger and then a third and Draco was reduced to a mass of quivering nerves that could do nothing but whimper in pleasure.

Harry could not take the throbbing in his cock anymore. He removed his fingers from Draco, positioning himself at the other boy's entrance, before plunging in with one quick thrust. Draco screamed in both pain and pleasure, and Harry bit on his bottom lip trying to suppress the orgasm that threatened to overtake him. He had never felt anything like this, and he'd had sex numerous times before.

Draco was so tight, so warm, and every time he made those little sounds of pleasure, Harry had to stop himself from coming right then and there. Once Draco indicated that he was good, Harry moved; taking care to find and hit the little nub he had felt earlier with his fingers; and Draco keened with pleasure every time he did. It did not take long for either of them to unravel; cumming with a force that almost arched them off the bed.

Harry did not pull out immediately; as they both tried to recover their breath. There were no words spoken, but somewhere along the way; they had made a non-verbal agreement. They didn't sleep, they fucked until the morning sun's rays stole into the room and they collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.

When Harry next woke up, Malfoy was gone; and there was not a single clue of what had happened in the rooms, on the bed, or even on his person. He took a long shower to rejuvenate himself and went to see how his friends were doing; and hopefully head to lunch with them. He was starving.

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