In the Room of Requirement.

Halloween Night.

6:00 pm.

The Room of Requirement, once the large white wooden doors opened up, would lead down to a colourful Funhouse with a giant clown face. Harry named this, because of the thriller movie, Funhouse Massacre. This place is where everyone will lead the Pure-bloods and the rest of the Half-bloods who know nothing about the muggle culture, only to be frightened even more after The Chase.

"Is everyone ready?" Harry counted about 49 students altogether out of the thousands who are wearing different costumes. Some were just dressed in their school clothes as they wanted to be hunted with their pure-blooded friends. They didn't tell them about the prank though as they were mostly there for the acting. They were going to have a couple of muggle-born students, as killers, chase after the muggle-born students just wearing normal clothes and pretend to kill them in front of everyone.

Dean's costume was frightening as hell! He's dressed as Ghostface. Then there's Hermione's terrifying costume. Well, it was a little scary. She was dressed as a dead bloody bride, with a black wig, of course.

He saw a Jeepers Creepers, Jason Vorhees, Annabelle but complete with an Annabelle doll. The Grudge. Oh, he'll never forget the children who were dressed as The children of the corn. What a horrendous movie that was.

Kurt Wellow, a muggle-born Ravenclaw with blonde sandy spiky hair, had a literal Jigsaw doll on a tricycle, but then they wore that pig-faced costume and that just scared most of the students inside the room. That has got to go into the corridors at some point during the night as well as The Headless Horseman, Michael Myers, Pennywise, Chucky, Jack Torrance, Purge killers, Samara, The Nun and Leatherface. Just all the best and most popular serial killers he could see in the same room as him. Merlin, will he actually survive this?

"Everyone, please hand me your wands," said Professor McGonagall, dressed as a dead Librarian who is supposed to piss off the Hogwarts librarian, Irma Pince. It did, indeed, do its job.

Everyone in the room, except Harry as he had his own weapons on him and his wand was in his pocket, stood in front of the Headmistress in a semicircle, pointing their wands at her.

McGonagall performed a non-verbal spell on everyone's wand, turning them into knives, swords, a golden ring, a chainsaw, and machetes. It was all a part of the prank and they could still cast spells, even if their wands were weapons. When she was finished, her pupils all studied their weapons with sinister smiles.

"Finished!" The girl with long black straight hair, blood tears coming from her eyes with black eye sockets, wearing a vintage white dress walked out of the Fun house's clown mouth entrance and stood forward out of the crowd. Harry had to blink a couple of times and remember this was only makeup. Damn though. She looked like Bloody Mary from head to toe.

"Firstly, you all look amazing!" said Harry, dressed as Freddie Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street and his voice, because of a simple voice spell which lets him sound like anybody and can adjust how deep or high his voice is, sounds exactly like Freddie Krueger. He just calls it a Voice Modulator spell. It took a while to get this costume as he had a little help from Hermione, but he got it just in time.

"You do as well, Harry," said Hermione sweetly, walking up to him and giving him a quick side hug. She was a little nerved that she had to prank Ron, and kill Seamus and Neville in front of him, but after all, it was a prank. "Best Freddie costume I've ever seen, to be honest."

Harry grinned and hugged her back. Well, his grin was hidden behind his Freddie mask. He grimaced at how itchy his eyes were becoming though. "Thanks, 'Mione," he says lightly. "Then he looked at a girl with blonde hair tied into two braids. "Emilie, is the blood on the walls done?"

"Yes," said Emilie with a nod, her Annabelle costume looking as scary and real as it ever could be. It frightened nearly everyone in the room, because of how realistic it was. But that was good. The more real everything and everyone looked, the better the prank will be. "Fake blood is just so cheap! I could stock up on it if we were to make a movie."

Harry wished he knew how to make a movie. This could be a great thriller movie. 'Hogwarts Massacre'. "Now, who wants to start pranking!" he asked everyone loudly.

Everyone raised their weapons, shouting, "YEAH!"

"Okay, so, Colin you're going to chase Emmaline and Rebecca down the corridors with your Machete," ordered Harry to the young boy named Colin wearing a Jason Vorhees Costume. "And when you come across a couple of students, Emmaline, fall to the ground and Jason you're going to kill her. Not literally but...you know...just for the prank."

Colin nodded and he felt how sharp his fake iron knife was. His sinister smile creeped everyone out, just because of the way he was feeling the knife like it was something alive. Emmaline, a short brown-haired girl just wearing her Hufflepuff robes nodded as well.

"Great," said Harry at once. "And John, Chase, Florence, Lyra and Jake, you're in the Funhouse at your stations. The rest of you spread out throughout Hogwarts and scare as many students as you can. Now let's go!"

"Who am I going to start with?" Hermione asked herself, fiddling with her fake golden wedding ring which was her wand. She was intrigued with how McGonagall could transform her wand into a ring that will work the same way as a wand will. This was just exciting to her because she's never pranked anyone for Halloween before.

"Give Ron the best scare possible for me, 'Mione," said Harry, patting her on the shoulder. Oh, he wished he had cameras around Hogwarts to capture everyone running and screaming bloody murder. "You need to give him something to remember."

Hermione gave her best evil cackling laugh possible and smiled vilely. That honestly scared Harry a little. He began to doubt Hermione and Ron's future wedding if that will ever happen and just hoped nothing terrible happens.

"How will I scare Seamus?" Dean then asked his big fake knife.

"Sneak attack, Dean," muttered Harry, grinning under his Freddie mask. "It's the best way possible. Just..." he smiles softly, "don't take off your mask and kiss him in the hallways. If people see you two, they're going to suspect it's all just some joke someone's playing. We don't want that until we all unmask ourselves at around midnight after getting dressed in our other costumes for the evening events."

"Understood," Dean nodded, his smile widening under his mask. But that was a little disappointing. Maybe he can pull Seamus into a broom closet?

"Let's go then!" Harry pointed his bladed gloves towards the white door of the Room of Requirement that leads out to the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

Collin, Emmaline, and Rebecca were the first out. Everyone followed them, looking out for the other students who would be walking the corridors, thinking it is just a normal night.

But first things first, Cody, the tall blonde boy who's the older brother of Christina who both dressed as Purge killers, whipped his phone out, pressed play on an audio recording and set his phone down on the ground. Christina spelled Cody's phone with a loudspeaker charm, making the video sound x50 louder.

A loud siren was heard throughout Hogwarts. Then a lady began speaking, "This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system informing the beginning of the Annual Purge authorised by the UK Government-"

-

Ron, Seamus, and Neville, all in Gryffindor Tower in the boy's dormitory, looked around the room at the sound of the siren and lady. They don't know where the sound came from.

"Bloody Hell," muttered Ron. He scratched at his cheek, confused about this weird lady talking to them when she's not in the room "What's a Purge?"

"I don't know, mate," said Neville with a slow shrug, fiddling with the hem of his blue plaid pyjama shirt. He doesn't know if he should be worried about this or if someone's messing around in McGonagall's office again.

"And what's a government?" asked Ron at once, looking around the room at Neville and Seamus. But then there's Harry and Dean who is nowhere to be seen. Where are they?

"The government, as me mam told me, is like the Ministry but for muggles," said Seamus, staring ahead at Dean's bed and wondering where Dean ran off to. He began rubbing at his thighs under his yellow and red checker pyjama bottoms. "They run the country, pretty much."

"Oh," said Neville slowly, but he was still completely confused.

-

"Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorised for usage during the Purge. All additional weapons are restricted-"

Draco looked up at the roof in the sixth-year boy dormitory from his bed. That weird lady is talking again. What the hell is going on? What Weapons? What is this woman talking about? He decided to head out of the Slytherin common room to investigate a little bit but to also find Harry. Whatever a Purge is, he needed to find Harry just in case.

"Government administrators have been bestowed immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed-"

Pansy and Blaise gulped and looked at each other. They watched as Draco left the dormitories in his dark green silk pyjamas and headed towards the exit of the common room.

"Draco, where are you going?" asked Pansy quickly, tilting her head to the side with curiosity. She flattened out her light purple pyjama shorts and lilac long-sleeved pyjama top.

Draco turned around to look at his best friends and shrugged. "This bears some investigating, don't you think?" he asks them flatly, his hands landing on his hips. "And I want to find Harry. Whatever this is...this Purge thing...I need to make sure Harry's okay. Are you two coming?"

Blaise gave a shrug and looked at Pansy, who shrugged also and stood up. They were just as confused and curious as Draco was and wanted to find out what was going on. A purge? What is a purge and why is a lady who sounds so unfamiliar talking over the magical loudspeakers instead of McGonagall.

"I want to see what's going on," drawled Pansy. She agreed with Draco that this needs some investigating. "Besides, we've watched some Slytherins exit the common room out of curiosity," she says, grabbing Blaise's arm and pulling him towards Draco. "Everybody wants to know what's going on."

"Then let's go!" said Draco at once, turning around swiftly and walked out of the common room. Blaise and Pansy quickly followed after him.

-

"Initiating at the siren, any criminality, including murder, will be legal for 12 hours-"

Severus raised his eyebrow at this announcement. He was proud of Harry's shenanigans, no matter how weird they are. How did they even get this woman to say something so odd? But he hoped Remus was doing okay in the shrieking shack. As long as no students went down there then he'll be fine, and the students.

Professor Flitwick was dressed as a scary Leprechaun per Dean's request. He was hiding behind a couple of large cauldrons in the Great Hall waiting to scare the students away.

"Police, fire, and emergency medical assistance will be inaccessible until tomorrow morning at 7 when The Purge finishes. May God be with you all."

Harry, Dean and Hermione began cackling at the fake broadcast, but they stopped as they all had a job to do. They were beaming with excitement. All the students dressed up were.

After the broadcast, Harry held his wand up to Emmaline's mouth and she screamed. It filled the corridors of Hogwarts and everyone had to cover their ears. Harry had to suffer a little bit of deafness, but he was fine with that.

"Let's all spread out right now," said Harry after lowering his wand from Emmaline's mouth and rubbing at his ears. He wished he had earplugs or knew a spell that could block out sound. "It's time to kill!"

-

Draco, Pansy and Blaise stopped in their tracks in the Dungeons when hearing the blood-curdling scream. Who screamed and why?

"What was that?" Pansy asked in a shaky terrified voice. She was seconds away from crying because anything that screamed bloody murder must be something terrible. What else could it have been?

"A scream," drawled Blaise, and Pansy glared at him for his feistiness. He smirked and crossed his arms, feeling a little proud but all he hoped was if Neville was okay.

"We know that you idiot!" spat Pansy, and when Draco continued to walk ahead, they follow him. She was stopping herself from hitting him on the arm from how he was reacting. "What I mean is who's is it?"

"How would I know?" Blaise asks flatly and shrugged at her, then turned to Draco, who had worry expressed all over his face. He adores Draco and Harry's relationship because they're just so cute together. He's caught Draco feeding Harry strawberries, and booping him on the nose. It's just so adorable.

"Forget it," mutters Pansy, looking down at the floor blankly when walking through the Dungeon. "But what did that woman mean?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "That any crime including murder is legal for...how many hours?"

"Guys..." Draco's lip trembled when staring ahead. Something large was lying on the floor with Slytherin robes. He felt curious but also a little scared. "Does something seem...off to you?"

"How so?" asked Pansy, who ignored Blaise completely. She'll deal with him later. All she cares about is finding out what's going on at Hogwarts and where this lady is. She wants to question this lady about what she means.

"Do you feel that...feeling when you know something or someone's watching you?" Draco asked slowly, and he continued to scan the corridors. His horror at what danger Harry could be in increased, and now he just wanted to find him already. He wanted to find Harry, hug and kiss him, and give love to him. All he wants is Harry now. "And do you see that..." He swallowed hard, pointing ahead of them. "Body over there...?"

Pansy shuddered as a wave of coldness hit her. "Body?" she blurts. She looked to where Draco was staring and frowned in horror. It couldn't be... "What do-"

Suddenly, Blaise screamed and was pointing down a corridor to their right at a small doll riding a tricycle towards him. The doll had spirals for eyes, was laughing hysterically in a creepy voice, and was wearing a suit. "THE SODDING HELL IS THAT!"

Pansy and Draco quickly looked at what Blaise had spotted. Is this what the lady meant by 'Purge'? Creepy doll-like things? Either way, it was horrifying! They wanted nothing to do with weird and creepy dolls. They wanted to get away, back into the Slytherin dungeons where it was nice, warm, and safe.

The doll began to near them. Then, in a chilly, cold robotic voice, it said, "Do you want to play a game?"

Behind the doll, coming around a corner, was a tall figure wearing black clothes, wielding a large knife, and wearing what looked like a pig face.

Draco swallowed and his mouth fell open; this was the most horrifying thing he's ever seen in his life. "W-Who are you!" he asks loudly, stepping in front of Pansy and Blaise. He doesn't know if that was a stupid thing to do, asking who that person is.

The Pigman tilted his head to the side a little, still staring at the three, and thought of many ways in which he could kill the three. He didn't speak, though. It'd just give away who he was. He raised his knife, pointing it at the teenagers and under his mask, he smirked.

But then Rebecca, a Gryffindor muggle-born third-year student, watching Harry's Slytherin boyfriend from the side of a corridor, came into view but ran away from Kurt. She screamed, "HELP ME!"

The Pigman looked her way and quickly ran after her. The Jigsaw doll just continued to cycle up to Draco, Pansy, and Blaise.

"HELP!"

The Pigman grabbed her and turned to face the three Slytherins who had clear as day terror on their faces. He smirked from underneath his mask. He had an arm tightly around Rebecca's stomach, raised his knife and slit Rebecca's throat.

Rebecca gagged as her throat was slit with blood gushing out of her neck. She was acting this out but making it seem as real as she could. She fell to the floor, clutching her throat that was gushing blood.

Pansy screamed at the sight of her fellow student and ducked behind Blaise. She didn't know how to react to these kinds of situations. Never in her life did she ever think that her death would be murder.

Blaise was practically close to hyperventilating, his eyes wide and staring ahead at the horrifying scene. He clutched at his own throat, wondering how long that dude was watching them and when he could have come out of the dark and done that to him.

Draco was backing away, grabbing Blaise and Pansy by the arm, and slowly walking backwards with them. "Guys..." his voice raised slowly, "I think it's best to-"

The Pigman scraped his bloody knife on the stone wall of the corridor as he walked toward the three Slytherins.

"RUN!" Draco finished off by yelling. He hoped Harry was okay, someplace safe, and alone. He wished that he could have spent the entire day with Harry. They could be down in the Slytherin boy's dormitory, naked, in his bed, and having the time of their lives instead of running away from psychos.

Pansy and Blaise began running away from the Pigman but looked behind them every once in a while. The worse thing was the Pigman was following them. But that's not all, there were bodies of their fellow Slytherins everywhere! Younger Slytherin's, older, a couple of Gryffindor's too. The sodding hell was happening at Hogwarts on Halloween?

-

"The bloody hell was that!" asked Ron in a shaky but loud voice when hearing that terrifying scream. He, Neville, and Seamus were still up in the dormitory. They just weren't planning on going anywhere. It seems that being up in the dormitory was much safer now than anywhere else. He would not be going anywhere when someone screamed that loud like they were being chased.

"I don't know," said Seamus slowly, shaking his head slowly in disbelief at what they heard. A scream? In Hogwarts? That hasn't happened in so long. Not since their second year. "Where's Dean...?" he then asked at once. He began to worry about his boyfriend's life.

"And Harry," Ron added, looking blankly at his best mates' empty bed. He hoped his best mate was all right. He hasn't seen him in a couple of hours. "Should we go find them?"

"They could just be down in the common room," said Neville simply, staring down at his hands which slowly linked together. He hesitates and ran his hand through his hair slowly, his elbows positioned on his knees and he sighed.

There was another scream, but it sounded closer to them. It was a woman's scream that sounded like it was coming from downstairs. That was the worst part, hearing screams from only meters away.

"I'm going to go find Harry," said Ron at once, gulping from the scream which sounds so familiar to him. But he hesitated, hoping his little sister was okay. If anything happened to her he wouldn't forgive himself. "Just in case..."

Seamus stood up, holding his wand in front of him and flipping it up in the air. He caught it with his other hand and threw it up in the air again. "I'll come too," he mutters, distracting himself with his wand to try and remain calm. He caught his wand in his casting hand and gripped it tight. "I need to make sure Dean's okay."

"Neville?" Ron said softly but urgently. He needed to find Harry and Hermione. Especially, Hermione, his girlfriend. He had to make sure she was okay. "Are you coming with us or not?"

Neville looked up at them, fear in his eyes but nodded. "I'll come with you."

They all hesitantly went downstairs but paused when finding Parvati Patil and a couple of younger girls, including Ginny, frozen to the spot in their pyjamas in the common room. It appears that they were all staring at something, but what?

"Gin, what's the matter?" Ron asks immediately. He then froze at the sight of a woman dressed in all black, the hood of her robe white and she wore a cross around her neck. She was just standing in the shadows of a corner of the room, her deathly pale face almost as white as a sheet and closed eyes that had black circles around them.

"S-she's j-just standing there," Ginny whispered with a shaky voice, not even realising she's been stuttering. She clearly was frightened of this woman, as the woman in the corner did look horrifying. "H-Has been for a few minutes."

"What is she?" Seamus asked them flatly but was a little too loud because the woman in black opened her eyes, which were white just like her face and glared at him. Seamus took a step back, Goosebumps appearing on his arm which he rubbed at them.

"I am Nun," said a cold dead monotoned voice that came from in front of everybody. It was the Nun who spoke. But that's all she said. Then she raised her hand, her palm facing her best friend, Cecelia Seagreene, a muggle-born just like her. Cecelia rose from the ground and shrieked when looking down at her feet that weren't at all touching the ground.

All the girls surrounding Cecelia screamed and moved away from her, not knowing what was happening. Seamus, Neville, and Ron stood in front of the girls. They weren't the only boys in the common room, as a few of them were all hiding behind the couches and staring at the nun, and the others were in front of the girls with Ron, Seamus, and Neville. But Neville was slowly backing away, joining the girls.

Seamus tried helping Cecelia by slowly moving forward to her in the hope to grab her and pull her back to the ground, but the Nun threw Seamus across the room with just a look, without even touching him. She made him land in a chair, just so she doesn't hurt him. She didn't want to hurt anybody, but she will just to make everything look real.

The Nun pulled Cecelia towards her, and Cecelia screamed for someone to help her, but nobody did. When the Nun had Cecelia in her arms, she flared her teeth at everyone in the room and dug her teeth into Cecelia's shoulder blades.

Blood ran down Cecelia's neck slowly as the nun kept eating at her neck. Cecelia rolled her eyes to the back of her head, moaning in pain as her blood dripped down to her feet.

Ginny, Parvati, the younger girls, a few younger boys, and Neville screamed at the sight of one of their own dying right in front of themselves and backed away as far as they could go.

The Nun gave a terrifying smile with bloody teeth and mouth, still kept hold of Cecelia, and walked backwards into the shadows and right through the wall.

Seamus and Neville's faces were pale, and they nearly gagged as Cecelia's blood remained on the floor. Never in their life would they ever think this would happen to one of their Gryffindor students. Nobody in the room ever thought of the impossible, but it just came true.

"We need to get the professors!" hollered Ron, whose eyes remained staring at the blood puddle on the floor. If that were Ginny that the Nun took, he wouldn't ever forgive himself. Or even Hermione, wherever she was.

"I've tried," said Ginny, her voice breaking in fear when she turned her head to look at her brother. She didn't want to look away in case the Nun came back and crept up at her from behind, but she had to be brave. "But she wasn't anywhere in her office and we tried knocking on her portrait but there was no response."

"Oh," said Ron in a quiet pained voice. He only started to panic even more at the thought of Hermione being kidnapped. "Have you seen Hermione then?"

Ginny shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She wished she could have saved that younger girl. If only Hermione was here to help her, or Luna, then she would be able to help her and give her the strength to try and save her fellow Gryffindors.

"She wasn't in her dorm when I woke up," said Parvati, tears streaming down her face and her eyes not leaving the space where the Nun disappeared to. "She was earlier, though. She just read, even when I fell asleep." She then glanced at the boys and around them, not seeing the two other sixth year boys. "But where's Harry and Dean if they're not with you?"

"We haven't a clue," Seamus replies flatly, shrugging slowly. "They just...vanished."

Neville regained his Gryffindor bravery from who knows where and looked at everyone. "We should go search for them and find the professors," he says with forced calm, trying to ignore the puddle of blood on the floor where the Nun was. "They will know what to do and how to get the students back."

Everyone nodded in agreement, even if it was hard to move their stiff necks from shock. They all mainly were staring at the blood on the floor from Cecelia which still sent shivers down their spines at what the thing did to her.

-

"D-Draco... P-Pansy," Blaise stuttered as he backed up and away from the wall when exiting the dungeons. They were now on the first floor of the castle, a few corridors away from the Great Hall and the Entrance Hall where if they needed to, they can escape and head to the Quidditch Stadium where they can get on their brooms and search the castle for Harry and the others by air.

Draco and Pansy looked behind them at Blaise who stared at a corridor wall with red stuff on it. Red words as they could see. They hoped that wasn't blood on the walls or it was the second year all over again.

The first thing they see on the wall is 'Help Me' written in blood, and bloody handprints are being dragged across the wall.

"You're going to die alone," Draco read from the wall, and his nose crinkled. The blood looked fresh as it ran down the wall in droplets. He walks further down the corridor, Pansy and Blaise following until he stops at the next line of red words. "Pure blood is richer than normal blood and much more pure than normal blood which attracts the slayers. You should start running."

"Oh, I'm getting pre-second year episodes," said Blaise in a low voice, pinching the bridge of his nose then rubbed his face. He just wanted to rid the memories from his head but knew he couldn't.

Pansy shrieked and fell over, watching as a woman in a flowy white bloody dress stared at her from a few meters away. She crawled backwards, swallowing repeatedly until she hit something hard. It was Blaise's legs.

"MERLIN'S!" Yelled Blaise, who stared at the woman in a white dress in irritation. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at the woman. "I have had enough of these bloody scares. Whatever ghost you are, piss off!"

Hermione glared at him. At least she's found Draco so she can report this to Harry whenever she sees him next. With a small non-verbal levitation spell with her ring, she levitated herself up into the air until she was at least five feet up. With a non-verbal Expelliarmus, she threw Blaise's wand away from him.

"The hell!" Now Draco and Pansy whipped out their wands for defence. But Hermione threw them away with a non-verbal Expelliarmus. She was glad professor McGonagall transformed her wand into a ring, so it makes this prank even better. She evilly smiled at them from in the air.

Hermione, as the dead bride, started to cackle, but not in her own voice. She used a spell to sound broken. "H-He k-killed me," she mumbled, improvising what to say. "M-My own husband!" She rubbed at her crossed arms. "We were supposed to marry, have children. BUT THEN HE KILLED ME!" she bellowed and flew right towards them.

"EEEK!" Pansy ducked, her arms over her head with fear. She didn't want to become possessed by this...this woman! Whatever woman this is. She just wanted to get out of here with her two best friends.

"Sod off, woman!" shouted Blaise at her, his nostrils flaring with anger but also horror. "Nobody cares about your dead life!"

The dead ghost bridge turned around and stared at Blaise. Then she began crying. Her tears increased in size as they dropped down on the floor, creating a large puddle.

"Nice one Blaise," snarled Draco, who was slowly backing away from this scene. He thinks he's going crazy with what he has seen. "You just upset her more!"

The ghost bride wailed, but then she stopped. Her eyes turned red and she raised her hands over her head, then brought them down to her hips with great force. Blood started running down the top of the walls in the corridor they were in. Draco, Blaise, and Pansy all watched the blood run down the walls, slowly seeping closer to them.

Hermione smirked while the three Slytherins were too distracted by the blood running down the walls, and she disappeared through the wall.

Pansy, Blaise, and Draco all walked to the centre of the corridor until their backs touched one another. The blood was closing in on them and they didn't want to get blood on their clothes at all. Their expensive, silky, clothes.

-

Ron and the other Gryffindors split up to look for their professors, Harry, and Dean. But, of course, because of what they saw, they had three people with them. Ron had Seamus and Neville with him, while the other girls and guys of Gryffindor split up into their groups.

"Where do ye think they are?" Seamus had to ask, suddenly fearing for his dorm mates lives. That Nun... That was nothing he's ever seen before, besides the movie. That was scary. He hopes to never see a nun ever again. Not even a muggle one. Who knows if they turn out to be evil, biting neck Nuns?

"Somewhere safe I hope," mutters Neville, shivering from how cold it had suddenly become. He rubbed at his arms, trying to warm himself up with the slightest gestures and staying as close as possible to his dorm mates and best friends.

Ron just couldn't think straight. There was a killer in the castle called a 'Nun', and his little sister was out there in the corridors, but thankfully with two other people. He hopes Parvati was taking care of her, and whoever else. But he just wanted to know where Hermione was.

"Hiya, Ronny!"

Scared out of their right minds, the three Gryffindors turned around to face some weird tall guy in grey puffy clothes with red pom balls, orange hair, red lines on his white face and a red nose. What the heck is this dude?

"H-How do you know my name...?" Ron asked him hesitantly, backing away a little. This guy was just too creepy. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw spiders crawling on the walls. "And who the bloody hell are you?!"

"Oh," said John White, A Ravenclaw seventh year half-blood who was dressed up as Pennywise. "Well, I'm Pennywise the dancing clown!" He tried to sound exactly like Pennywise and did a little dance for them.

Seamus and Neville just kept taking a few steps back. That was until Seamus crashed into something behind him. Startled, he turned around and screamed at the little boy in a yellow raincoat. But then he realised it was just a third-year Hufflepuff muggle-born. "Merlin, Jacob! Don't do that!"

"S-Seamus," stuttered Neville, his face becoming pale as the clown guy opened its mouth, showing its sharp razor-like teeth.

Seamus let out a "Hmm?" and turned around, noticing the clown's mouth had millions of little teeth inside of it. It was like one of those plants with tiny little thorns on the inside of it. "Merlin's fucking beard!"

John only smirked at them. Then he gestured Jacob to come to him with a wriggle of his finger, "Come here, Georgie..."

"Georgie?" whispered Ron, furrowing his brows in confusion at the young boy who he knows isn't named Georgie.

Jacob did what he was told and walked over to John, as Pennywise with a smile.

"No, Jacob!" bellowed Neville, trying to grab hold of the smaller boy. But it was just too late. Jacob had grabbed hold of the clown's hand.

John just loved magic and how it can make special effects seem so real. With a non-verbal spell, he lifted Jacob in the air until directly under his chin. He opened his mouth and bit down on the child's neck.

Ron and his dorm mates screamed and backed up against the nearest wall, watching in horror as the clown just began to eat their fellow student, blood pouring out of his neck. Never once in their lifetime have they ever seen so much blood in one day.

Pennywise made a red balloon appear in front of them, and as the three boys in front of them were scared out of their right minds, he and Jacob made their escape with a silent disillusionment charm.

The next thing Ron knew, when the red balloon popped, was blood splattering on the corridor floor and Penny-what's-his-face is gone with Jacob. His lips and chin trembled in fear at what Penny could be doing to Jacob right now.

-

Ginny and Parvati, with their wands raised, walked through the corridors leading away from Gryffindor Tower. They keep hearing screams echoing through the walls of Hogwarts that erupt every ten seconds or so. But where were the professors? Wouldn't the corridors be swarming with professors from the screaming?

Parvati kept looking into the shadows, hoping to not see that Nun again. That bloody scary Nun. She'd hex the bloody thing if she ever finds it, no matter how scary it is.

Ginny kept her eyes to the front and back, making sure no Nun's going to sneak attack them. But she didn't see any Nun. She saw a thing in a black cloak with a long scary mask on. The eyes and mouth were blacked out. The heck was this thing, just staring at them, on the other side of the corridor.

Dean, doing his best Ghostface impression, held his bloody knife up. He smiled from underneath his mask and tilted his head to the side. This was just getting even more exciting.

"P-Parvati," Ginny chokes out, her stuttering only getting worse, but she gained her bravery. She shakily pointed her finger towards the cloaked figure. "L-Look over there."

Parvati wanted to scream but thought that would just make things worse. "Let's run in three... two-."

Dean then ran after them, as fast as he could. He was gaining speed when the girls just took off into a run. Honestly? Don't these girls run at all? They're no better than Seamus when drunk on St Patrick's day. Boy, Seamus gets topsy when drunk and begins running around. It's hilariously cute.

Parvati screamed as the cloaked figure began to gain speed and come up right behind her. The next thing she knew was falling and sliding across the floor. She knows she's a goner now.

"NO!" shouted Ginny, but she knew it was too late for Parvati as the cloaked figure had a knife at her throat. So, she quickly made a run for it.

"Sorry about this," Dean whispered to her before slitting her throat and casting a non-verbal Stupefy, which stunned her, leaving her limp. Now it's Ginny's turn. But he had to catch up to her now, wherever she went to.

-

Harry, Dean, Henry Creevey as Michael Myers, and Justin Finch-Fletchley as Leatherface gave the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff muggle-borns a minute's head start to run off into the corridors screaming for their lives before they ran after them.

Padma and the other Pure-blooded Ravenclaw, except the muggle-born and half-blood ones, came running out of their common room at the sound of a scream close by. They didn't know what was going on, but something was leading them down to the third floor of Hogwarts. And that's when they saw a large doll sitting on a white chair, with two blonde braids held together by red ribbons and a white creamy dress.

"Oh, what a beautiful doll that is," said Luna, her voice dreamy as it always is. She smiled at the doll and admired its beauty. If only it had long, straight, ginger hair then she would look like Ginny, her girlfriend.

"Are you kidding me?" Padma asked the younger Ravenclaw who called the doll beautiful flatly. "You really believe that disgusting piece of...material is beautiful?"

"Why of course," said Luna sweetly, skipping up to the doll. She picked the doll up and placed it in her arms. She didn't cradle it, she just held it tightly.

Anthony Goldstein just stared at Luna in both shock and surprise. He did a really good job in finding an Annabelle doll for the prank. But he knew his time to act would be soon.

"You're insane!" hissed Lisa Turpin to Luna. "Put that ugly thing down!"

Luna covered the doll's ears and frowned at her. "Don't be so rude," she said softly. "She can hear you, you know?"

Lisa snorted, and Padma rolled her eyes at the strange Ravenclaw girl and backed away from her thinking that her weirdness is contagious.

A sudden scream of fright was heard, and the Ravenclaw's heard footsteps coming up to them. They all whisked out their wands in the direction of the scream, only to find Sue Lie running up to them for her life, still screaming and breathless.

"Fr-F"

"What is it, Sue?" asked Padma softly, placing her hands on the other girl's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"F-Frightening dolly," Sue managed to get out. "And- and, girl-"

"What?" asked Lisa slowly. She looked around the corridor they were in for anything odd. When nothing was seen by her, she spoke quickly, "Speak up. What are you saying?"

Sue shakily raised her hands over Padma's shoulders and pointed to the doll in Luna's arm. She broke down into sobs. "T-There!" she stutters, "H-Haunted Dolly... It-"

Padma raised an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder at Luna and the doll. "I don't understand..." she mumbles as she shook her head with confusion.

Sue then screamed in pain, clutched her stomach and fell to the floor. Padma and Lisa backed away from the younger girl who was dressed in the same dress as the doll but clutched a knife covered in blood.

They both screamed at the bloodstain on their fellow Ravenclaw's pink pyjama top, showing that she was stabbed and pointed their wands at the younger girl. They were trying to find the right spell to use for this girl.

Emilie gave the Ravenclaw girls and guys an evil smile and licked her knife with a giggle. Mmm, Raspberry jam. Oh, why does she love the look on these students' faces? There was something about murdering that she liked... It's like she's letting go of everything inside her and letting her sanity come at her.

Padma threw up on Lisa's pink bunny slippers from what the young girl did. She emptied the contents of her stomach, to her disliking, and heard the silent sobs of Lisa above her.

"Can I have my dolly back please?" Emilie asked sweetly to Luna, that evil smile still on her face and licked her lips. When nobody moved, she shouted in her evil devilish voice. "I WANT MY DOLLY!"

"Oh, sorry," said Luna and hurriedly walked up to her. She didn't show any fear at all, besides the twinkle in her eyes. Typical Luna Lovegood. "Here's your Dolly."

"Thank you!" said Emilie happily. But then she stabbed her right in the gut and whispered a "Stupefy" just to make it seem like she died in seconds. She liked this Halloween prank very much. It was fun killing people.

"NO!" Bellowed Padma, Lisa, and a few other Ravenclaw girls. Padma tried running toward Luna, but Lisa pulled her back towards her. They really did care for Luna; she was just a strange girl. They held their wands up to the girl; some had tears streaming down their faces while others trying not to vomit.

With a flick of her hand, inside her long-sleeved shirt she had a bangle which was her wand but charmed by Headmistress McGonagall, she levitated Annabelle the doll and threw everyone's wands up into the air, but nobody could tell she was doing it herself. It was the bangle she was wearing.

"HEY!" Bellowed Lisa, trying to jump up and grab her wand that was floating up into the air. She just couldn't reach her wand. Neither could anyone else.

Emilie giggled darkly. It was her favourite part now. She transformed her face into the face of a dead girl, with her eyes popping out of her sockets and her teeth sharpening at the points.

All the Ravenclaw's began to scream at that horrifying face and run for their lives. Anthony, after receiving a little nod from Emilie, headed back inside Ravenclaw Tower to get dressed into his Chucky costume and scare any other Ravenclaw that still remained inside the common room.

-

Justin made an entrance after the Ravenclaw's began scattering everywhere. He revved up his chainsaw and began chasing after Lisa first because of what she said to Luna. He had Henry, Kurt, Colin, Justin, and Emilie with him, so that was a bonus since he needs as many people as possible to catch everyone.

Conner had gone off with the two blonde siblings, Cody, and Christina, to the Hufflepuff common room entrance. They were going to swarm the common room and chase all the Hufflepuffs out into the corridors so the real massacre can happen. The more the merrier!

Lisa screamed and ran for her life. She did not want to die yet. Not until she's like...80!

Justin kept chasing her down the halls, watching other Ravenclaw's all around them get chased by Kurt, Henry, Colin, and Emilie and getting killed. Not literally killed. It's just for show until they have at least twelve people remaining. Think of it like The Hunger Games. But it's not killed or be killed.

He finally had enough of chasing her, wondering how murders are so fit and cast a quick trip jinx at her. He grinned as she tripped, making it easier for him to run up to her and look like he was sawing off her head but he was just spelling her with a non-verbal "Stupefy." His wand is magically charmed to look like a chainsaw, which is kinda awesome. Now, it's time for his next target. Padma Patil. She's an easy shot because she's just walking around the corridor like a lost dog, but always looking around her. Smart little girl.

-

Dean finally caught up to Ginny, who he found hiding behind a statue of a knight. Jesus, this girl was a terrible hider. He sneaks attacked her by jumping in front of her with his bloody knife at her throat. Ginny screamed, but Dean quickly stabbed her in the chest, and she dropped to the floor, lifeless.

Dean dragged her body to the centre of the corridor so the professors can come and find her. He made a quick escape into the Great Hall, which Professor Flitwick scared him a bit when jumping out of a large cauldron.

"Merlin, professor," Dean said breathlessly and tried to regain his breath from the surprise attack. Even the pranking was scaring him a little. Harry really had good ideas, Merlin! "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

The tiny professor dressed as a scary Leprechaun merely chuckled and hopped back in his cauldron. "Sorry about that, Mr Thomas," said Flitwick softly. "So, how many students have been taken out?"

"About 772," replies Dean with a shrug. "I don't really count, sir. Justin, Henry, Harry, and I have taken out most of the Gryffindor's, Hufflepuffs, Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's. Your students really need to learn self-defence, professor, and how to survive a massacre."

Professor Flitwick could only nod in agreement. He would have hoped his students tried using their wands.

Dean was pretty much thinking the same. It kinda sucked. He would have liked to duel someone if they tried fighting back. "Everyone probably thinks we're some ghouls who just cannot be jinxed or hexed," he says, scraping his knife over the large cauldron his professor is in." It's hilarious, really."

"Hey!" Dean and the professor looked behind them. It was Hannah Abbot wearing a headless Horsewoman costume, but the pumpkin head was in her arms. Where did she get an actual black horse from, though? "We need a little more help with the bodies. I forgot how many students there are exactly in Hogwarts." She put her pumpkin head back on and rode off when Flitwick nodded.

-

Ron just lost it when hearing his younger sister scream. "GINNY?" he shouted, scanning the corridors hurriedly for his younger sister with Seamus and Neville behind him.

They searched every corridor from top and bottom, right to left and kept an eye out for anything strange. Well, anything other than what looks like dead bodies around them in the corridors. It hurt so much to see Gryffindor's, Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuffs they know lifeless on the ground. The ones that they knew personally, they closed their eyes and moved on to the next lot of students.

Then Ron finally found her, lying on the ground in a heap of blood. He rushed over to her, kneeled down and quickly checked for a pulse. There was one but it was a little faint. He breathed a sigh of relief. All that mattered was that she was alive but there was so much blood which made him tear up. He couldn't find any type of wounds though.

He didn't understand what happened next. There was very deep, shallow breathing on his neck. Creeped out a little, he looked to the side, coming face to face with a black horse. "Bloody Hell!"

Two voices screamed from beside Ron. He knew it was Seamus and Dean. What scared him was the rider of the horse. They were headless, with only a pumpkin head. What is wrong with these ghouls and how did they get into Hogwarts?

Hannah pointed her sword directly at Ron's head, but then leaned a little forward so the tip of her sword touched his forehead.

Ron gulped. He looked to the side, a frown on his face at the sight of Neville, leaning against the wall with blood gushing out of his chest. His fellow Gryffindor sank down to the floor, seated with his back against the wall. But another figure made itself clear. It was some sort of cloaked figure with a weird long white mask. The cloaked figure had done this to his mates.

Dean sighed after killing Neville and Seamus, which really hurt him. He hoped Seamus and Neville will forgive him. But he just cannot wait for tonight. He and Harry planned the event, but he doesn't want time to go by so quickly. But then again, he does.

"Sorry, Ron," whispered Hannah before using her sword, which actually was her wand, to stun him with a quick Stupefy. "That's three more down. Who else is left?"

Dean shrugged, his eyes not looking away from Seamus' cobalt blue eyes. Such a pretty colour. The colour he just loves to see every morning, day, and night. He removed his mask from his face, ignoring Hannah's words of protest. He cupped Seamus' face and whispered, "I am so sorry for this prank if it hurt you, Shay." He pressed his forehead to the Irish Gryffindor's. "I love you so much, Seamus Finnegan."

Hannah smiled at the two from under her pumpkin head. Oh, how she wishes Suzan Bones were into girls. She sighed happily, turned her black mare, Nightshade, around and trotted away.

Dean totally forgot Hannah was even there when, with a beating heart, he leaned forward and kissed Seamus, and everything around him was forgotten as his lips connected to Seamus' even if the Irish Gryffindor can't kiss back. Harry said he shouldn't kiss Seamus, but really, he just couldn't help it. Nothing else mattered in the world to him than being here with Seamus. It's all he wants in his life, to be with this Gryffindor forever. Then he leaned away and really admired his boyfriend, smiling at how beautiful he is with his spiky sandy-blonde hair, cobalt blue eyes, face glowing gold from the wall torch's dancing flames, and thin lips shiny with saliva. He gave him one last kiss and then put the mask back on. There are still a couple more people to hunt down.

-

Draco, Pansy and Blaise were still trapped together in the corridor and surrounded by blood. They were now shoulder to shoulder, not wanting to dare step into the blood to get away. So far, the ghost woman hasn't come back but the blood just kept closing in on them.

Suddenly, they heard screaming and the corridor had a ton of students running down it towards them. They panicked at how frightened the students looked.

"What the s-s-sodding hell is going on tonight?!" Draco asked loudly as the corridor was filled with too many screams for Blaise and Pansy to hear if he whispered.

"I don't know!" Pansy shouted, panicking as she could see something odd. Horrifying, actually. There was a guy in a blue suit who wore some kind of white mask with eye sockets. He was carrying a large knife with him. "Oh my god!" What she saw frightened her even more tonight.

The guy in blue just stabbed someone! Not a someone, a Susan Bones. She could see the blood gush out of Susan's neck. It made her sick. She couldn't believe the other Hufflepuffs would run through this blood! Well, some did. The other Hufflepuffs were killed by this dude in front of them. Won't their feet get sticky with blood or their slippers? Don't they care about their clothes?! Merlin...

Henry, dressed as Michael Myers, walked up to the three Slytherins trapped around the fake blood. Seriously, though? Can't they just...walk through it?

Draco gulped. Goodbye silky pyjamas and slippers. He's got other pairs anyway. "Let's go!" he shouts quickly. "Now!"

Blaise, even though he hated this situation they were in, stepped into the blood and gagged. It was so sticky and stuck to the bottom of his slippers. "Eugh... Gross!"

Pansy refused to step into the blood. She didn't want to get her new lilac slippers bloody. "No, you go ahead!" she says, gesturing them away from her. "I'll...catch up."

"No!" shouted Draco, his voice shrilled, and he reached out his hand to his best friend. "You are not sacrificing yourself for us! Let's go, Pans!"

Pansy only shook her head, her arm raising to grab onto Draco's arm, but it never made it. She felt something poke on her back and looked down at her stomach. She couldn't see anything as she blacked out and sank to the floor.

"NO! PANSY!"

Draco and Blaise now had tears in their eyes, Draco was trying to reach out to her, but Blaise was pulling him back, saying, "C'mon Draco," he drawls. "We need to get out of here before...he comes after us too." They took no hesitation and ran away, as fast as they could, the blood on their slippers making it harder for them to run, to where the alive Hufflepuffs had run off to.

Henry grinned at this Halloween prank and how well it was going. Now there are just these two other Slytherins to catch and many other students. Easy Peasy. No wonder Michael Myers was so good at killing.

Blaise and Draco just kept running, passing and jumping over dead bodies as they kept running towards Gryffindor Tower. They both had to make sure the others were okay. They didn't talk to one another at all. The death of Pansy hit them hard and they were just petrified. How could someone do something so monstrous?

Out of nowhere, Anthony came running around the corner in his Chucky outfit wielding a knife, the makeup on his face making him look like a real doll with the orange freckles, rosy cheeks and all. He grabbed Blaise and stabbed him in the stomach. He squeezed the fake blood packet hard like how Justin told him to.

Blaise looked down and frowned at the blood, but he couldn't feel anything. He just felt numb. Then he looked back up at his best friend. "D-Draco, run..." he said quietly and then blacked out, falling to the floor.

Draco's eyes widened in horror, and tears streamed down his face. Not his other best friend. He can't deal with this...he can't lose another best friend.

Grinning under his mask, Anthony went towards Draco. This was just too easy. he could do this over and over again.

Draco couldn't do this. He just wanted this...this thing to kill him to get it over and done with so he can be with his best friends. But what about Harry? He hasn't seen him anywhere. Perhaps he's still alive. He hopes so. It gave him enough courage to start running away, past more dead Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw bodies.

What pained him was seeing Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang dead on the floor. Cho wasn't the best friend of Harry's, but she was a friend. But Luna was Harry's friend and Ginny's girlfriend. How would that girl deal with the death of a loved one? He knows he wouldn't want to be living if he found Harry dead. He'd pitch himself off the Astronomy Tower before these killers get to him first. So, he continued running down the corridors, stopping for five seconds to catch his breath then kept going.

He kept seeing these killers everywhere! That guy in the blue suit and white mask, a weird, cloaked figure with a long white face, some weird thing with orange puffy hair and a white outfit that stood out in all weird places, some weird doll, that Pigman. Merlin, how many were there?!

He stopped in his tracks when spotting a guy with a horribly burnt face? The hell! Gloves with metal claws on them, a red and black long-sleeved striped shirt, and a hat, a fedora. The sodding hell are these things?! They're definitely not human.

Harry smiled at Draco from under his Freddie mask. He was glad Draco was one of the last students alive out of the ten others that were wandering around the corridors still. With his gloves with blades on them, he walked slowly up to Draco, giving him enough time to make a run for it, and scraped his Freddie gloves against the corridor wall which made a loud grinding sound.

Draco swallowed down the lump in his throat and backed away slowly. He couldn't do this right now. He needed to run and hide. He had to get someplace safe.

Harry quietly chuckled at how adorable Draco was right now. He doesn't even know how to escape a killer! It's simple. Just run and hide. He has got to take Draco to the movies again so he can watch Nightmare on Elm Street. He neared Draco, his gloves still scraping against the corridor walls but then he stopped. He just waved at the blonde Slytherin.

Draco took his chance as the killer stopped and he made a run for it. He just had to get away, had to escape this place.

-

Hannah Abbot, as the Headless Horseman, (Horsewoman, she liked to be called) galloped on her black horse through the corridors of Hogwarts. She had just taken out Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan, and Cormac McLaggon. Easy targets. Don't they know that they can use their wands? Honestly, they're scared little cats.

She searched through the basement of Hogwarts and didn't see anybody running or hiding. Only stunned bodies of her classmates and older students. Then she checked the first and second floors of Hogwarts. Still nothing except stunned bodies. She knows Harry and the professors closed all the doors in and out of Hogwarts. So, she knew no students would be trying to escape from there. But could students be near the doors? She decided to have a look.

Aha! Michael Corner's trying to escape. She grinned. Good luck with escaping now, Corner. Nightshade neighed and got up on her back legs and Hannah held on tight so she wouldn't fall off.

Michael turned around and backed up against the wooden doors which would lead out to the courtyard, but the door is closed. He was terrified, to say the least. A dude with a pumpkin head? That's nothing he's ever thought possible.

Hannah neared Michael on Nightshade until she was directly in front of him. Just like Ron, she pointed her long sword at Michael's forehead, stabbing him through the skull with great force.

Michael dropped to the floor in a heap, the last thing he saw was the pumpkin head before blacking out. Hannah sighed, another body she must transport back to the Room of Requirement.

-

Cody and his younger sister, Christina, ran through the corridors of Hogwarts, searching for the rest of the students who were running around the school trying to escape. They just loved this prank. It was so fun, better than Trick-or-Treating.

Cody's mask, black and blue with crossed-out eyes and a mouth that glowed, nearly lit up the darkened hallways like LED lights. Same did Christina's, but hers was coloured pink and black.

"What's that thing that Harry's planning for late tonight?" Christina asked her brother, whispering in case her voice was heard by one of her classmates who was still running around freely.

"I forgot the name, but it sounds a little like Mayonnaise," said Cody with a half-hearted shrug. He didn't care about the evening festivities later tonight. All he cared about was this prank. "And I know it is an Italian thing."

Christina snorted at the mention of food. But her tummy rumbled. All this running and chasing was making her hungry. She couldn't wait until Harry and the others had rounded up all the students who don't know what was going on, only that their friends are being killed. She was hungry for candied apples, gummy eyeballs, and zombie cupcakes.

"You didn't forget to order the other costume you have to wear tonight, didn't you?" she asked, still scanning the corridors for students with her knife out in front of her. She felt like a Shadowhunter with her knife, from her favourite muggle TV show she likes to watch. The Shadowhunters.

"Of course, I didn't," whispered Cody quickly, now looking at her with an obvious expression. "It's in the dressing room. You didn't forget yours, now, did you?"

Christina shook her head, knowing her other costume was in the dressing room too. Then she heard something soft but worrying. Crying. She could hear crying. Crying that sounds so familiar. It was her classmate. Romelia Green. She wanted to comfort her, but she had a job to do. She strode over to her, ignoring the look of fear on her face and pointed her knife at her stomach. She couldn't cast non-verbal spells yet, so in her quietest voice, she stabbed and whispered, "Stupefy."

When Romelia blacked out, her black hair knotting together against the corridor wall, Christina sighed and looked behind her at her brother.

Cody found two other students close by and took them out in the same corridor that his sister was in. He came back to his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Let's go, Chrissy. There will still be a few more students left."

Christina sighed and closed Romelia's hazel eyes before getting up and heading towards the Dungeons in case there were sneaky Slytherin's still.

-

Harry slowly walked into Severus' office and there he was. Severus Snape, just sitting at his desk, not even wearing a bloody costume. He made his presence known by scraping his clawed gloves on the wall of the Potion's classroom.

Severus looked up and glared at the impostor, putting his quill down on his desk. "You better not be causing marks on my walls!" he scowls at the horrid noise and the person in such an odd costume.

Harry hesitated and looked at the walls. Oops, he thought as he saw claw marks from his gloves on the wall. "Sorry, professor," he says, grimacing at how those scratches could even come off.

Severus raised an eyebrow at the man. "Mr Potter, is that you?"

Harry nodded at him. At least the man could recognise him, somehow... "It's me, just not in the flesh." He grinned at his reference. "Like my costume?" He scraped his claws on the walls again to piss his professor off.

"I find it a little concerning with that skin," admitted Severus gruffly, grimacing at the noise that the claws were making. "What are you designed to be?"

"I told you and the other professors that I'm Freddie Krueger," said Harry, wriggling his gloved fingers at his professor, the blades shone in the dungeon light. "He's kind of a demon that haunts teenagers' nightmares and kills them in their sleep."

"Fascinating..." muttered Severus, smiling at him and crossed his arm over the other. "Aren't you supposed to be out there killing my pupils, though?"

Harry laughed from under the mask. He enjoys the humorous father so much, and a year ago he would not believe he would think that. "I'll see you soon, professor. You will be at the Funhouse for the party, right?"

"I'll be there, Mr Potter," Severus tells him flatly with a little nod. "Where's your additional costume for the evening festivities?"

Harry couldn't wait till the evening events. Apart from pretending to kill people, the festivity was his favourite part. "My costume is in the dressing room inside the Funhouse. You know, behind the clown statue."

"Draco has no concept of this, does he?" Severus asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Harry nodded. He grunted and blinked; these lime green contact lenses were irritating as hell! He couldn't wear his glasses under the Freddie mask, or it would just look silly. He doesn't want to look silly. He wants to look scary as hell! Just in case his eyes get too irritated, he has his glasses in his pocket. "I should head back out."

"Yes, get out of my office!" Severus shoos him away with a hand before getting back to his work.

Harry grinned as he ran out of his professor's office. Where can he go? He decided to check the bottom floor of Hogwarts first, the basement. Mostly stunned bodies and a lot of bloodshed, nothing else. A lot of stunned bodies as he could tell. He sighed and with his wand, he sent a Patronus to Severus so he can take these students to the Funhouse. But he sent around five bodies, with a levitation charm, to the Room of Requirement.

All the professors are in costumes, except Snape, and are around Hogwarts somewhere. When they see stunned students, they take their bodies to the Funhouse and lay them down in a room. Harry doesn't know what rooms, but he knows the students will wake at around 10:15 pm at the max.

He sighed when seeing Pansy in a large pool of blood, so he closed her eyes, but he kept her wand with him which he found in the corridor, as well as Blaise's and Draco's. He did the same with Blaise a couple of meters away from her, closing his eyes. Luckily enough, Madam Pomfrey, dressed as a killer Nurse came out from around the corner, lifted Blaise and Pansy from the ground with a levitation charm and took them away to the Funhouse.

He chuckled when seeing a Chucky, Michael Myers, Leatherface and creeper every five minutes running around the corridors. He even saw Hermione a couple of times, floating around the corridor. They exchanged smiles with each other before going off to find more people to hunt or take to the Funhouse.

A couple of corridors away from the Gryffindor Tower, he found a body lying on the floor with white-blonde hair. Draco. He frowned when seeing him stunned. He's so beautiful as always. He looked around the hallways, when seeing nobody he rolled his mask up past his forehead, leaned down, and kissed the blonde Slytherin wizard.

Draco's lips were warm and soft as always. So kissable and addicting too. He played with Draco's tousled hair while thinking of later tonight with a smile. With one final kiss, he placed his mask back on and carried Draco to the Funhouse in the room of Requirement. He never took his eyes off this beautiful man in his arms, but when he did, it was when he entered through the white doors into the RoR.

He smiled at Headmistress McGonagall, still looking like a dead librarian, and Professor Flitwick, a Leprechaun. He placed Draco in the same room that Pansy and Blaise were in. The red and green horizontal revolving cylindrical barrel.

With another long sigh, and after another kiss on Draco's lips, he went to join the hunt again and bring back stunned bodies to place somewhere in the Funhouse. What he couldn't believe was why his professors would put Neville in a maze, alone but on the other side of the maze was Ron. He hoped his fellow dorm mates can survive in the maze alone.

He gathered the rest of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff bodies from the corridors with Headmistress McGonagall, Severus, Flitwick, Hannah Abbot, Dean, Hermione, Justin, and Henry. When everyone that was hunted was inside the Funhouse, the students who dressed as killers all met inside the dressing room.

"Was this the best Halloween you've ever had or what?" asked Harry to all the student killers in costumes, though he knows very well the meaning of Halloween to him. It's the day his mother and father died. He will never forget this Halloween, but he hopes next Halloween will be better.

"Yeah!" Everyone raised their weapons into the air, or just their hands.

"But the night's not over yet," said Harry, looking over at all the killers in the room. "We all get to scare everyone inside the Funhouse. Even the professors will join in the scares! Now, where's our Bloody Mary?"

"Here!" the black-haired girl raised her hand. Her face was deathly pale, her eye sockets were covered with blacks and reds thanks to whatever makeup or spell Hermione put on her.

"Sorry, I don't know your name," said Harry in a low voice, his ears reddened with embarrassment.

"Josephine."

"Okay, get into your bathroom, please," ordered Harry softly. "Chucky, go hide somewhere. Samara, hide in the games room. Hermione's already put in a TV that has been charmed for you to walk in and out of it. Grudge, can you hide in the walls and under the stairs. There are entrance points into the walls. You just need to push on the walls and see if one opens and if it doesn't. Wait, first of all, can you make the Grudge sound?"

The girl nodded and made a deep throaty 'AaaaaAaAa' sound which scared a lot of students around her. She smiled at her realistic impression of The Grudge.

"Yeah, umm..., you're not coming for any sleepovers in Ravenclaw Towers," said Rebecca flatly, and everybody laughed at her comment and headed to their net spots where they'll be in the Funhouse.

Harry headed back to the cylindrical barrel thing. Smiling from under his mask, he left the three Slytherins alone so they can wake up together. He wants to hide in that maze Neville and Ron are in. He'd love to scare them. Actually, scare them.

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Draco woke up and groaned while massaging his forehead. What happened? But what he last remembers is going around a corner and then...darkness. Wait, he's alive? He adjusted his eyes to the room he was in. It was a weird circular room with colourful swirls. Then he saw them. Pansy and Blaise lying next to him.

"Blaise! Pansy!" He shook them, trying to awaken them and after a few seconds, Pansy sat up swiftly like she woke up from a nightmare, breathing heavily. When she saw Draco, she threw her arms around him and cried.

They both froze as the room they were in moved a little. The tunnel they were in with red and green swirls moved like a barrel.

Draco frowned and hugged her back tightly, thankful that she wasn't dead like he saw when the guy stabbed her. He wasn't one to give his friends hugs, only Harry. But where was Harry? Oh, he hoped he was okay. Although, he felt as if Harry was around, or had been. He could...smell him. Pine and Quidditch. It gave him hope.

And if Pansy and Blaise weren't dead then Harry shouldn't be... Or... was he, Blaise, and Pansy dead? Is this what muggle heaven is like? A weird...well, he doesn't know what he's in. It's very strange...

Pansy moved out of the hug and turned to Blaise. She shook him, trying to awaken him. She needed her friends right now.

Blaise didn't wake as Pansy did, he just woke like he had a good sleep and yawned. His eyes then widened when he remembered what had happened a while ago. "D-Draco, P-Pansy... what happened?"

"We don't know, Blaise," said Pansy softly, and she comforted him by squeezing his shoulder.

"The only thing I remember was seeing you...die," mutters Draco, his arms around his sides, hugging himself. "You both died." Pansy and Blaise looked at him sadly, knowing what Draco meant.

Pansy began to panic, and she shuffled back a little, but it only made the barrel they were in start to spin and they all lost their balance.

"WhOah," said Blaise, his voice rising as the barrel moved and made them almost collapse on top of each other. "The hell is this thing?!"

A Child's laughter was heard, and Emilie made an appearance in her Annabelle costume. She stood at the end of the barrel and stared at the three teenagers. "Come play with me." Then she giggled again.

Blaise's limbs began to shake, Pansy felt dizzy and Draco just couldn't speak. They were horrified, knowing that this weird killer spree thing wasn't over. But why weren't they dead, then? Unless these killers can visit them in their death. But that was impossible, right? They can't haunt you for eternity...

Draco, Pansy, and Blaise got to their feet, which was very hard to do as the barrel just moved which made them nearly lose their balance again and fall on top of each other. But they managed to stable themselves and stop moving, which stopped the spinning barrel from moving. But this situation was difficult. They didn't know how to escape. Whenever they tried to move, the spinning tunnel would move with them.

Emilie stepped onto the spinning tunnel, grinning wickedly. "Come play with me," she repeated in her creepy doll-like voice.

The three Slytherins backed away, forgetting they were in a spinning tunnel which moved as they turned around and struggled to run out of the moving tunnel. Blaise was the first out, but also the first to face a cloaked figure with a long white mask. He screamed and backed away.

Dean surpassed a snort at the Slytherin. He was actually on the move to find Seamus, Neville, and Ron in this hell of a Funhouse, which pretty much is just a large maze filled with weird rooms but had no luck. He didn't realise how big this place was either. He didn't think the Room of Requirement could create more than one room.

Blaise stepped back in fear, accidentally stepping on Pansy's feet. He heard a hiss of pain from Pansy, but his life was in danger right now. Same with Draco's and Pansy's life. His arms spread out to the side of him, making sure this killer won't be able to hurt his friends.

Dean just pointed his large knife towards a little yellow tunnel which you crawl through, and on the other end is a rectangular room with long beige punching-bag shaped things hanging from the ceiling with clown faces.

"What do you want from us?!" Pansy cried, hugging herself tightly, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I think it wants us to go right," said Blaise, not taking his eyes off the killer who death stared at him. Merlin, these things were creepy. But he was stabbed so how could he be alive?

"Then let's go right," says Draco quickly, not wanting to blackout again and wake up someplace else. He grabbed his two best friends by the arm and pulled them away from the cloaked figure.

Dean kept his knife raised to their right. When the three Slytherins were going a little slow, he began walking toward them.

Draco crawled through the little yellow tunnel, not liking this night one bit. He was supposed to be spending it with Harry, somewhere alone, probably in bed having the time of their lives again. This morning he was with Harry. They were just hanging out back under the Oak Tree near the lake, talking about their day, snogging, sharing good memories and even making love in Harry's bed. He feels like that was weeks ago, not hours. He wished he could see Harry again.

Pansy looked behind her as she entered the yellow tunnel after Blaise. She squealed out of fright and shouted, "HE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME! GO!"

That started Draco. Using as much strength and speed as he had, he crawled as fast as he could until he was out of the tunnel. He helped Blaise and Pansy out of the tunnel, and when looking inside, the killer was gone. Vanished. But he wasn't going back. No way. "We should keep going."

They kept walking, through a little hallway with those weird punching bag looking things with clown faces. Pansy poked a few and shrieked as it moved towards her a little. Then they went up a little ramp with red squishy rectangular shapes that helped them climb up onto a platform where there was a blue slide down into a pit of what looked like coloured balls. They stared at each other, asking if they should slide down this weird contraption.

Eventually, when studying the slide and making sure there wasn't anyone behind them, they slid down the slide one by one. The slide was pretty fun to them and they wanted to go back up and slide down again, but they were in a place that could be filled with killers. So, they knew that would just make it worse for them.

Draco hit the ball pit first and dove right into the balls. They were strange balls. Very rubbery and colourful.

"Look out!"

Draco looked up into the slide and saw Blaise coming down fast. He quickly moved away to the end of the ball pit to give his best friend enough room to land. And then down came Pansy, who fell on top of Blaise.

Blaise yelped as something pushed him down into the balls. He dived in, looking around and seeing how he was just under a ton of coloured balls. When the body on top of him moved away, he pushed himself up and glared at his best friend, Pansy.

Pansy just shrugged, but then her eyes widened in fear for the thing that calmly watched them from behind Blaise. She blinked rapidly, hoping she was seeing things. Draco stared curiously at Pansy, then looked behind Blaise and saw it. Blaise turned around to where his best friends were looking and began to shake as he walked backwards toward Draco.

Anthony, dressed as Chucky, just stood at one corner of the ball pit and stared at the scared teenagers. He grinned and pulled his bloody knife out from under the coloured balls. "Hi, I'm Chucky!" he said in his most childish animatronic voice. "Wanna play?"

"No," Blaise muttered clearly.

Anthony started breathing loudly, making it clear he was angry. "You will play with me!" He charged at them, but when halfway towards them, he dived under the balls and grabbed Pansy by the ankle.

Pansy screamed and shook her foot, trying to get loose from the boy's grip. "HE'S GOT MY ANKLE!"

Draco and Blaise grabbed Pansy by the wrists and pulled her out of the ball pit into a netted hallway with platforms going in different directions but they continued through the netted hallways, only going straight until they came to an end. With relief, they exited the odd coloured room but came into a different room full of mirrors. Mirrors were literally everywhere.

Blaise walked forward and crashed into a mirror, which he thought was a pathway. He was wrong. Pansy actually began to laugh at him but as she turned and went left, she crashed into a mirror too. This maze of mirrors was just so confusing. Blaise then laughed back at her, earning him a glare from Pansy but he didn't care.

Draco ended up smiling at his best friends, glad they were having a little fun even in this dire situation. Then he saw something out of the corner of his eyes, someone, he noticed. They were so beautiful. "Harry..." Harry looked beautiful as always, his emerald green eyes were staring back at Draco, and Harry was wearing black dress robes, his hair just as adorably messy as it always is.

He began to walk forward, wanting to get a hug and kiss from his boyfriend. He walked into a glass wall with a thump, and Harry giggled at him. Damned, the glass. This glass can just go die somewhere. He banged on the glass, wishing he could be next to Harry again. It's all he wishes for.

Harry smiled. He wasn't actually in front of Draco, he was behind the three Slytherins. He loves trick mirrors; you can go anywhere if you know where you're going. He winked at Draco, smiling brighter when Draco's cheeks reddened a little.

Draco smiled back lovingly, and his heart thumped quickly in his chest at the gorgeous smile Harry gave him. He hasn't seen Harry in hours.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy, and I'll see you when the clock strikes midnight," Harry said lightly, his actual voice echoing through the room. He walked to the left, out of sight before Draco could reply. It was time for another costume change.

Draco frowned when Harry disappeared. Where did he go? Or perhaps... it was just a figment of his imagination. He hoped not. Harry said that once it's midnight, he'll get to see him. What time is it though? He placed his hands on the glass, swearing that Harry was in front of him. But this glass... He sighed, placing his forehead against the cold glass. "Let's go." He turned around sadly and escorted his friends back towards where they came in from.

"No!" Pansy banged on the glass where the exit was, and Blaise did the same. The exit was blocked off with another mirrored wall. How does this just happen?!

"What happened to the entrance?" Blaise asked at once, trying to feel for some latch or something to open it back up. He swore the exit was right here. He just knew it. "What's wrong with this place?"

Draco placed a hand on the entrance, which somehow was a mirror when minutes ago it was a ticket to inside here. He slid his hand across the mirrors when moving left, hoping he comes across an exit but there was nothing. "I guess we go forward," he mutters.

"How?" asked Pansy, her breathing becoming shallow. She just didn't want to believe what was happening. There was no exit. She hated having no way out of a place.

"Just try, I guess," Draco drawled. He knows by looking at the mirrors, it just won't help. But mirrors have to be standing up somehow. So, he needs to look down. He walked back towards the mirror where he saw Harry and pressed his hand to it. With his other hand, he placed it in front of him. He doesn't know if there's a mirror to the other side of him, but he walked that way. It wasn't a mirror; it was a hallway.

"Pansy! Blaise! This way!"

Pansy and Blaise shot their heads up at Draco, who disappeared inside a mirror. They quickly caught up to him and walked right behind him through the hallway.

Draco kept his hands in front of him, guiding him through the mirror maze. It was getting a little easier. But then Pansy screamed. Of course, when she screams something is obviously bad.

"Hiya, Pansy," said Pennywise, handing her a red balloon filled with a red substance in it. "Wanna balloon?"

Pansy quickly shook her head, her lip trembling when staring into yellow eyes. Such disgusting eyes. She whimpered and leaned away from the clown thing. Pennywise frowned. He let the balloon go, and it floated up to the ceiling.

"Hello," said a sweet young voice, looking up at Pansy.

Pansy shuffled back from the younger boy wearing a yellow raincoat, backing up against one of the mirror walls. Blaise gasped when looking at the amputated arm from the younger boy, blood was still gushing down his arm.

"Let's go," Draco suddenly said, refusing to look at the weird-looking man. He just hated this already. He wanted Harry. He needed him. He wanted to be hugged and kissed by Harry and feeling safe in his arms.

"NO!" shouted Pennywise, his balloon popping and covering Pansy head to toe in blood. Pansy cried, her lips parted and her arms in a 'w' shape as she just didn't want to believe what she was covered in.

Blaise grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him and Draco, not caring if she was covered in someone else's blood as he just wants to escape with his friends out of this place alive.

Draco picked up his speed of walking and feeling for a hallway in the mirror maze. He saw the end and sighed with relief, but he had to make sure that it was the way out. He followed his gut until they finally made it out of the mirror maze.

Another damn hallway, but thankfully without mirrors. It was a dark hallway, the only lights were on the floors in the shapes of vampire bats, cemetery crosses, and creepy smiles. After that hallway came another one, but lighter with white and black lines forming one giant spiral on the floor and walls.

This hallway made Pansy dizzy, she swore the spiral was moving and she kept staring at it. There was a throaty "AaaaAaaaaAAAaaaa" coming from inside the hallway they were in, but when pausing and looking around, they were the only ones in the room.

They heard a scream, a female scream. It's not the only scream they've heard tonight. But it was creepy as hell.

"AAaaaaaAaAAaaaaaAaAaaaa." Another throaty voice.

Something pulled at Pansy's hair, which she screamed and dashed away from the wall.

There was a pale, dead arm reaching out from a square in the black line of the hallway. Then the arm pulled itself back out of the hallway, replacing it with cold, lifeless white eyes staring at them.

"AaaaaaaaaAAaaaaaAaAaaaaa."

Blaise grimaced at the eyes that stared at Pansy, then they looked directly into his own eyes and his heart began beating wildly in his chest out of fear.

Draco frowned. He just wants to find Harry. He is glad he knows that Harry's okay, but he at least wants to see him. Wherever Harry is... Unless that ras something only he saw. "Pansy? Blaise? You saw Harry in the mirror thing, right?" he asks them blankly. "It wasn't just me?"

"Y-Yes, D-Draco," Pansy stammered, staying far away from those cold white eyes. She swallowed and looked ahead at the hallway, wanting to escape. She knows this thing can't get her unless she goes closer to it. And that's exactly what she will not do.

Blaise caught on to what Pansy wanted. To escape. "We saw Harry, Draco," he assured his best friend while urging Pansy through the hallway with Draco. "You weren't seeing things."

"Thanks," was all Draco could say in this situation as they kept walking through the long hallways.

They came to the end of the hallway where a normal white door just stood in front of them. But on either side of the door were two other darkened hallways that led to who knows where. They realised they were at a 'T' section. Draco, curious, reached his hand out to the doorknob and twisted it until it opened. It was a bathroom. A normal bathroom with a shower, a toilet, a sink, and a mirror.

"Is that blood!" Pansy asked loudly, her mouth agape when staring at the mirror in front of them with words written in a red substance. She backed away from the mirror and hid behind Draco and Blaise.

"Bloody Mary?" Blaise reads the words written on the mirror in blood in a flat voice, and he touched the base of his neck, wondering whose blood that could be.

On the other side of the mirror, more red writing was displayed. Draco read what's on the mirror in blood, "Say it three times."

"Um... no," said Blaise, shaking his head and hoping he is in some nightmare right now. He just hopes this is a nightmare and that he'll wake up to any minute soon. He just wants to be in his bed, sleeping, or eating at the Great Hall.

Like someone heard Blaise reject the offer, a presence that they couldn't see began to write on the mirror. Say it or she comes for you.

"Bloody-" Pansy began, but the door that they just came through began to shake. No, it was the doorknob. Someone was coming in. The door opened. The three Slytherin teenagers whimpered and backed away.

"Ron!"

"Seamus?"

"Neville!?"

Pansy ran into the boy's arms and hugged them, glad they were not alone anymore. Blaise looked at Ron, then to Nev and then looked down. He's glad they're here but he's feeling a little awkward now.

"G-guys," stuttered Neville, hugging the Slytherin girl back. He's not used to girl hugs, and he likes guy hugs better. They are just warmer and more comfortable, especially with their strong biceps. "What the hell is happening tonight? The last thing I remember was being..." He swallowed. "Killed. Then I woke up in some hedge maze."

"Same, mate," said Ron, shaking with both fear and slight sadness. "D-Did you see that...clown...it was horrendous!"

"A-And that...that thing with the chainsaw," Seamus spluttered, completely frozen to the spot and now noticing the blood on the mirror. The night just keeps getting worse.

Draco and Blaise nodded sadly. Pansy let go of Neville and hugged Ron next, and then Seamus even if she could feel them trying to wriggle out of her clutch from the blood that covered her pyjamas. Then she let them go and stood beside Blaise and Draco, frowning.

"Have you seen Harry, Dean or Hermione?" Ron then asked, flickering his eyes from the mirror and to the three Slytherins. He missed the Halloween where nothing like this happened, and he and his mates are just eating candy all night.

Draco shook his head, wishing he could have been in front of Harry, kissing him with all the love in the world. "I never saw him in the corridors with the other two but I saw Harry in the maze of mirrors."

"Maze of mirrors?" Ron asks, puzzled. "What's that?"

"You never went in the maze of mirrors?" Draco asked him quickly, not believing this at all. He Pansy and Blaise never saw Ron, Seamus, or Neville in the Maze of Mirrors. But he was sure they should have gone through... but what hedge maze were they talking about?

Ron shook his head, sighing as he hasn't seen Hermione at all. "We've only been through a hedge maze, a large ball pit the size of the great hall and a room full of creeps who jumped out at us from behind pillars and creepy statues," he mutters, leaning against the sinks, not at all disturbed by the blood at all as he has seen too much of it already. "I saw a dead woman in white, she looked like Hermione a bit, but with long black curly hair that goes past her elbows. I just thought I was worrying too much or something."

"You weren't worrying, Ron," said Draco softly, looking at his reflection in the mirror with a frown. The red letters that he assumes are painted on blood are still shown in the mirror.

"We also went through a white hallway with the words Red Rum painted in what I do hope isn't blood," Neville said, shuddering at the words currently stuck in his mind. This day was just too horrifying to him and his friends.

The ghostly presence came back and started writing RedRum in blood on the mirror just under 'Bloody Mary x3'.

"Gaaaaaah," said Ron, backing away and falling onto the toilet, thanking Merlin that the toilet lid was closed. He didn't want to embarrass himself, even in this situation.

Pansy gave a little bitter laugh at the clumsy Gryffindor, but then looked back at the mirror, slowly frowning. The ghostly presence wrote RedRum again. "RedRum..."

Spell it backwards. The ghostly presence wrote on the mirror again.

"Mur-der," spelled Neville slowly.

"Bloody hell!" said Ron, his eyes wide with fear as he realises what it read.

"Bloody Mary," chanted Pansy quickly, and although her gut told her to stop, she wanted to see what would happen.

"Oi!" Ron spat loudly at her. "What are you doing!" He didn't know what chanting the name would do but he just did not want to find out at all.

"Bloody Mary," chanted Pansy again. "Bloody Mary..."

Silence.

The lights in the bathroom started flickering. Everyone bundled up together in the centre of the room. The lights had turned off. Darkness.

"Guys..." Everyone could tell it was Ron who said that his voice was shaky and quiet. Nobody knew what to do. It was just so dark. He felt a cool breath on his arm, and he shuddered.

"Someone cast a Lumos!" spat Pansy quickly, her hands moving around her to just to touch someone so she can become calm.

"Ye do it!" snapped Seamus. This is just getting out of hand and he knows it. He just wants Dean to cuddle up to and assure him everything is okay.

The lights turned back on.

Everyone screamed at the sight of a girl with long black hair covering her face, and she was wearing a long vintage white dress, her eyes were a creamy white colour with blood tears streaming down her face. They were too scared to turn around and face her.

Then the lights turned back off. Everyone still screamed, afraid the ghost girl might get them now that the lights are off.

Then the lights turned back on. She was gone. They still screamed until a door, which they never knew was there to the side of them inside the shower opened.

Draco took no hesitation and ran to the shower, opening it up and escaping through the door inside the shower. Blaise and Pansy followed him from behind. Last but not least, Seamus, Neville and Ron followed after them. They headed down the dark hallway, the only light was the candles on black holders on the walls to the side of them.

Blaise walked side by side with Neville, accidentally touching his hand and apologising. Neville would say it's alright, smile with a deep blush on his neck and face, and then look down. He is really proud to know that Neville is okay. If anything happened to him...

"That was...bloody scary," said Ron, voice quiet, and he was still shaking from the frightening scene they witnessed. Nobody responded back. They too were all horrified, not wanting to talk about it. They just continued walking down the darkened hallways, not knowing if it has an end to it.

They entered a white hallway with orange, red and black circular patterned floors. There were black wooden doors on either side of them, the hallway looked as if it could go on forever. They heard a bang coming from one of the doors. It was door number 237.

Pansy jumped away in fright when the door banged again. Something was inside that door trying to get out. Out of curiosity, she neared the door and was about to twist the doorknob when a metal thing broke through the door right at her eye level.

"PANSY!" Blaise and Draco grabbed her arms and pulled her away, knowing this was bad and they needed to escape immediately.

A boy named Jake who was dressed as Jack from the shining slammed his axe in the little hole he made in the door again. Pansy screamed when seeing somebody's eye looking at her through the small hole in the door.

The boys just stood there, frozen to the spot when looking at the eye watching them. They couldn't move, they wouldn't. They knew the person couldn't get to them. Not unless they take the door down.

Jake smashed his axe in the door, making the hole bigger. He ripped his axe out from the door and placed his head inside the hole, grinning malevolently. "HERE'S JOHNNY!"

Pansy screamed again, and they all just bolted down the hallway. When they got to a door at the end of the hallway, it was their only way out, so they entered through.

Another bloody room! It was a lounge room with a yellow couch, a small TV, two yellow puffy armchairs, a coffee table and bookshelves on either side of the TV. Everyone didn't know what creepy creature could jump out at them any minute. There weren't any other doors except a locked one to the left of them. Just a normal white door.

Ron sank onto the yellow couch and sighed when staring up at the ceiling. Draco and Blaise doing the same but on the armchairs. Ron hoped that this was it. That the killers will go away.

Pansy warily looked around the room for anything odd. She looked through the bookshelves, not seeing anything that was out of the ordinary for wizards or witches. No peek holes for eyes or dead arms.

Neville just stood in the centre of the room, keeping his head down. Eventually, he would look at Blaise just to get a smile from him which would calm him a little.

They thought this was just a normal room, but really, it wasn't. The TV turned on. Everyone looked up at the TV, not knowing what exactly it is or what was going on. The TV showed black and white static lines, and then a picture formed. It was in a cemetery with a marked grave. But they couldn't see whose name was on the headstone.

The picture changed. Maggots were crawling over dirt from a grave. Ron and Seamus gagged at the image and how disgusting it is. Pansy just looked down, trying to keep her dinner in her stomach.

Picture change: A circular, stone well in a dark wood forest.

Picture change: A large, haunted mansion. Everyone was glad the image changed to something more calming, even if they did see a dark figure in the window of the second story of the mansion.

Picture change: The round well again, but a hand was slowly sliding out of the well and gripping the stone edge.

Picture change: A lonely swing set in the middle of nowhere, where it was foggy, and the swings were moving on their own.

A loud ring startled everyone in the room. Pansy had jumped back against a wall, Neville thought he was going to have a heart attack, and Draco just gasped loudly. It was the ring of a phone, and Seamus went over and picked up the old home phone. Dean has one of these but hardly uses it. He pressed the button for the loudspeaker, and the voice of a little girl whispers, "7 Days."

The next picture changes on the TV, grabbing the attention of every wizard and witch in the room. Then a little girl, long black hair covering her face, in a dirty white dress that stops at her ankles, crawled out of the well and towards the camera on the TV. Everyone stared at her, scared at what she could look like underneath all that hair.

Picture change: Then they saw a cupboard filled with jars of eyeballs, brains, fingers, and livers.

"Eugh!" Pansy clutched her stomach, wanting the night to end already.

The picture changed back to the well, the little girl was only crawling closer. Everyone sat on the edge of their seats, wondering what will happen next.

The girl crawled towards the TV, and when everyone didn't expect it, she crawled right through the panel of the Television.

"BLOODY HELL!" Ron shouts and stumbles back in fright.

Pansy screamed and backed away from the TV, hiding behind the couch Ron sat on. Draco and Blaise jumped over the back of their armchairs but peeped their heads over the edge to keep an eye on the ghost girl.

"Go mbrise an diabhal do dhá chois," spat Seamus to the little girl, pointing a finger at her. The girl's body was halfway out of the TV.

Everyone looked at him strangely for one second, knowing he was speaking Gaelic, then looked back at the girl. They had no idea what he said in Gaelic.

Samara smiled malevolently at everyone and raised her arm up to point to the door on the left, which opened as she did so. When nobody moved, the door closed, and her evil smile just widened. "Seven days," she whispered in a dark voice. Then she began slowly walking towards the closest person to her, which was Neville.

"No!" Blaise ran over to Neville and stood in front of him, his arms protecting Neville from this killer girl. Neville felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden heroic movement from the really nice and handsome Slytherin.

Lyra, dressed as Samara, tried to suppress an actual smile from coming on her face from these two teenage boys. She only neared them, making it seem like her foot was broken. When she stood face-to-face with the Slytherin who shook and trembled with fright, she calmly said, "Boo!"

Blaise shuffled back from her, grabbed Neville's hand, and scuffled away with him to the other side of the room towards the door.

Samara raised her hand back at the door, which opened up. There wasn't any other way to scare these older students, so she had to let them pass.

Blaise and Neville immediately exited the lounge room. With them, everybody else in the room except Samara. She returned to her TV with a grin on her face.

"Seamus?" asked Ron at once after slamming the door behind them shut so the girl can't follow them. But he was sure the girl wouldn't as she disappeared. "What did you say to the...girl demon thing back then?"

"That the Devil may break yer legs," admitted Seamus, speeding through the dark hallway they were in, just wanting to get to safety wherever safety was. And he wanted Dean, and to be safe and sound in his arms. They all laughed at Seamus' words.

"Gees," mutters Draco with a smirk. He was glad the conversation turned humorous. He needed something to take his mind off of everything. "That's a little harsh, isn't it?"

"Not really, I've heard worse," Seamus said, smirking as he remembers everything his cousin Fergus says when drunk. It was hilarious and a little concerning. "Much worse."

"Oh?" said Ron, raising an eyebrow with interest. This just got interesting to him and everyone else. "What like?"

Seamus looked away, afraid the blush on his face was too dark that it'd just be embarrassing. "Let's just keep going..." he says slowly and Ron smirked, knowing there's going to be a lot of unanswered questions for him.

The floor underneath them suddenly lit up with different coloured arrows pointing ahead. They didn't know if they should follow the lights, but they did. Wherever they were going, they were starting to hear music up ahead. It's the music they all have never heard before.

This is Halloween...

This is Halloween...

Halloween...

Halloween...

Halloween...

Tender lovelies everywhere...

Down the rest of the darkened hallway they go, until they came across two double doors painted white with the words 'DO NOT OPEN. DEAD INSIDE' written in black paint. There were two square windows on either side where they could see flashing lights on the inside and silhouettes of people moving around.

'Halloween Bash', in purple, black and orange capital letters on a banner was pinned up above the double doors into the next room.

"Halloween bash?" said Neville, looking up at the banner with confusion. "Is this some kind of-"

"Are they having a bloody party without me!" Pansy snapped and pushed her way through the double doors. She paused and stared at everyone in the room. Why were the killers all dancing in the...whatever this place was? But she also saw students in their robes and pyjamas, the dead students she saw. Nobody died...

"Hiya, Pansy!"

Not this creep again. Pansy glared at the clown in front of her. She wished she had her wand with her so she could hex this clown into the next week. She would be glad to get rid of him.

"Welcome to the after party of the Hogwarts Massacre," said Pennywise, grinning as he placed a hand on her back and guided her through to the party.

Draco, Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Blaise all entered the room after Pansy. They watched as Pennywise took her deeper into the party full of creeps. Well, they saw mainly the creeps that had been running through Hogwarts killing people, but they also saw the dead students.

"Ginny!" Ron ran up to his little sister and hugged her tightly, glad she never died at all. It was a relief to see her breathing, and also struggling to get out of his clutch.

"Get off me, Ron!" hissed Ginny and tried pushing him off her. She placed her arm around Luna again. "But yes, it's good knowing you're not dead either."

"Likewise," muttered Ron with narrowed eyes. All he wanted was a hug, not to be pushed away by his own sister. Sometimes life can be tough and unfair. Ginny's one of those unfair parts.

Draco walked into the room and split apart from the others. He wanted to find Harry because he knows Harry should be here somewhere. The song This is Halloween played loudly in the background and the freaks in the room danced to it while the students of Hogwarts either wandered around like lost dogs or danced with the freaks.

Was that Professor McGonagall he spotted? He was sure he saw her stroll to the food table. Or was she floating like a ghost? He couldn't tell. She looked dead, skin pale and gaunt, and the flowy old Victorian dress she wore made him think that Hogwarts has a new ghost.

Harry grinned from the other side of the ballroom. He was back in his Freddie costume until 10:20, which he'll have to change into another costume. And he hates contact lenses, the ones he must wear. So bloody annoying! But it'll help keep his identity a secret until midnight. Placing his cup of Halloween punch down on the table, which Hermione helped him make earlier, he strolled over to Draco.

Draco's eyes widened in horror as he realised someone was coming toward him. It was that guy he saw in the corridors who waved at him. The Bloody creep with a burnt face.

"Well, well, well," said Harry, his voice still low like Freddie's. He pushed Draco against the wall to the side of them and placed his free arm against the blonde Slytherin's chest, so he doesn't try to escape. "Who do we have here?

Draco turned his face away from the guy, not interested in a snog if that's what he wants. His lips aren't touching any other males except Harry's. If he can only find him... "Piss, off!" he snapped while searching the room with his eyes for any familiar black messy hair and emerald green eyes.

"Oh, we have a moody teenager here," Harry says smoothly, raising his bladed gloves up and gently stroked Draco's cheek with the blade on the index finger of his glove. Draco stares down at the blade on the bloke's glove, swallowing hard as he knows just one slice of that blade can easily slit his throat. "You're a really pretty boy, you know that, right?"

"Fuck off!" Draco spat and glared at the bloke. He is seeing a lot of dark-haired wizards in this place but none of them looked like Harry. "I've got a boyfriend already."

"Name?" Harry asked him flatly, currently smiling under his mask. He doesn't even mind Draco's rude remarks. He misses when Draco riles him up and makes his blood pump rapidly through his veins. "What's your boyfriend's name?"

"No, who are you?" Draco hissed, wanting to get away from this creep so badly but he was scared the freak might stab him. Where's his father when he needs him? No, where's Harry? "And what is this place anyway? Freaks dancing club or something?"

Harry stopped himself from snorting. "I'm Freddie Krueger," said Harry, his bladed finger still caressing Draco's cheek and he pressed his crotch to Draco's. He closes his eyes for a second to feel his sudden boner against Draco's. "And this, if you haven't already figured it out, is a Halloween party."

"A fucking Halloween Party?" Draco says blandly, trying to move away from this bloke's obvious boner. It was even turning him on though he's trying to hide it. He hesitated and looked around the room again to try and spot his boyfriend. All he saw were the creeps and that guy who killed Pansy. He shuddered at the sight of him. "Are you saying that this is all a..."

"A prank, yes," mumbles Harry, smiling under his Freddie mask. He loves when Draco swears. It always turns him on. "The whole killing spree thing was a prank for all you Pure-bloods and half-bloods who know nothing about the muggle world. It was hilarious watching you lot run around the castle screaming your heads off like there were actual fucking killers on the loose."

"Do I know you then?" Draco asked softly, staring Freddie up and down to try to see beyond the mask. He didn't recognise the male, but there was something about the guys' curves and edges that reminded him of someone... It's all just the way this man moves and walks that's recognisable but from where?

"Maybe you do, maybe you don't," said Harry flatly with a slow shrug. He finally lowered his glove from Draco's cheek, but his arm is still pressed against his chest. He leans his face closer to Draco's, his head tilting. He wants to kiss him, but not yet. "But yes, I do know you and every other, what you call a freak in this Halloween party knows you."

"Is Harry Potter at this party?" Draco had to ask, his silver eyes glancing around the room once more. He hoped he could find Harry. He needed his gorgeous green-eyed Gryffindor boyfriend. "And if so, is he wearing a costume or...?"

Harry couldn't help the blush from showing on his face but it was covered by his Freddie mask. "Uhm, yes," he nods, "Harry Potter is here in this very room."

Draco's eyes brighten, and he smiles excitingly as he looks for Weasel and Harry's dorm mates, thinking that Harry would be around them. But he didn't see Harry near Seamus, Dean, or Ron.

Harry bites his lip. The last time he checked the clock was 10:23. He, Dean, and the others had to go back to the changing rooms for the last event. "Sorry, I must cut this conversation short," he says, leaning away from the entrancing Slytherin entirely, his hand dropping from Draco's chest. "Goodbye, pretty boy."

Draco sighed as at least he knew Harry's in this place somewhere. Just where...? And is he wearing a costume? He wants to go looking for Harry, but he just doesn't want to interact with anybody right now. He's still shocked with everything he's been through and seen tonight. All that blood, murders, killer costumes... but how did they make all that blood? It all looked so real!

Harry grabbed Dean who was still in his Ghostface costume, by the arm and led him out of the ballroom of the Funhouse to a hallway.

"Harry!" Dean hissed as they passed chattering students drinking punch outside of the ballroom.

"Sorry, you were too busy staring at Seamus," Harry says, rolling his eyes at Dean's pout. He adores his favourite Gryffindor gay couple. "I had to do something otherwise it would have raised suspicion."

"B-But, didn't you see him covered in all that fake blood?" asked Dean at once, frowning under his mask. He just wants to go up to him for a cuddly hug. "I want to take his pyjamas off and wash the blood off him in the showers."

Harry rolled his eyes again at his dorm mate. "You'll get to unmask yourself at midnight, Dean," he reminds him in a mutter. Once they got to the clown statue, Harry poked it in the large blue eye which triggered a switch and the statue moved to the side, opening up a secret passageway. They quickly entered through, the entrance sealing itself closed. They both took off their masks and cast a "Lumos", lighting up the darkened tunnel as they came to an old castle wooden door.

Harry opened the door and went inside. Inside lead to a T intersection, small signs in old with arrows pointing left read 'Girls' and right, 'Boys. "Oh, Hello..." he says, coming to a halt as a girl wearing a large lilac ball gown with a lilac coloured lace mask stands in their way. He didn't know who it was.

"It's me, Harry," said the woman softly, and Harry recognised that voice. "Hermione." She took off her lilac coloured lace mask with small pearls on it and smiled at him. Harry widened his eyes a little at his best friend. How didn't he see her under the mask?

"Oh, you look stunning!" Harry said lightly with a wide smile at the sight of his best friend. He would hug her, but he doesn't want the smell of fake blood all over her. "Very Venetian like you came from a Masquerade Ball."

"Harry, the theme for the evening festivity is a Masquerade Ball," Hermione said earnestly with a sigh of disbelief at him. "You thought of the idea-"

"-while you were also thinking of Draco," Dean finished her sentence for her with a grin at Harry. Draco and Harry are his favourite gay couple in Hogwarts, and whenever he sees them snogging, he can't help but smile and walk away to leave them in peace.

"Oh, shut it!" Harry mutters, blushing as he takes off his Freddie mask which was stuck to his face as if it was the second layer of skin, and gave Dean a little friendly push, but the smile didn't falter from his face.

"You boys should get ready, then," Hermione said, smiling knowingly at Harry's red cheeks. "You want to surprise your princes, don't you?" Harry and Dean just smiled at her, so she pushed them towards the boys dressing rooms. "Don't just stand there like idiots. Get ready!"

Neither Harry nor Dean liked an angry or irritated Hermione. Nobody did, so they entered through the boys dressing rooms. The room looked pretty much like a bathroom with sinks and mirrors to the left and on the other sides smaller rooms that were hidden behind curtains. Both boys entered separate dressing rooms behind green and gold curtains and then long minutes later, they came out of their stalls all dressed up.

Harry wore a phantom of the opera Masquerade outfit complete with a tailcoat, with a wig that has has long brown hair put up in a low ponytail at the back with red ribbons. His Mardi Gras Masquerade mask was fully black with black diamonds covering the eye sockets. And Dean wore a black and dark red Victorian Tailcoat Jacket. His mask is black with red feathers on the right side.

Harry stared at himself in the mirror and smiled. But he still needs to wear these irritating lime green contact lenses. "Do I look recognisable as myself?" he asked his reflection, but really, he was asking Dean.

"Nope," said Dean, glancing at him while straightening his mask on his face and making his voice sound a little lower than it usually does with the quick voice modulator spell Harry also was using. "You just look like a handsome guy wearing a Masquerade costume."

"Aw, thank you!" Harry says brightly, charming his voice to sound deeper than usual. He tests his voice out, realising he kind of sounds like a posh 1800s gentleman that you'd hear from in movies and shows based back in those days. "You look handsome too, mate!" He looks at himself and Dean in the mirror. "Wow, it's like we came directly from Venice."

"Thanks, and yeah I agree," Dean replies, and then reaches into the golden glittery box filled with makeup and grabs an eyeliner pencil and mascara, setting them down on the sink beneath him. He slips his mask up onto his head, then leans closer to the mirror and starts applying the eyeliner.

Harry watches him. He wanted to apply some on too, so he grabbed the mascara, popped the lid off and started brushing his eyelashes with the black liquid brush. Slowly, he could tell the mascara was darkening his eyelashes. After Dean finished with the eyeliner, they swapped with each other, so then Harry started applying eyeliner to the tips of his eyelids. They both finished off with a pinch of glitter to the corners of their eyes, Harry silver and Dean red glitter.

"I just can't wait until I unmask at midnight," mumbles Harry, beaming while he slides his mask back on. He just wants to see Draco and surprise him. "I've been waiting to get an actual kiss from Draco since after dinner."

"Same with me, but for Seamus," said Dean, and then distracted himself by thinking of being kissed back by his boyfriend shortly. It just sounds like a fairy tale story. "I just hope I do get a dance with him with this mask on."

"Yeah," Harry said flatly, now making sure his contacts were in properly. He didn't want his contact falling out otherwise one eye will be lighter than the other. "Shall we head out?"

"Sure!" Dean says at once.

They were about to turn around and leave the bathroom when someone came out of the stall behind them. They turned around and stared at the boy their age wearing a dark blue Taoliyuan Victorian outfit. But he didn't have his mask on, so it made him recognisable. But what was he doing here?

"Neville?" Harry and Dean stared at their dorm mate in shock. How did he even get inside anyway? Only people who participated in the prank were informed of the Masquerade ball and how to get inside this dressing room.

Neville swallowed, not knowing who he is talking to. "W-Who are you?" he asks quickly, his dark blue Masquerade mask in his hands which he still doesn't know why he was given such an outfit. Harry and Dean looked at each other, wondering if they should tell. But Harry shook his head.

"Never mind that, Neville," Harry drawls, giving Neville Blaise's wand back which came from inside of his pocket. "You'll soon find out at Midnight."

"Midnight?" Neville mutters, even more confused when staring at the wand the guy gave him. The wand looked so familiar to him.

"Oh, Blaise Zabini is going to love you," Dean said, grinning wildly at the thought of Neville and Blaise dancing until midnight. He ponders if he and Harry can help Neville and Blaise work things out.

Neville blushed at that thought, and Harry grabs Neville's blue mask from him and puts it over Neville's eyes. "W-What do you mean?" he demands of him.

"Come on." Dean placed an arm around his fellow Gryffindor and led him out of the dressing room. "What you have to do is keep your mask on until midnight." Neville suddenly feels nervous. "You must dance the night away with whoever you want, but at Midnight, if you're dancing with someone special to you, you need to unmask yourself, so they know who's dancing with them. Simple enough for you?"

"I think so," said Neville flatly. Harry and Dean smiled at him.

-

"Where have all the freaks gone off to?" Ron asked Pansy, Blaise, and Seamus around him. They all were standing by the food table snacking. All the creepy people with swords, and knives, have gone off somewhere, leaving the students alone in the ballroom.

Pansy shrugged while holding a cup of purple coloured drink which was apparently called Ectoplasm from the sign in front of it. It was pretty good. It just tasted like Blackcurrant.

"Where's Neville?" Blaise then asked, scanning the room for the missing Gryffindor. He hoped the freaks didn't do anything to Neville. If they did... he swears he will hunt them down.

"I think I saw a guy with a pig face take him somewhere," muttered Seamus, too busy looking for Dean in the crowd. All he wants is Dean. He cares about nothing in this place besides Dean.

"And you didn't think to tell someone about the kidnapping?" Blaise snapped at him, sweeping his hand across his forehead with fear at what could have happened to Neville. The night just keeps getting worse.

Seamus put his cup down and sighed. He wishes he had a full glass of beer now. It's all he wants so he can get drunk and hope Dean will come to his rescue when he starts dancing on the tables. "He didn't look like he was in trouble, honestly."

The sound of doors opening silenced all the students and they all moved aside as people in gowns and suits with coloured masks walked into the room with them.

Harry linked arms with Dean as they walked into the room. Neville linked arms with Anthony and Hermione linked arms with Hannah Abbott. Everyone who participated in the prank was dressed up in Masquerade gowns and suits. All except Neville, he was a mystery to Dean and Harry.

"Who are they?" Seamus asked, voice low when staring at the people wearing weird gowns and suits. It's like they went back in the past to the 1700s. But he mainly stared at a handsome dark brown-skinned man who he swore looked a little familiar.

"How should we know?" Blaise was too focused on a couple of men in the front. Particularly a tall one with short blonde hair dressed in dark blue. The boy looked familiar but he just couldn't tell who it was.

Draco just sat down at an empty round table with a sigh. The tablecloth looked like a spider web, and a few fake spiders and bats and pumpkin spice scented candles decorated the centre of the table. His mind focused on Harry and where ever he was. He hoped Harry was okay.

Harry was okay. He was more than okay when seeing Draco. He checked the time above him on the magical clock. 10:56. Still a couple of hours till midnight. He wanted to go up to Draco right now, but he had a few dances with Hermione, Dean and Neville to pass the time. 10:59.

Harry started with Dean, leading him to the dance floor and when the Venetian music began, he bowed down. Dean just chuckles and rolls his eyes at his dorm mate, and Harry straightens his back again and places an arm around Dean's waist and the other held Dean's hand. They Viennese waltzed together, around the room with the other dancers until the music died down and they swapped partners. But before he let Dean go, He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek because apparently, to Hermione, they did that back then in the 1800s. And if not, well, shit.

Dean grabbed Harry's shoulders and forced him away lightly. He could feel himself blush and hoped it wasn't noticeable. His mask only covered half of his upper face. He knows Harry's attractive. He's even seen the picture of Harry's mum and dad who both are very good looking too. But his heart only beats for and is for Seamus Finnegan. "Jesus, Harry, don't ever do that again," he mutters, letting him go and took a step back. Though, he knows why Harry did it.

Harry only laughs and gives him another bow. He watched Dean walk away from Neville, and so he went to Hermione next, and he bowed down to her like he did with Dean.

Hermione giggles and just pulls him towards her, her hand on his shoulder and the other holding his hand. "So, how is your evening, Harry?" she asks quietly since some students in their pyjamas had come and joined them on the dance floor. She doesn't want to blow her cover yet.

"It has been quite fun," Harry says as they glide across the floor together in a waltz, and he dips her to the floor and brings her back up again. "How's your evening?"

"It's exciting and fun at the same time," Hermione says brightly, and she quickly glances at Ron who she sees is talking to Blaise and Seamus. It's nice to see Blaise and Ron talking to each again. "Never in my life would I have ever thought about participating in such a prank like this, and this evening Venetian night too." She looks back at Harry, the corners of her mouth rising into a smile as she sees her best friend looking over at Draco. "Though, it has been quite hard since I cannot take my eyes off Ron."

Harry smiles as he can relate to that, but he's been unable to take his eyes off Draco all evening since he saw him lying stunned in a corridor earlier. "I can relate," he then mumbles when looking back at her. "So what's it like dancing in an 1800s styled dress?"

"Horrible!" Hermione mutters darkly and Harry twirls her around. "The corset I'm wearing is literally killing me! It's so tight and uncomfortable! I feel sorry for the women of the 1800s who had to wear these beautiful but unpleasant garments..."

Harry just nods at her ranting about corsets and finishes the dance with a glide to the right as the music stops. He leans forward and kisses her slightly rosy cheek. He leans away, smiles at her, and looks behind her at Draco who was thankfully not alone anymore. It pained him to see Draco looking so lonely and sad before, but now Pansy was there to chat with him.

Hermione blushes lightly but doesn't hide it. After all, she loves Ron as more than a best friend. A mischievous little idea popped in her head then. "Harry, you do realise I was only joking about 1800s men kissing women on the cheek after they dance," she says flatly, and Harry whips his head back to look at her, a little impressed that she had tricked him.

Harry forces a sigh, and he realises Ron's probably going to be mad at him now. Same as Seamus since he had kissed Dean too. Oh well. "I guess I have to make up for it then," he says, and although what he is thinking is going to be awkward, it would be fun to do.

Hermione looks at him curiously, just knowing he was up to something. Before she was about to ask what he had on mind, Harry wriggled his fingers goodbye and turned to go find Neville for a dance. But he looked up at the magical clock to see it was 11:15. He still went to find Neville who he saw dancing rather oddly with Dean and Hannah Abbot. "Come with me, guys," he grabs Neville and Dean's hands and leads them towards Ron, Seamus, and Blaise at the food table.

"Harry, where are you taking us," Dean asked him quickly, and Neville looked up at the boy leading him through crowds of students towards the food table.

Harry didn't answer. He just took them to Seamus, Ron, and Blaise as he wants Neville to just go dance with Blaise so he can go to Draco. He would dance with Neville, but there wasn't much time until midnight which he wants to unmask himself in front of Draco.

"I'm going to Draco," he whispered to Dean and unlatched their hands together before Ron noticed him walking towards him. It was weird dancing with another bloke other than Draco. He's so comfortable and calm when dancing with Draco. But it was fun with Dean and Hermione.

"Alright," Dean whispered back and gave him a pat on the shoulder once they were in front of Seamus, Ron, and Blaise.

Ron looked at the three masked strangers curiously. Those jaws and mouths look familiar to him but didn't know where. "W-Who are you three?" he asks finally after staring at them for a moment.

Harry smiles at his best mate, lets go of Dean's hand and pushed Neville towards Blaise. "Good luck," he whispers into Neville's ears, placing an arm on Neville's shoulder and kissed his cheek because he could and it was hilarious watching Neville freeze and smile at Blaise. He pats Neville on the shoulder and pushes him towards Blaise, nearly knocking the Slytherin down.

Harry then walks over to Ron and bows, loving this night even more because he can act and do whatever hilarious things he wants. He lifts himself back up from the bow and thinks, well, here goes nothing. He places a hand on Ron's shoulder, Ron looks quite confused, and Harry pulled him into a hug and quickly kisses his cheek with a chuckle. He leans away, Ron scowling and wiping at his cheek, and Harry smirks and goes to Seamus with a wink at Dean.

Dean glares and rushes over to Seamus. He is not letting Harry kiss his boyfriend even if it's on the cheek. He pulls Harry away, quickly slips his arm around Seamus' waist and sneers at Harry, "He's mine!" then he leads Seamus away from the group and looks back at Seamus with a smile, placing a kiss on his mouth. Seamus hesitates in the kiss for a moment but then kisses back as he realised just who this is he's kissing just by the captivating scent of his cologne and the colour of his eyes.

Harry grins at their leaving figure but then sees Hermione walking over to him, her fists holding her dress up just above her ankles. Oh crap. He would have thought kissing Ron would defuse the tension if Ron finds out about this all. He was ready for an angry Hermione, he knows he can survive, only just.

But instead of Harry thinking he's going to get slapped, Hermione just walks around him without a glance and reaches for Ron. He decides to leave them be and go to the person he's wanted to see all night. Draco still sat at the same round table with Pansy but still looked all sad. It made him a little guilty to see his boyfriend looking so down. "Good evening," he said, and behind his back he made a pretty red rose appear, which he then held in front of him to Draco. "What a beautiful soul you are, and such beauty cannot compare to such a delicate flower."

Pansy giggles at the mysterious masked man, having an obvious liking to her best friend with the rose and the compliments. Merlin, someone find her a masked lady.

"Why, hello there," Draco says, a light blush rose to his cheeks and he took the rose from the masked bloke. "And thank you. I'm flattered." He sniffed the rose with a smile. "Honestly though, where is Harry? My lovely boyfriend should be given a rose too." He wanted to make it clear to this guy that he's taken.

Harry just wanted to say I'm right here. But he shall save that for later. He doesn't want to ruin the surprise. "Such beauty must be treated delicately, just like a rose." He held out his hand for Draco. "Would you like to dance?"

Draco looked up at the bloke, right into his lime green eyes. Harry's eyes are emerald green, the prettiest shade of green in the world. Not lime. He wants to see those emerald green eyes again. He doesn't want to dance but he doesn't want to sound rude and decline the offer, so he nodded. "Alright."

He had been talking with Pansy about where Harry must be minutes ago. After the talk earlier, Pansy had gotten up from her seat and looked around for Harry to argue with him about how apparently stupid it was to make Draco worry about him and not show his stupidly handsome face and stupidly adorable round spectacles at all during the evening. That was all in his words anyway.

"Fantastic!" beamed Harry. He forced himself not to say 'Brilliant' as that would just be a big giveaway. He looked at the clock. 11: 23.

Draco gave a smile, placed the pretty rose in the pocket of his pyjamas, and then placed his hand on the stranger's warm one. They felt so familiar... What he didn't expect, was the stranger to take his hand up to their mouth and kiss his knuckles. That was kind of sweet, he thought with a rising blush to his cheeks as he stood up.

He knew the mysterious masked stranger, who walked with such good posture, his chin raised lavishly, wasn't taking him to the middle of the ballroom. He was being taken through a set of doors that led out into... a garden? The garden was decorated with weird Halloween props which he guesses are muggle-made. Muggles are actually pretty cool with their props and items.

Draco and the stranger walked to a large patch of grass that was under the shining stars. Well, a roof that looked like it had stars on it. Draco guessed it was charmed to look that way, like the Great Hall.

The song The Vampire Masquerade came on from inside the ballroom. Harry felt giddy and he so wanted to unmask now but he will save that for midnight. Harry gave a little bow first and held out his hand to Draco.

Draco chuckled at the stranger who bowed before him, and he placed his hand over the masked stranger's. The warm hands felt so familiar... But this wasn't Harry. This bloke had a lighter shade of green eyes and brown hair tied up in a ponytail at the back. But those lips looked so much like Harry's, and the round cheeks. But this wasn't Harry, he had to keep telling himself.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand, stood up and with little force, brought Draco closer to him and placed his right hand on the Slytherin's upper waist and his left held the Slytherin's hand.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the mysterious Masquerade dancer because obviously, this guy knows his moves. Well, he hasn't seen this bloke dance yet. He wondered who taught him, as he placed his left hand on the guy's shoulder while his right held the guys' hand. He just hoped, wherever Harry was, that if he came out into the garden, he wouldn't get jealous of him and this stranger. Merlin, he would hate to have to explain it was only a dance.

Harry gave Draco's hand a little squeeze and moved them forwards into a waltz, not looking away from mesmerising silver eyes as they waltzed around the garden. This was the part of the day he was most excited about. Dancing with Draco.

Draco felt embarrassed that he wasn't dressed up in something nice and dance-worthy when this bloke, whoever he is, was dressed quite nicely in such expensive-looking attire. He was quite jealous. All he wore were his pyjamas which still had blood on them. Fake blood he had to tell himself.

They waltzed around and around the garden. Harry occasionally dips Draco to the floor but brings him back up, and twirls him around to continue waltzing. After a couple of minutes had gone, the song toned down meaning it was about to end. Harry raised his hand to Draco's chin and cupped it, his other down by his waist while leaning forward for a kiss. He just wants to kiss him after five bloody hours.

When they were only inches away from kissing, Draco took a step back and just shook his head repeatedly. "No... I'm sorry," he said softly, rubbing his forehead with his fingers and turned away. "I've got a boyfriend. A handsome boyfriend who I love so much and would rather kiss." He looks to his side with a tilted head, "No offence."

Harry smiled adoringly at Draco, the blush showing on his face from what Draco told him. He just adores when Draco compliments him, even if the blonde doesn't know he is complimenting the guy in front of him. "I know," he mumbles, looking down to the grass for a minute. "Harry Potter has told me how much he loves you."

Draco turned and looked back at the bloke; eyebrows raising with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. "He has?" he asks, his voice rising with curiosity.

Harry looks back up at him, nodding. "You know, he told me a lot about you," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile when studying his boyfriend. "How your hair shines perfectly during the day and the night-time, your beautiful cheekbones, gorgeous pointy pale face." His blush reddened, he couldn't stop staring at the blonde Slytherin. "He's told me how much of a beautiful soul you are. He doesn't care about your wealth at all. He just cares about you. He loves you so much."

Draco's smile widened at what the mysterious masked bloke had said. When he finds Harry, he's going to give him a really good snogging session and possible sex unless he's just too tired since it is currently...he doesn't know what the time is.

Harry looked up at the hidden clock in the sky. 11:38 pm. Gosh, can't time fly for once? The last dance, which was another classical piano song started playing in the ballroom. He looked back at Draco and bowed while asking for Draco's hand, "Another dance?"

Draco smiled and nodded. The Mystery masked bloke pulled him into a tight dance position, his hand back on the other bloke's shoulder and his other hand clasped with the bloke's other hand. Draco didn't want to believe it, but he was enjoying the last parts of the night. This masked stranger was fun, romantic, so kind and lovely.

They waltzed around the garden once more, staring into each other's eyes, Harry becoming easily lost in Draco's beautiful silvery eyes, and they focused on the movements of their feet and the rhythm of the song until 11:58. That was when Harry leaned away but he curls his hands around Draco's wrists. "Draco Malfoy, I'm so deep in love with you that it'd take ages to swim down the Marina trench to get to that depth," he says, and hoped to god that didn't sound cheesy.

"Um...sir," mumbles Draco, biting his lip from a smile. "You know-"

Harry reached for his wand in his pocket and pressed it to his throat, non-verbally using the anti-spell to change his voice back to how it normally is. "I know, Draco," he says softly, smiling when he sees Draco's eyes sparkle and when hearing his own voice again instead of a deep voice. "I know how much you love Harry Potter." He looked up at the clock and smiled. In five ... four ... three ... two ... He leaned in and pressed his lips to Draco's soft ones, placing his hand on the Slytherin's cheek and kissing him slowly as he feels his heartbeat rapidly against his chest.

Draco gasps his surprise in the kiss, his heart skipping a beat and his legs suddenly feeling weak as he kisses back for a second. He pulled away and shook his head, ignoring how incredible this guy kisses and how familiar his lips feel. He just feels so guilty, even if the guy kissed him. What if Harry walks into the garden and sees him with this guy together? "Sir, I told you..." he trails off in a mutter.

Harry just smiled as he removed his wig, chucking it on the grass beside him then he took off his mask. Draco's eyes widened. The bloke in front of him looks exactly like Harry except for the eyes. Lime green eyes except for his favourite shade of colour, emerald.

Harry looked up and pulled down his lower eyelid. He slid the contact lenses down to the white of his eye, pinches the lenses between his fingers and removed the contacts. He did the same with his other eye until he had the contacts out. He slid them into his pocket and looked up at Draco while grabbing his glasses from his other pocket.

"H-Harry?!" Draco spluttered as he couldn't believe his eyes and his heart fluttered. Harry was the masked mystery man all this time. "Harry, I was so scared this evening after hearing that bloody announcement!" he blurts, walking up to Harry and hugging him tightly but gave him a fiery intense kiss because he needs to after these long hours of not seeing Harry.

Harry slowly smiled in the kiss, and he didn't realise his body was being lowered down onto the grass. But he let this happen. When he felt Draco on top of him, he opened his eyes while still kissing the blonde and noticed silver eyes were staring back at him. Blushing, he placed his arms around Draco's neck which brought the Slytherin closer to him.

When Harry parted his mouth for air, Draco slipped his velvety tongue inside and began exploring deeply into the dark-haired Gryffindor's mouth. Exploring the sides of Harry's mouth, the roof of his mouth and twinned their tongues together.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to actually kiss you," Harry blabbered out, his eyes looking deeply into silver and his lips moist from Draco's delicious addicting saliva.

"Yeah, well if this bloody Halloween prank thing wasn't planned, you'd probably be kissed all over by me in bed," Draco responded with a slow smirk, liking the idea even if it's midnight. He wouldn't mind having a bit of fun, even here, in this garden, where people can walk in on them. Harry smiled and played with his boyfriend's tousled blonde hair.

He also realises something, as he stares deeply into Harry's green eyes. Back when he was alone at the table he sat at, he had been looking for Harry through the crowds. Now that he knows what the masked man costume Harry was wearing looks like, he also knows that Harry had been kissing multiple people on the cheeks. That's not okay at all. He's bloody jealous because those people got kisses before him. He won't get revenge because there's nothing to vengeance on, but he will make sure Harry makes up for it. "So, want to tell me why I saw you kissing your masked friends?" he asks of him flatly, sitting up on his knees, crossing his arms, and gave him a serious look.

Harry flushed a little as he sits up. "I was just excited because I could act however I wanted to and I couldn't wait to see you," he tells him, voice low and filled with guilt. "I know that's no excuse but Hermione may have told me that men in the 1800s would kiss the women they dance with on the cheeks as a thank you, and I just wanted people to see this is as something romantic because well, it's a ball dance with mysterious people dressed in masks," he says rather quickly, rubbing the back of his head, and he then takes a deep breath to continue. "So then I kissed Dean after the dance he and I shared, and at first, I never thought anything of it. When I got to dancing with Hermione, she tells me after the song that men actually didn't do that. I thought, well shit, Seamus and Ron are probably going to be pissed that I kissed their lovers."

Draco smirks. He hopes Seamus and Ron will get back at Harry somehow. "So you were thinking that it was okay to kiss others because you were excited to be in a costume?" he asks Harry glumly, and Harry nodded quickly, grinning slowly. He rolls his eyes and sighs when looking back at the door into the ballroom. Unpleasantly, he sees Pansy staring at them with wide eyes and the palms of her hands flat against the glass windows. What a creep. "I won't forgive you for that yet," he looks back at Harry firmly. "You will have to make it up to me somehow."

Harry purses his lips at him, thinking about how he can make it up to Draco. "I'm sorry, Draco," he says softly, frowning as he pulls Draco back down onto him until his back is flat on the ground, and he can feel Draco's cock through the thin material of his green silk pyjamas. He could feel his previous boner come back. "But it was just a kiss! It didn't mean anything. It was only for a laugh. Well, it was funny for-"

Draco shuts him up with a kiss. He's still mad at Harry and isn't showing it, and he's trying to come up with something for Harry to make it up to him. But he knows that he won't stay mad at Harry forever. He can't stay mad at his lover for too long. It's just...impossible "By the way, who were you?" Draco asked him, sitting back up on his knees, and he stroked Harry's hands. "What costume were you wearing?"

"I was Freddie Krueger," said Harry simply, smiling up into orbs of silver. "You know..." He then sits up and caressed Draco's cheek with his index finger, tilting his head to the side and leans forward. "You're a really pretty boy."

Draco felt himself blush from the familiar compliment and smiled wider than ever. He just couldn't believe he didn't recognise Harry under the Freddie costume. He knows all of Harry's curves and edges by the amount of time he has kissed Harry's body, and his mind and lips had memorized all of him, and he loves Harry's entire body and being. He knows where Harry loves to be kissed, where he is ticklish and where his most sensitive spots are which he always pinches or rubs whenever they're making out. "I love you, Harry," he mumbles.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry leaned up, capturing Draco's lips in a soft kiss again. Everything around them was forgotten. The Masquerade Ball. The garden they were in. The students dancing inside the ballroom. The music played in the background. Just everything was forgotten except for each other, and they wanted to give each other as much love as they possibly could. After, Harry pressed his forehead to Draco's. "Shall we head back inside?"

"Can I have one last dance with you, Harry James Potter?" Draco asked him in a soft, wanting voice that would make Harry beg for anything he wanted and of course, he will get it.

Harry beamed, "I would love that." But when they stood up, Harry reached inside his pocket and pulled out Draco's wand and held it out to him. "Here's your wand, by the way. I fou-"

Draco kissed him, taking his wand from Harry, and placing his other hand on the back of Harry's neck as he pockets his wand. Then after the kiss, they began to dance one last time. It wasn't a slow dance, just a waltz together, staring into each other's eyes as they glide across the grass, just two souls in love.

After the last dance, they headed back inside the ballroom. It seemed that most people had left except for a few students wearing their Masquerade outfits who danced with their partners. Hermione, who was unmasked and dancing with Ron, and Dean was unmasked and dancing with Seamus. That just left Neville, who was still masked and dancing with Blaise.

Harry sighed his disappointment at his dorm mate and walked up to them with Draco. Did Neville forget that he's wearing a mask or is he just too afraid to take the mask off? "Where's that bravery, Neville?" he asks Neville loudly.

Blaise looked at Harry curiously then at the masked man he was dancing with. "Neville?" He asks, voice raising sceptically as he lifted the other young man's mask up and gasped in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. It was Neville. A blushing Neville.

Neville swallowed down his nerves and nodded. "I... sorry, I was supposed to unmask at midnight," he mumbles, feeling a little shamed so he looked down at the floor, his blush darkening. "I guess I got carried away."

Draco and Harry began to laugh quietly at that, knowing Neville probably did get carried away with Blaise on the dance floor.

"Right," said Harry at once, smiling brightly at the two boys who seem oblivious that they like each other. "Draco and I are going to leave you two alone so enjoy yourselves!"

"Mm-Hmm," said Blaise quietly as he was too busy staring into Neville's eyes and holding him in the dance to even care where Draco and Harry were going.

"Harry, can we dance for a little while longer?" Draco then asked Harry, and he leans toward Harry's nose and kisses it. He grins at the blush he sees rising to Harry's handsome face. "Even though you scared the living hell out of me, I still want this night to be something to remember." But he was already pulling Harry to the middle of the dance floor and Harry gladly accepted the dance.

And after the dance that left them a little tired, as it was midnight, they decided to head out and be on their way to their required dormitories for some sleep. However, as Draco pushed the white doors open that led out into the dark hallways of the Funhouse, he froze as he had no idea where to go.

Harry knew what was going through Draco's head just by a feeling. The boy was lost. "Just follow me, my love," he tells him and assures him that there is a way out of the Room of Requirement. "I know how to get out. I did design this place with Hermione and Dean if you didn't know."

Draco intertwines hands with him and lets Harry lead him out of what Harry called a 'Funhouse' and he just couldn't believe it. There were trap doors and invisible doors everywhere in the Funhouse that he just couldn't believe he missed. There were doors leading into the maze of mirrors, and Harry showed him how he appeared in the maze of mirrors and disappeared.

"You're incredible, Harry!" says Draco when staring at all the trap doors around him that he missed when he first came into the Funhouse with Pansy and Blaise. He turned to Harry and began to kiss him all over his face. Harry began laughing at Draco's little loving gestures and he pulled him closer for a side hug.

They continued through the Funhouse, and Harry led him into hallways which lead directly to the front of the Funhouse until they were out of the Room of Requirement and looking out into the corridors.

"I want to spend the night with you, Draco," Harry then mutters, and Draco looks at him with a smile and nods. Just the look in each other's eyes told them that they wanted to do more than snuggle, kiss, and hug in one of their beds. "But which bed?"

"How about yours for a change?" Draco suggests, raising his eyebrows a little. He smirks as he says, "I'm sure Blaise, Theodore, Crabbe, and Goyle have had enough of hearing me screaming your name during the night, and the other way around."

Harry blushed and just hoped they weren't being overheard by students or worse... professors. "Dracoooo!" he whined softly, and Draco only kissed him and began walking up to Gryffindor Tower with him.

Harry said the password to the Gryffindor common room portrait, and they entered in. They crept past a few students in the common room and went up the stairs whilst holding hands. The other Gryffindors were asleep, as who would actually stay up past midnight? Except for the students who were either too scared to go back to bed from the "freaks" they saw running around and killing everyone, or they just couldn't go to sleep at all.

They were finally up in the six years boys' dormitories with excited smiles, and as Draco closed the door behind them, Harry closed the distance between them in a kiss that started slow and innocent, to a rough kiss with a mixture of tongue and saliva. Draco moaned in Harry's mouth, and while still kissing, they went to Harry's bed. Harry took one second just to crawl up to the pillows of his 4-poster white bed, and Draco just stared down at him while crossing his arms.

"What the sodding hell do you think you're doing?" Draco asked him at once, not looking amused at all. Harry raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He didn't know what his blonde Slytherin wanted for a few seconds, and then it came to him. "I'm bottoming, Harry. You got my favourite green silky pyjamas all messy and bloody, I had to watch my friends die right in front of my eyes and it was all your bloody idea. So, I better get treated right during our love-making. Not to mention I saw you kissing Dean Thomas, Granger, Weasel, and Longbottom on the cheek!"

Harry rolled his eyes, loving the way Draco gets all bossy and needy when irritated. It was hot as fuck! But he knows he deserves it. "Alright, pretty boy," he says smoothly and bites his lip at the thought of being deep inside Draco's warm arse again, and the feel of his cock jerking in excitement. "You'll get what you want." He crawled away from the pillows, and to the side of the bed so Draco could get on the bed and lie down. "But I don't know how this is a punishment," he added and slipped his hand underneath Draco's shirt, feeling the soft skin on his flat stomach. Such a mesmerising feeling.

"The only thing punishable you'll do is fuck me as hard and rough up the arse as you can go," Draco says in a quiet, but demanding voice that leaves Harry feeling like he could come already at Draco's words. Harry just couldn't take it. He crawled over Draco and got back to kissing roughly with his tongue.

Harry unbuttoned his tailcoat jacket. He trailed his fingertips over the unmistakable bulge in Draco's trousers before crawling down to the other side of the bed so Draco could flop gracefully down onto the pillows. Harry looked down at Draco and felt a stab of insane desire shoot through his groin.

"On your knees, Harry," Draco demanded with a smirk. "I want to come in your mouth."

It wouldn't have mattered what Draco said to him after that. Harry would have done anything, absolutely anything Draco told him to. He worked his way between Draco's widely parted thighs and gave his hands free rein and he ran his palms up and down Draco's legs, feeling the subtle twist of muscles beneath the surface as Draco pushed up into his caresses.

Harry never knew how he kept his hands steady as he worked Draco's pyjama bottoms loose and tugged them off. Draco slipped further down into the mattress as Harry's fingers traced over the straining fly, making a slow tease out of flipping the buttons open. He parted the fabric of the pyjama bottoms reverently, revealing silky navy blue shorts, with a sizeable damp patch decorating the stretched material. He could smell Draco. He smelled so fucking good that Harry's mouth started to water at the thought of being filled with Draco's beautiful hot, hard cock.

On an impulse, Harry bent over Draco's lap and rubbed his nose and his mouth across the wet silk, pressing the flat of his tongue onto Draco's shaft. Draco groaned loudly and clamped a hand to the back of Harry's head, holding him in place so there was no escape, not that Harry could think of anywhere else he'd rather be.

He brought his hands up and fiddled with the tiny buttons holding the shorts closed. He couldn't get them open! He started to panic a bit, bubbling over with eagerness to get to Draco. He could see a good few inches of coveted flesh poking out above the waistband of the underwear, but there wasn't enough room to pull them down so that he could cup Draco's sac in his palm as he ate him, squeezing him gently and turning the heat up. Why won't they come undone?! he cursed silently.

Of course, every tickle and press of Harry's hands into his groin made Draco moan and thrust up into the touches. Harry was getting more and more dismayed at his inability to negotiate the tiny buttonholes. In a sudden fit of temper, he gritted his teeth, jabbed his fingers into the gaps between the buttons and ripped the fabric apart."Merlin, Harry," Draco gasped heatedly, just adding more fuel to Harry's already raging fire.

In the tattered remains of Draco's shorts, Harry managed to work Draco's erection loose until it was finally free. He was moaning quietly to himself, almost-but-not-quite overlooking the painful throb of his own cock constricted in his trousers.

He sat back for a moment so he could drink in the sight before him. The vision of Draco's shiny, purpled erection jutting out of his fine blonde hair was the stuff of lifelong fantasies. Draco reached forward and held Harry's cheek for a moment, and they looked up at each other, faces both full of delicious anticipation. When Draco traced a finger along his lips, Harry parted them and tasted the skin with the tip of his tongue, testing its resistance and judging it perfect. Draco sighed loudly and dragged the finger back, pressing it just past Harry's lips and into his mouth. Harry pursed his lips around the finger and lapped at it hungrily.

"Mmm," Draco sighed expressively.

When Harry opened his mouth again, Draco drew a second finger across his bottom lip and Harry sucked them both inside, slurping wetly at them as Draco slowly fed them in and out. Harry teased Draco with his eyes, loading his gaze with a thousand obscene thoughts, and holding him completely captivated with a mere look. Harry reached up and held Draco's hand steady as he opened his mouth wider and made a show of fellating the fingers suggestively, sparking two burning patches of red on Draco's cheeks. Watching Draco fall apart because of him was incredibly empowering. Every nerve ending in his body thrummed and vibrated with erotic tension.

Harry closed his eyes as he explored the flesh invading his mouth. He whimpered unashamedly around them, forcing his tongue into the dividing crease and parting the fingers wide until he could lick right into the little vee where they met Draco's palm.

"Please," Draco whispered, almost too quietly to be heard.

Harry opened his eyes and released the hand, letting him pull his fingers back from their hot, wet torture. He tipped his head back as Draco traced the damp fingertips in a line over the curve of his chin and down his neck until the now dry digits pressed against his hammering pulse.

"I want you," Draco moaned.

That makes two of us, Harry thought with relief as he lowered his head and placed the first moist kiss on Draco's jerking, sticky shaft.

"Oh," Draco sighed, flexing his body and pushing up into Harry's face. His hands were kneading at Harry's scalp, jerky and a little rough as his composure failed.

The satin softness of Draco's wet end rubbed a line across Harry's cheek. He ground his face into it, feeling the springy firmness against his cheekbone. His hand crept up and tickled the little coarse hairs on Draco's shrunken, hard little sac, circling the ball of flesh and digging his fingers in around it.

Draco's body was in constant motion under Harry. His hips twisted and pumped; a mixture of reflexive responses and calculated movement. Harry's tongue lapped hard at Draco's shaft, revelling in the slippery wetness that coated the upper end. He used his teeth to graze along the swollen length, loving the sound of Draco's torment above him. He felt his hair being pulled into painful fistfuls and pulled his head away so that his scalp screamed at him to stop it, but the stinging sensation merely pushed his need to please Draco higher.

"Eat me," Draco groaned. "Please."

He didn't want to refuse him anything. Harry pulled his head back and lifted Draco's shaft away from his body so that he could lower his mouth right over it. He stretched his mouth wide to accommodate him, yet still, it rubbed against the circumference of his lips. There was just so much of him. Oh, god, Harry thought, as he felt warm wetness spread in his groin. He didn't think his cock could leak this much without actually coming. It made him laugh that even with all his saliva pooling in Draco's lap, his own was probably the wetter one.

His anus was clenching and relaxing in almost painful pulses, wishing it were that orifice that Draco was going to abuse. When he pursed his lips around Draco, Harry felt sure he heard the sound of tears in the strangled sob that slithered over his skin. The sense of power, of ownership, surged over him and he devoured Draco with noisy enthusiasm, loving the pleas and praise Draco showered on him. He withdrew his mouth to the sound of Draco begging him not to, but the begging turned to groans of pleasure as he flicked the pointy tip of his tongue over the very end of him, teasing the little seeping slit and sighing his gratitude for the succulent, salty-sweet flavour streaming over his taste buds.

Harry raised his face and looked up at Draco. His eyes were screwed shut in a look of excruciating pain, but Harry knew what it really meant. He used his hand to masturbate Draco lightly, stroking at his erection just enough to make the domed end bob and bounce against his lips. He couldn't help but touch himself, too. He pressed into his groin with the heel of his other hand, not knowing whether he was trying to distract himself from the aching throb there or spark greater pleasure. Whatever his purpose, he succeeded in doing the latter, rubbing his groin hard enough to hurt but ultimately pushing himself closer to coming.

Draco opened his eyes at the change in tempo. Harry could see the struggle for control in Draco's face. He did not want to come yet, but Harry didn't know how much longer he could wait. He wanted what Draco had; wanted to drink him down and feel the hot spurts against the back of his throat as he came. He wanted Draco to shout his name when he did. He slid his mouth back over Draco, never breaking eye contact as he tracked every hitched breath and every flutter of his eyelids.

Draco fought so hard to hang on, but in the end, Harry won.

Maybe it was the regular tap-tap-tap on the end of Draco's cock as it hit the back of Harry's throat on each pass of his mouth that did it, or even the gentle squeeze of his gag reflex as Draco fought to push past it and failed. It could have been the steady pressure of Harry's fingertips as he rubbed purposefully against the pulsing vein along the entire length of Draco. But most of all, Harry hoped it was the sight of his dark head bobbing up and down in Draco's lap, of his lips stretched tightly around Draco's unbelievable shaft.

"Oh, I'm-" was all Draco managed to choke out before the first jet of hot, salty come coated the back of Harry's throat. "Harry!" Draco bellowed, pushing him that last fraction of an inch so that he fell headlong over his own edge and came himself, grinding his enclosed bulge into his grasping hand frantically, as though the motion could make him orgasm any harder.

Harry had a moment of panic when he couldn't breathe around Draco. He was mid-swallow when his own orgasm ripped out of him, causing a reflex action to suck in lungfuls of breath. He stiffened all over for a split second before the sensation left him, and he went back to savouring the taste of Draco in his mouth as his own wet heat spread across his groin. He sighed, sated, around Draco, eliciting a warm chuckle from above him and feeling a gentle hand stroking his hair.

After long moments, Harry slowly slid his mouth off Draco's slightly softer penis and rested his forehead against his hip, pulling long, calming breaths into his body and flexing his stiff muscles. Draco continued to pet his hair, flopped bonelessly on the mattress he was.

Harry sighs and licks his lips, causing Draco to smirk, "You're not done yet, Harry. You still get to fuck me, unless you're scared," he mocked.

"You wish, Draco," Harry mutters and starts undoing his own trousers which took him a few long seconds to do as the pants were made with Italian materials. "Turn over, he commanded and Draco did exactly what he was told, still smirking at how dirty this fucking would probably be. And he wanted it so good and dirty.

Draco knew when Harry's trousers were down because the end of his gorgeous cock jabbed into his backside. He wriggled back against it, and he felt Harry's hands circle his waist roughly, tugging at his clothes until his rich jacket was thrown aside and his shirt was ripped off his torso.

Harry's face rested against Draco's shoulder. His burning breath scalded against his ear and he heard Harry grind out, "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" There was real aggression in that voice, and Draco's knees felt weak in the face of such an overpowering onslaught. He made a wobbly, high-pitched noise in reply that was half a swallow and half a moan. He felt a sticky-slick finger press between his barely parted buttocks and force a path inside him, pumping in and out in long, hard strokes. Draco cried out heatedly, and he heard Harry laugh at the sound of his submission.

As Harry shoved a second finger inside, Draco heard Harry say, "Do you know why I'm going to do it?" He seemed to spit the question out, taunting Draco to give the right answer or else. It was too confusing. He couldn't process Harry's meaning. All he could do was succumb to the stabbing, hot pleasure of Harry's fingers widening his hole commandingly, and feel the slide of Harry's forearm against his bare cheeks. He pushed himself back hungrily, begging for ill-treatment at the hands of his boyfriend. And Harry merely laughed all the harder. Draco did everything he could to spread his legs wider, begging silently for his good, hard fucking.

The third finger never came. When Harry withdrew the two and moved backwards slightly, Draco knew Harry wanted him tight. God, he was going to be so tight that Harry would tear him to pieces. He heard himself beg, "Please, Harry. Please," as he felt the blunt, slippery-wet end of Harry's cock streak over one buttock and press into the furrow of his hot crack. And then Harry was grunting through gritted teeth and driving past that too-tight opening and burning a grinding, slow path up inside his body. Draco cried aloud and Harry bit into his shoulder hard.

Harry pushed deeper into Draco's anus and wrapped his fingers with Draco's, up against the mattress. Draco gripped for his life, squeezing hard enough to distract himself from the delicious, all-encompassing pleasure/pain Harry was inflicting. He tilted his hips as far up as they would go and pushed himself another inch or two onto Harry. His entire body throbbed in sympathy with his hole until he felt like a stone in the centre of a ripple of ever-expanding shockwaves.

Harry ripped his attacking teeth off Draco's shoulder. And then he started to pull back out of Draco's passage, making the movement slow and threatening. Before he was too far out, Harry shoved those same few inches back inside and Draco sobbed so hard he thought he'd shed tears for a few long seconds. Harry worked his hips backwards and forwards, loosening those screaming muscles and feeding Draco physical and mental rapture by the inch.

Harry's thrusts developed a steady rhythm, ploughing a wide path into Draco as they both gasped and panted and moaned.

Draco felt elated. He was screwing his face up in concentration as he fought to keep pace with Harry, pushing back as much as he was allowed, frustrated because Harry wouldn't come all the way inside him. The fiery heat inside Draco turned down a notch or two as Harry stroked in and out, no longer forcing the muscles, but instead giving them a much-wanted intrusion to cling to, and cling he did. Draco clenched himself as tight as possible and Harry hissed loudly behind him and groaned in unadulterated bliss as he worked Draco at a steady pace.

"More," Draco choked out, reduced to begging, but knowing that Harry loved it. Harry's pace didn't change, and his groin still did not press up against Draco's backside before he withdrew again each time. Tormenting himself with his need for more, Draco came close to tears, harshly swallowed down as he pleaded over and over with Harry. But he was not answered with actions.

Dean and Seamus had just entered the room but froze at the moan coming from beside them. They both looked to the side of them at Harry's bed, which had its drapes closed around the bed and thank Merlin for that. Nobody wanted to see what goes behind those curtains. They both knew whose moan that was. Draco's. They've heard his moans many times, as well as Harry's. Not wanting to disturb the two wizards making love to each other, Dean and Seamus went to their beds and got ready for sleep.

Soon after them, Neville came into the room with a smile on his face but when hearing moans, he froze and looked at Harry's bed. He swallowed and looked at the two wizards on their own beds beside him. Dean was reading and Seamus was just staring up at the ceiling of his 4-poster. When Seamus looked his way and smirked, asking non-verbally if he isn't going to spend the evening with Blaise, Neville just shook his head and went to his own bed. All that was left was Ron, who was probably with Hermione and still in the ballroom.

"No," Harry told him slyly, burying his face in Draco's neck as he said it. "You need to moan for me." He kissed the dip below Draco's ear roughly before chuckling. He withdrew his cock almost all the way out of Draco's body.

"No! Don't, please," Draco howled, almost broken apart with desire. He felt Harry's body move back from his own so that they were only touching at the hands and the groin.

"Mm," Harry sighed. "If only you could see what I can see," he said as he slid back into Draco's greedy heat. But the sight appeared to prove too much for Harry because he pressed himself the length of Draco's back and upped the pace, still going nowhere near the depth Draco wanted. "Touch yourself," Harry whispered, and even with his quiet tones, Draco did not mistake Harry's intent; it wasn't an option.

Draco slid a hand out of Harry's grasp and pushed it down towards his groin, amazed by the slippery liquid dribbling down himself that he hadn't noticed before in his sensory overload. However restrained Harry's thrusts were, as soon as Draco laid a hand on his own erection, his orgasm slammed into pinpoint focus and he gave himself maybe five pumps of his fist before he emptied himself on the mattress, shouting aloud in ecstatic abandon.

The orgasm was blinding. Draco's vision blacked out for a split second and all he could see were abstract shapes bouncing before his eyes. As he gasped a deep breath in, he realised how dry and sore his throat was. He felt a moment's worry that he had been far too loud and then let it go. Oh, what the fuck, he thought, reaching his free hand back and gripping one of Harry's hips, coaxing him on to his own pleasure.

"Shit, Draco," Harry hissed, grinding harder into Draco's hole. Then, in a smaller, slightly embarrassed voice, Harry murmured, "Why do you have to be so bloody tall? I can't frigging reach any farther."

Even despite the amazing feeling of finally having Harry inside him again, and savouring every single sensation in his body, Draco was distracted enough by Harry's words to laugh. It was just a half-hearted chuckle at first, but then the irony of their situation tickled him, and he laughed a bit more until finally, he was struggling to breathe around his humour. But through all of it, he thrust his hips back, tempting Harry with his firm backside and his complete bodily compliance.

Harry laughed a little too, but it was a more panicked laugh than Draco's. The laugh turned into a loud, low moan, and Draco knew Harry was going to come anyway. His laughter died away in an instant and he bent his knees just enough to let another fraction of Harry's cock inside him. "Come on, Harry," he murmured. "Give it to me. I'm only an inch taller than you."

Harry's orgasm was as loud as Draco's, and Draco's ego inflated more than a hot air balloon on flight day. He wished he could feel the spurts hitting inside him, but he couldn't, however hard he focused. He had to settle for the equally erotic liquid warmth of Harry's come spreading and dripping downwards as Harry worked himself less and less, finally drawing to a complete stop, resting in against his back.

Draco collapsed down onto the bed, taking Harry with him and they both chuckled. When Harry leaned up a little and pulls out of Draco's hole, Draco turned back around so he faced his lover and sighed. "My beautiful sexy man-beast," he cooed and reaches up to feel his lover's chest. Harry smirks, and he reaches down to Harry's cock and points it back at his arse hole. He wanted Harry to fuck him in this position now. "Please?"

Harry just smiles and raises an eyebrow, knowing what it's like to want a round two of sex. "Why, my love?" he asks him quietly and leans down until he's on his elbows and over the top of him.

"Do it and you'll see," Draco says and gives Harry's nipple a little squeeze, making the Gryffindor groan and shuffle back a little. He spread his legs out wide and waited for that incredible feeling of the head of Harry's cock to pass his entrance. It took a few seconds and Harry got him by surprise, making Draco gasp and then groan at the incredible feeling of Harry's cock slowly pushing into him again.

When Harry was halfway in, he leans down and Draco starts attacking his lips with sloppy kisses filled with tongue and it just rills Harry up inside. That's exactly what Draco wants. Harry pushes an extra inch in, making Draco moan in his mouth and then pushed him up. Harry was a little confused as he thought Draco wanted this but apparently not.

The Slytherin licked his lips with a hungry grin, and he wraps his hands around Harry's neck which helps him push up until he was seated above Harry's lap. Harry's cock is still halfway up his anus, he wriggles down with throaty moans until Harry's cock was seated fully inside him and he smiled satisfyingly. "I love you, Harry Potter," he whispers, his silver eyes gawking into orbs of emerald green.

He didn't even give Harry time to answer as he connected his lips back onto Harry's with passion and slightly rocked himself back and forth on Harry's dick, riding him with every ounce of pleasure that built up in his arse and groin. All he wants is to feel Harry fill him up inside again with his beautiful sickening sweetly-sour spunk.

Harry let his lover do his own thing for a little while until the Slytherin's kisses began to slacken. He slowly lowered himself down onto the bed as Draco continued riding him. He groans as Draco's hands find their way to his nipples and he rubs and squeeze at them until they become close to rock solid. Draco pistons and circles his hips faster around Harry's cock and it doesn't take long until Harry squirts the long pulses of his semen into him which satisfies the blonde Slytherin.

Draco sighs happily and finds Harry's hands which lay on either side of him and he intertwines them with his own. "You're forgiven, Harry," he mumbles, squeezing his arse tight over Harry's cock again. Harry feels relieved that he's forgiven for worrying Draco all night and kissed a few of his friends without his permission, and bucks his hips up, making Draco moan and bite his lip.

"Oh, and Harry... you're going to live to regret this bloody prank you played on nearly everyone in the school," Draco tells him in a soft and tired voice. "The Slytherins will all get you back for this. You should watch your back."

Harry now felt a little scared about his near future and what these Slytherins could do to him. And what he hopes is for the whole school to not gang up with the Slytherins and get back at him in a large group. Oh, how interesting and terrifying that would be for him. He wouldn't even know how they will get them back so he can't get ready for whatever comes his way. Dear Lord save him. "I love you too, Draco Malfoy," is all he says as his mind comes up with plans to hide in one of the secret bedrooms so nobody could find him.

Draco smiles and reaches a hand down to Harry's face, caressing his cheek firmly. He wants to be closer to Harry if that is possible. He leans down, Harry's dick still inside him, and he lays down on Harry's sweaty chest. He breathes in the scent of pine and sighs.

Harry's arms come up and wrap around his boyfriend's back tightly, not wanting him to leave his side. He turns them around so that Draco's now lying on the bed, his blonde head on the pillows, and Harry pulls out of Draco's hot arse with a smile, the Slytherin pouting up at him. He chuckles at him and quickly glances down at the Slytherin's arse which was expanded the size of his cock and he leans over for a slow kiss before lying beside Draco with an arm around him.

"That was surely interesting to hear," said Seamus, smirking over at Dean. The three teenagers began to laugh at them, and Harry hesitated when hearing his dorm mates in the room with him. He pondered how long they had been in the room for. He didn't mind though. As long as they enjoyed the...noise.

Draco doesn't remember the rest of that evening very well – Harry had fucked him again until he had passed right out and then Draco had woken up sometime around four AM, ravenous and demanding to be fed anything containing pickled onions.

All Harry did was complain quietly to Draco for waking him up and he summons Kreacher into the room and sleepily asks to bring Draco pickled onions. He was thankful Kreacher actually did what he was told, but thought that it was probably because Draco was Pure-blood and related to Kreacher's mistress.

He closed his eyes when hearing Draco chomp loudly on his pickled onions and cheese on crackers that Kreacher had given him, and he tried to go back to sleep. Just when he was on the brisk of sleep, he feels soft wet lips kiss his forehead and he smiles, turns around and places an arm around Draco to be closer to him as he finally gets some sleep.

*****

Harry grinned when the mail came through, and Hedwig flew in with a big parcel. It took some time to be able to actually receive this parcel. After all, it was muggle items he brought, just like on Halloween. He tore open the package, grinning at the box and opened it from the flaps.

"What have ye got there, Harry?" asked Seamus, looking into the box with multiple coloured items wrapped in plastic which he had no idea what they were.

Dean, who sat next to Seamus looked into the box and smiled. He hasn't seen those items in ages.

Harry grabbed out the familiar dark blue packaging of candy and opened it. "These are smarties," He said simply. He paused and smirked, wondering if what he had in mind would work. "They make you smart."

Dean could have laughed. He knew what Harry was doing. Daft idiot.

"Oh, really?" said Seamus, intrigued, and Harry nodded. He held out his hand, wondering what they taste like. "Can I have some?"

Harry nodded again and poured some smarties into the Irish boy's palm. "They're chocolate flavoured, in case you are wondering," he tells him flatly, placed the box back in the package and searches for his favourite candy - Turkish Delight.

The sound of chocolate made Seamus' mouth water and he licked his lips, picked up a single Smarty and dropped it in his mouth. He bit into the small chocolate and hummed with approval, liking the new but different flavour. But he didn't feel any different after it, so he ate the rest. He still felt the same. "I don't think it's working," he mumbles, confused.

Harry couldn't help but laugh as he grabbed a packet of Everton mints, Vimto Lollipops and Walkers Treacle Toffee slabs. "They're muggle sweets, Seamus," he tells him, and he unwraps a Turkish Delight and bites into it. "Just normal non-magical muggle sweets."

Seamus looked down at the muggle sweets on the table that Harry grabbed out of the box, but there still were a few more candies in the box that he could see. He grabbed a little packet of what looked like blue and white balls. "What are these?"

"Mega sour blue raspberry candies," said Harry, smiling at his curious dorm mate. "You can have some if you want. Just don't-" Seamus ripped open the packet and it exploded, sending sour raspberry balls flying everywhere, in people's food, drinks, which caused a few messes. "-Rip it..." he trailed off and sighed, glad there's another packet of that same sweet in the box.

"Oops...," muttered Seamus, smiling awkwardly. He grabbed a sour raspberry ball from his plate. "Sorry, Harry." He made a noise of approval when he took a bite, the taste of sourness and raspberry filling his mouth.

"That's okay," said Harry, voice low and dulled, and he grabbed three lollipops and stood up from the seat. "Guard my sweets as if your life depends on it," his face was firm, and he reached back into the box, grabbed a small white minty from its open package, and popped a chewy mint into his mouth. "And I mean it. I'm just going to give Draco some lollipops then I'll be back."

"Promise!" Dean tells him honestly with a nod.

Harry nodded and went to the Slytherin table, chewing on the minty. Draco wasn't facing his way, so he kissed his cheek and held his fist up to Draco's eyes, showing him the lollipop.

Draco looked beside him up at Harry and smiled sweetly. "Hello, Harry," he says softly. "What's this?"

"A Vimto lollipop," said Harry simply and sits down beside him. "They're quite nice."

Draco blinks and sniffs the air, then Harry smiles and blows on his nose. Draco breathes in the minty breath of his boyfriend, then smiles and sighs a little dreamily. "So minty," he whispers, looking as if entranced by the scent. "Come here." He brings his hands up, wrapping them around Harry's neck, and he pulls him into a slow kiss.

Harry smiles in the kiss, not realising how mint affects Draco. He didn't realise how powerful muggle candy really is. And does his breath really smell that good?

Draco then leans away, his eyes slowly opening and he locks eyes with Harry and smiles brightly. "I'm sorry, I got a little distracted. A Vim-lolly what?" he asked, confused as he looks at the lollipops in Harry's hand. He knows what a lollipop is, of course. He doesn't know what Vimto is. Is it a type of odd flavour he hasn't heard of?

"A Vimto lollipop is a muggle candy," Harry said simply, a little stunned at Draco and his incredible kisses and soft lips then distracted himself from Draco's lips by taking off the lollipop's wrapper and sticking it in his boyfriend's mouth when Draco parted his lips. His soft warm delicious lips. God.

Draco sucked on the lollipop which tasted like watermelon. Interesting... Would this mean that his breath smells like watermelon now? That wouldn't be so bad.

"Oh, can I have one?"

Harry looked at Blaise, nodded, and handed him the pink wrapped one, which he knew was a strawberry tasting one.

Blaise scanned the wrapper, not knowing how to unwrap such an intriguing object. The wrapper was tightly wrapped around the lollipop. But he eventually got it open with a flick of his wand. He wanted to unwrap it with his hands but that was just too hard.

"I'm going to go back to Gryffindor's table," said Harry at last as he watched Draco happily sucking on his lollipop, "but you're welcome to join me. I brought a load of muggle sweets to share with everyone. So, if you'd like more..."

"Oh, no thanks," said Blaise quickly. He gets candy when he wants it which usually is during Hogsmeade weekends.

"We're good," Draco insists, already feeling the need for more sugary foods increasing. "You know how I am with too much sugar, Harry." He's only joking. The only thing he doesn't like about sugary foods is how addicting it is.

Harry smiled, thinking back to the day when Draco had a full-on sugar rush after a trip to Hogsmeade and the candy store and was practically jumping off the castle walls and was fucking him in his bed nonstop every break during the school day that he could. Until it seemed he ran out of energy and Harry had to help walk or carry him back to his dormitory for a long sleep. That was such an adorable and fun time.

"Yes – of course, I remember that day," said Harry slowly, reaching up and running a hand through the side of Draco's head of blonde hair. "You were hilarious, damn sexy and adorable at the same time."

Draco grinned with the lollipop still in his mouth, but he took it out of his mouth and smacked a kiss on Harry's lips. Harry eagerly kissed back as he tasted watermelon on Draco, but he mostly tasted Draco, and that is all he wants.

"Oh, what happened after Draco and I left the ballroom, Blaise?" Harry asked as he leans away from Draco's addicting kiss, smiling at Blaise when remembering Blaise was too caught up when staring into Neville's eyes on that night of Halloween. "Did you and Neville figure anything out?"

Blaise sighed, shaking his head but smiling and he removed the lollipop from his mouth. "We had one last dance together then decided to leave," he mumbles, slowly waving his lollipop in the air as he thinks about Halloween night. "Just a friendly little hug when we departed."

Harry sighed with awe. But he looked back at the Gryffindor table, catching Neville staring at Blaise. He smirked when Neville noticed he was caught in the act and looked down at his plate. Harry looked back at Blaise, the smirk still on his face. "You know, Blaise, I think Neville likes you."

Blaise blushed, it was clear to see on his dark skin. "Of course, he likes me, Harry," he said lightly, smiling down at his lollipop. "We're friends."

Draco laughed at his best friend. "Harry means Neville really likes you," he says to him slowly, pops his lollipop back in his mouth and puts an arm around Harry. Honestly, where is Pansy? She needs to hear this!

"I repeat myself," said Blaise clearly, "We're friends."

"Oh my god," says Harry, placing his head on Draco's shoulder and shaking it slowly. He couldn't believe this Italian Slytherin. Draco smiled and gave Harry's forehead a kiss. Harry bites his lip, and he looks back at Blaise softly. "We mean he really likes you. More than a best friend."

"Neville and I are the best of best friends, Harry," Blaise says casually, grinning as he hopes this interrogation will die down.

"My fucking god," muttered Harry with a sigh, his hands slapping against his face. "Draco, please say something to him." His voice was muffled under his hands.

Draco smirked at him. "You know, Harry..." he trails off as he caressed Harry's cheek. "I'm reminding you that all us Pure-bloods are still out to get you."

Harry sighed into his hands, wondering if this lark would be effective or boring. He eventually drops his hands from his face and looks down at the table, knowing this is about the Halloween Prank. "Look, I organised the prank because as you should all know, my parents died on Halloween night," he says, leaning forward to grab a piece of bread, not noticing Draco's guilty smile or Blaise ogling Neville. "Instead of just falling asleep and thinking about them, I wanted to do something fun and exciting to give me happy memories for Halloween."

"Pansy's furious because her wand somehow ended up in the bowl of drinkable Ectoplasm which made it all sticky," Blaise says, the flavour of strawberry filling his mouth from the lollipop but he can't be bothered taking it out as he's still looking at Neville. "She wasn't happy. She has gotten rid of all the fake blood out of her pyjamas and slippers she wore that night too."

Harry grinned. He loves the Halloween prank. But he pondered how Pansy's wand got in the fruit punch. "But why just me?" he asks them flatly, only buttering his toast and starts eating it immediately. "Hermione and Dean helped me with the prank too."

"It was your idea, Harry," Draco replies calmly, crossing his arms over the table. "You're going to suffer the wrath of the Slytherins someday."

Harry groaned again and bites down hard on his buttered toast. He was wondering what his boyfriend and Slytherin house has planned for him in the future.

Later that day, when storing his box of sweets under his bed, he cornered Hermione and Ron in the common room. Actually, they were just snogging by the fireplace, but that didn't stop Harry. "You've got to help me," Harry said at once, falling back onto an armchair.

"What is it now, mate?" Ron asked lamely, slightly irritated at being interrupted by his own best mate but didn't show it. He just forced a smile.

"The Slytherins are out to get me," Harry muttered darkly and rubbed the back of his neck. He had no idea what pranks these Slytherins could play. Seamus had already gotten back at him by placing a Dung Bomb in his sheets a few days ago. He admits that was a good prank since it stank up his bed.

Harry threw Seamus' Dungbomb in the fireplace once he removed it from his bed, but that ended badly as it stank up the entire room. So, Harry had remembered grinning as he left the dorm room and decided to just go and sleep with Draco that night which left his dorm mates sleeping in the common room. Suckers.

Ron had got him back by filling his school shoes with mud. And Neville, well, he didn't do anything. He just forgave Harry. Blaise got him back by drugging him with Truth Serum for an entire day, which Harry had admitted too much information about how sexy Draco is when bottoming, and how he wants to try a few rather very sexual things with him like muggle items such as handcuffs, butt-plugs, dildos. It was too embarrassing, and what's worse, it was in the Gryffindor common room surrounded by every one of his dorm mates and friends including Blaise and Pansy. Draco hasn't gotten back at him yet, or Pansy. Just great.

Hermione smiled at Harry and Ron just laughed. "Mate, we can't help you," he says, and Harry shifts his weight uncomfortably.

"Why not?" asked Harry at once, annoyed with his friends who are supposed to stick by his side when he needs them the most.

"Because," Hermione interfered, "the Halloween prank was your idea and you have to suffer the consequences brought to you by the Slytherins. We only helped you, Harry."

Harry glared at his friends before turning away and heading back up to his dorm, where he was safe from pranking Slytherin's and unsupportive friends.

*****

Harry and Draco were in the Slytherin's common room lying down on the black leather couch which faced the entrance to the common room. Harry had his eyes closed as he listens to Draco's calming breathing, the crackling fireplace, and the background noise of Pansy scratching her quill on some parchment behind them.

"Hey, Draco?" Harry suddenly asks in a quiet voice, scrunching his hand in Draco's grey shirt, feeling the soft material but actually wanting to feel the Slytherin's skin underneath his fingertips.

Draco Hmm'd with his eyes closed, letting Harry know he was listening.

"Want to go to the movies with me?" Harry's been thinking of taking Draco back to the cinema to watch a few movies. He still hasn't shown Draco the scary movies like Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street, which he wants to do.

Draco opened his eyes, his silver irises staring into emerald green. "How will we get there?" he then asks, his hand rubbing Harry's arm gently. "It's not a Hogsmeade weekend, and when do you want to see another movie?"

"I was thinking today," said Harry, letting a smile spread across his face as he sits up. "Right now."

Draco leaned up, his elbows supporting his weight when looking at Harry. "Right now?" he asks slowly. Harry nodded and quickly got off the couch.

Draco raised an eyebrow. He was bewildered. What did Harry mean that they were going to the movies now? They don't know how to apparate and no students are allowed outside of Hogwarts, except on the grounds.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand and helped him up from the couch. He then led his Slytherin boyfriend out of the common room and up to the seventh floor of the castle.

Harry stopped at a blank wall, knowing what it was and closed his eyes. I want someplace to watch muggle movies with my boyfriend. He opened his eyes and stared at two normal muggle black doors. He pulled the handle down and opened up the door.

It was a dark room they walked into until they saw the big screen and the lights turned on. Harry smiled and closed the door. It looked exactly like a muggle cinema, and there was a room he could access up the top where he knew there would be the controls and hopefully movies he could pick to play.

Draco's eyes were wide when staring around the room. He was just stunned. He's seen a room similar to this one, but it had a larger screen. And there were only three rows of six chairs spread out in the room, not as big as the cinema he and Harry went to back in London.

"Find someplace to sit, Draco," Harry tells him, and with a kiss, Harry walked up the steps to the control room and searched through the movies they would be watching. There was a range of romances, comedies, and what he wanted, horror. Why not start on Friday the 13th?

He took out the disk and placed it in the disk holder. When pushing the little button with an arrow pointing up, the disk holder moved forward and disappeared into the machine. Harry grinned, turned the volume up to about 50 since it was a room larger than a lounge room and then headed back downstairs. He found Draco sitting in the middle on the left side of the room, so he joined him.

He kissed Draco's cheek and settled down into his seat. What was missing was popcorn and coke. Like the room could hear his thoughts, two buckets of popcorn appeared on their laps and two cokes appeared beside them in the cupholders.

The best part about this room was that there were no boring 15-minute ads to go through. So, the movie had just started.

Harry was eternally snickering at Draco from how scared he got when there was Jason jump scares. The snake nearly spilled his coke a couple of times! He noted how Draco looks away or just gives Harry attention by kissing his cheek, neck, or just relaxing his head on Harry's neck from the screen whenever a girl appears half-naked in a scene. He understands the awkwardness since they've both never seen breasts before, and had never wanted to.

Draco had a favourite character, of course, who was Bill. Why? Harry didn't know. Harry liked all the characters, honestly. Well, some of them, besides the actual dickheads.

They continued to watch the movie until the very end. "Do you want to watch the next one?" Harry asked when playing the credits.

"There's another one?" Draco sounded both surprised but also terrified. How could someone create another horror movie like this where the bad person just kills all the time? It can be funny at times, and unpleasant, but why?

"Yes, there are more than five movies on Jason Vorhees," Harry tells him as he gets to his feet. "Did you want to watch the second one?"

"No thanks," Draco drawled after a beat of thinking. He didn't want to see the Jason guy again. He's afraid he'll have nightmares and won't get some sleep for days. "A different movie, perhaps?"

Harry nodded. When he came back down the stairs from putting on IT, he sat back down next to Draco but put a comforting arm around him. He saw how scared his boyfriend was during the first Friday the 13th movie, so he just wants his boyfriend feeling calm and protective during IT as he knows how scary it is.

Draco was very scared throughout the movie. They were lucky this wasn't an actual cinema as Draco knocked off his coke and his popcorn onto the floor as he wraps his arms tightly around Harry and quickly looks around his surroundings like Pennywise could just somehow appear behind them. Harry just smiles and assures Draco that Pennywise is a character made up by a person and won't be coming to get him. While Draco quickly nods his head, Harry thought the spillage away and just like that, it was gone. No stains or anything.

By the end of the movie, Draco was nearly shaking. Harry frowned a little. This has never happened to him before, and he remembers watching at least five of the Friday the 13th movies, the two IT movies, and Chucky when the Dursleys all went off for the day either shopping or just a big family day trip which gave him enough time to watch at least three a day. But that was then, this is now, and he wants to remember it as a good memory.

They exited the Room of Requirement and Harry decided to take Draco back down to the Slytherin boy's dormitory. He wouldn't leave his snake there alone; he will be there with Draco until he is calm and when he falls asleep. That was just in case his blonde snake woke up from a nightmare, which is a normal thing for people after watching a horror movie.

When entering the Slytherin common room, Draco looked at Pansy, Blaise, and the rest of the Slytherins. He noticed their frowns when they saw him and how scared he looked but gave them a smile.

Blaise nodded and Pansy rushed off to her own dormitory and Blaise went over to his fellow Slytherins to chat to them about a few...minor...things that are totally not suspicious.

When Draco crawled into his own bed in the dormitory, Harry laid next to him, played with his hair, and gave him a slow and innocent kiss. "Remember it was only a movie," he whispered, his hands curling in the blonde hair of Draco's. "It's okay if you wake up from a nightmare. I'll be here with you all day and night."

"Promise?"

Harry smiled, thinking Draco sounds like a five-year-old after that woke from a nightmare or something rather sweet. He nodded. "I promise," he says, and when Draco frowns at him, Harry adds, "I'm not leaving your side."

Draco smiled back and snuggled under his blankets, after a few seconds Harry did the same. Now Draco raised his hand and caressed Harry's cheek before leaning in and placing a kiss on Harry's lips. Then he leaned away from the kiss and rested his head against the pillow with a smirk. "I love you, Harry."

Harry raised an eyebrow at that smirk his boyfriend had on his face but thought nothing of it. "I love you too, Draco," he whispers. Perhaps Draco was only pretending to be scared. But if he were, - that cheeky little bugger! Did he not like the movies? Harry sighed and lowered his head down to the pillow. It took a couple of seconds before he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

After about a few minutes, Draco opened his eyes and stared at a sleeping Harry. So gorgeous. He reached for his wand behind him, pointed it towards the door and sent down a non-verbal Patronus to the common room. "Sorry about this, Harry," he whispered in just an audible voice, but Harry couldn't hear him. "This is what you get for pranking all of us."

Suddenly, the door creaked open and Blaise, and a couple of other male Slytherins who were affected by Harry's prank crept into the room, carrying what they needed for the prank to work. Pansy was a part of it all, but she was in the common room chatting with her roommate Daphne.

Draco grinned at them and slowly nodded, not wanting the slightest movement to wake Harry up. The Slytherins at the door nodded back and got to work.

Draco grimaced at the one Slytherin who was wearing such a familiar outfit.

When the Slytherins had finished in the dormitory, they all got into costumes outside the dorm room. They then walked back in, one Slytherin gave Draco a dagger, and then walked over to the others and waited.

Draco felt disgusted with this oozy stuff he had to put on all over his chest that was supposed to resemble blood. It was uncomfortable and runny. Oh, how he hoped he was good at acting. Here goes nothing. "HARRY!" he shouts.

Harry woke up immediately at the sound of Draco's voice screaming. He realised he wasn't in the Gryffindor dormitory. It was the Slytherins. Of course, he went to bed with Draco after the movie. Draco. He put his glasses on and his eyes widened in horror.

"Harry," Draco whispered in a pained voice, he was trembling all over and looked down at his chest. "H-Help..."

Harry stared in horror at the blood oozing out of his boyfriend's chest and his face paled. He blinked rapidly, hoping this was a dream. But when he heard Draco's moans of pain, he knew this was real and felt the sting of tears well up in his eyes.

"No," he chokes out, cheeks wet with running tears. Harry grabbed Draco's hand, squeezed it and his other hand tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure on the wound, but it just wasn't helping. "Shit, Draco!"

"No, please..." Harry cried, his nails filling up with Draco's blood, so red like crimson. It reminded him too much of his own blood when he cut. He removed that dark thought from his head and quickly grabbed the white sheet from the bed and tried using it to stop the bleeding. Still didn't work.

Harry cried and placed his forehead on Draco's stomach which trails of blood-covered, but a movement in the room caught his eye and he looked up in alarm. The first thing he saw was a large dagger covered in a red substance lying next to Draco, and on the other side of the room was none other than Voldemort himself, with his blood-red eyes, slits for a nose, and his dark green cloak. Voldemort looked a little skinny, but Harry didn't think about that.

He suddenly looks around the room as he sees the dark figures out of the corners of his eyes standing around Draco's bed, and he swallows his fear when seeing such familiar Death Eater Masks. He feels as if all unhappiness has rushed over him like a wave, and he feels the sudden weight of his depression lowering his spirits.

That familiar feeling of knowing his life was at stake came back to Harry. He always felt it when Voldemort was around or during the tasks of the Tri-Wizard. But now, it's come back. He felt for his wand in his back pocket just in case these Death Eaters try charging at him. His mind was too focused on Draco and his state than how Voldemort somehow raised from the Dead and gathered his followers.

Draco slowly reached his hand up to Harry's face, blinking slowly, and placed his hand on Harry's cheek. "I- I...love you, Harry Potter," he gets out quietly. "So..." His voice quietened down as he began to drift off into the darkness. "Much..."

Harry pressed his hand over Draco's, his sobbing uncontrollable, his chest hurting, and his face wet with tears. His free hand cupped Draco's cheek, feeling how warm it was and wanting it to continue staying warm. "Draco, don't leave me," he says gloomily. "Please!"

Harry didn't even get to say how much he loves him back. So, he cried and cried when seeing Draco fade away from existence, the blonde Slytherin's head tilting down, his hand falling from Harry's face, and his eyes slowly closing. When the Slytherin let go of his final breath, Harry began to shake him, trying to get him to stay with him. But Draco just lay emotionless, the blood on his pale skin and grey shirt drying up.

He begins to see his life flashing before his eyes in his mind, but worst of all, he starts getting terrible Flashbacks from early on in his life with the Dursleys to the war. He feels a panic attack coming on, but he tries to ignore it and starts breathing heavily to stop himself from panicking.

Harry whimpered, feeling like he lost a part of him that kept him together, kept him from breaking down, and now that piece was gone. He hugged himself and expelled his breath, feeling pain all over. It's the most pain he's felt in forever. He can't live without Draco. Is this what George felt? But stronger since Fred was his brother. But Draco is Harry's lover, his true love, the only one he wants. And now he's gone, as far as Harry knows.

Out of rage and grief, Harry whips out his wand and Harry storms off the bed and over to Voldemort. Blaise as a Death Eater quickly disarms him with a non-verbal Expelliarmus. Harry suddenly falls onto his knees in front of the dark wizard, looking up at Voldemort, his face wet with tears, and he was feeling like he has lost all hope and everything, so he gives himself up for Death just to be with Draco in the afterlife. He cannot live without Draco. He doesn't want to live without his lover. "Do it," he sobs. "Kill me. I'm nothing without Draco. I don't want to live if Draco's dead."

Blaise jabs his wand into Harry's neck and harshly whispers, "Get up, Potter!" What Harry had said, kind of moved him. And it was a little depressing to hear. Harry did what he was told and rose to his feet, his heart aching and his throat feeling tight. "Move to the bed and lie down!"

Harry walks around the bed and gets on, not looking at Draco beside him as he knows he'll just break down again, and he lies down. He really couldn't help himself but look beside him at Draco, and so he chokes down a sob and sits up.

Harry looked at Draco's palish face, feeling a tear trickle down his cheek. He leaned forward, his hand tilting Draco's head up so the Slytherin faced him. He leaned down, his tears falling from his face onto Draco's cheeks, he didn't even see that Draco winced, and he pressed his lips to Draco's lips as a final kiss.

Draco suddenly chuckled after a beat and kissed back; glad this is over because it just broke his heart to hear how much internal pain Harry was in. Not to mention, he heard Harry say he would rather die than live if he was killed. He tightly placed his arms around Harry's neck to bring him forward.

Harry didn't understand what was going on. Draco had chuckled and was kissing back? But he saw him die! He gasped in the kiss and a slow smile built up. But then anger coursed through him and he kissed back intensely. He pulled away and glared down at Draco. "How dare you," he mutters darkly.

"And that, gentlemen, is how you prank someone hard," said a low voice full of pride, and the other three students dressed as Death Eaters beside him all sniggered. Harry turned his head and glares at the person speaking, though he didn't actually hear what he had said. He recognises the voice through. Anthony Bloodstone, a seventh year.

Draco only smirked and caressed Harry's cheeks, wiping away the tears that spilled only for him. Revenge is oh so sweet.

Harry glanced angrily back at Draco, pushed himself away from him and sat to the side of the bed. "I can't believe you, Draco," he drawls, frowning at him with a sniff. He didn't want to believe his own boyfriend would do such a thing. "You really scared me there."

Draco's face softened when looking at Harry, having a feeling that he's hurt Harry in some way. But it can't have as it was only a prank. "Harry, it was only a prank to get back at you," he tells him flatly as he sat up on his elbows.

"A prank?" asks Harry loudly, his face coloured a brilliant pink. "A prank!" he then snaps, eyes filling with tears again. Harry got off the bed, turned around swiftly and continued to glare at his boyfriend, his fists clenching tightly together. "I thought you had died! Do you know how much it hurt to see you bleeding like that!"

"I'm sorry, okay!" Draco retaliated back softly, straightening up and placing his hands, palms down next to his thighs. He didn't want to have an argument. "I'm sorry. We're all sorry."

"We are?!" Harry bellowed, swallowing hard. "Who else is in on this!"

Draco frowned and looked down at his hands. He didn't want to get his best friends into trouble, or even his own house. it'll be war throughout the entire house.

"Don't ever do that again!" Harry shouted at him, nostrils flaring. "Do you hear me?!" After a beat of a second, he turns away, ignoring the fake death Eaters who had their masks off. He couldn't be bothered looking at their faces. "I can't even look at you right now," he added weakly. "Goodbye Draco." Harry stormed towards the door of the dormitory but picked up his wand from the floor beside Draco's bed, stormed past fake Voldemort, and out to the common room. He just wanted to be alone now.

Draco felt the tears well up in his eyes, asking himself if he had gone too far with this prank. He looked up at Blaise in the costume. "Did we just...?" He trailed off sadly as he didn't want to believe it.

Anthony and his fellow Slytherins beside him slowly walked to the door to escape, but Blaise threw up a non-verbal Colloportus to shut the door.

Blaise took off his mask with a wave of his wand and frowned at his best friend. He shook his head and sat down on Draco's bed. "He's just angry," he tells him softly, placing a hand on his knee. "It is all I can tell."

"Angry at me," Draco corrected him in a low mutter, his mouth a frown. He wiped away the tears that flooded his face onto the back of his hands.

Blaise gave Draco a side hug, hoping the prank wasn't too effective on Harry. It would pain him if Harry broke up with his best friend. But he believed that will never happen. "He'll get over it soon, Draco."

"But what if he won't?" asked Draco at once with a sniff, still hugging himself. "What if he's angry at me forever?"

"Draco, don't put yourself down like that," Blaise said softly, rubbing his best friend's knee lightly. He doesn't want Draco just blaming himself either. It's not just Draco's fault. "He will get over it, but it will just take time."

"I don't have time," Draco says flatly, his chin on his knees and he reaches down to his feet. "Christmas is coming up and I want to take him home with me again." He frowned, thinking he'll never be able to even do that now. "I want him home with me and my mother."

Blaise sighs. "I know," he says, voice low and calm. He slides his hand off Draco's knee and gets up off the bed. He gestures the other four Slytherin males out of the dormitory room. Why were they still here anyway? At least they looked pretty guilty. "Maybe you'll be lucky, or not."

"Like that's supposed to make me feel better," muttered Draco, staring down at his feet, regretting what he had done to anger and upset Harry. He couldn't believe how far he went. All he wanted was to give Harry a sip of his own medicine.

That put a smile on Blaise's face. "Go take a shower, Draco," he said lightly, changing the subject a little and gestures to the door. "You should wash all that fake blood of yourself. I'll go talk to Harry If you want."

"Alright," was all Draco said in a low mutter.

-

Harry stormed down the hallways of the Slytherin dormitories, trying to ignore the painful feeling inside of him. How could Draco do such a thing! Prank about his own murder. Couldn't Draco just use George's colour changing cream and smear it all over his hair during the night? That's innocent and funny in the end. But no, he had to go all this way and fake his murder.

He shrieks and falls backwards onto the floor as a masked fake Death eater surprises him by coming out of the boy's fifth-year dorm room, and soon after, a Death Eater was walking out of every dorm room and heading straight for Harry.

"Piss off!" Harry barks loudly at them, and the Death Eaters raise their wands at Harry. Harry's nostrils flare, and he just feels like murdering all of these little shits who dare continue with this fucking prank.

He breaks into a run and pushes anyone away who gets in his way until he's finally in the common room. He sees a few students just lounging around in the common room, but in the corners, he could see students dressed as Death Eaters with masks over their faces. How dare they even use Death Eaters in a prank when real Death Eaters had killed people or were killed.

"Harry?"

Harry turned around, glaring at the girl named Pansy Parkinson. "What!" he snaps, his fists balling by his side.

Pansy took a step back from him. She's never really seen Harry so angry. "Harry, what's the matter?" she asks him calmly.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked in angered disbelief. "Oh, I don't know! Draco and all you dipshit Slytherin's pranking me by murdering him!" He feels like hitting her and everyone wearing Death Eater Masks. But then that makes him feel terrible inside. Is he turning into his Uncle? "That's what's wrong!"

Pansy crossed her arms over her chest, not liking how angry he was when all it was is just a prank. "Well, maybe he and everyone else was hurt when seeing their best friends die in front of them on Halloween night," she retorts grimly.

Harry looked at her, his expression only angering. "You!" he spits and pointed a finger at her. "You were in on this too!" He shook his head, looking aggravatingly down at the stone floor. "I should have known," he added tightly.

"Maybe I was," said Pansy matter of factly, her lip curling. "Maybe we all were angry at how you and your muggle-knowing friends killed our friends in front of us!"

"It was just a fucking prank!" Harry shouted, his veins throbbing in his neck, and Pansy starts as she stood there. Harry shuts his eyes against the sudden rush of white-hot fury that burns through his veins, pushing up his glasses and pressing trembling fingers to his eyes.

"What is all this commotion about!" snarled Severus Snape, who had to stop reading his book in peace from the shouting only meters away from his living quarters. He saw how angry but upset his son was when he walks into the common room and sighed deeply.

Harry looked at his father, still angered, but he was glad his father came in at the right time. He needed an adult to talk to keep him sane before he hurts and accidentally kills someone.

"Harry, what's the problem," Severus asked him and narrowed his eyes at the young girl. He glances around the room, seeing a few students dressed as Death Eaters. God. He raises his wand and vanishes all the masks from his students' faces, seeing the face of Daphne Greengrass, Henry Jones, Charlie Edwards and a few other younger Slytherins.

"Draco, Pansy, Blaise and your other little Slytherins, because of the prank I held upon them on Halloween night, pranked me by faking Draco's death," Harry grits out, forcing himself to be calm and blinks away his tears. "It hurt s-so much to see Draco dead, next t-to me."

Severus frowned at what Harry was saying. He just couldn't believe his godson would do something so hurtful. Or has his godson forgotten about Harry's depressive state? Harry still goes to his weekly therapy sessions every Thursday. He's gotten a little better, but still has mental breakdowns in class whenever he thinks of his past and the abuse from the Dursleys. The thing that Severus is proud of, is how Harry doesn't hurt himself anymore. Harry sometimes scratches at his wrist, which is disappointing to hear, but all that matters is knowing Harry's getting better. Slowly, but surely.

"I'll have a discussion with him," Severus tells Harry in a low mumble, and he turns his head to look back at the girl to add, "And Ms Parkinson, Mr Zabini and the entire Slytherin house will be discussed to as well."

Pansy nodded with regret, letting out tears that she doesn't try to hide. She knows how Harry's feeling. When she saw Daphne dead on the floor, who's like a sister to her, she felt so grieved. But when finding out it was all a prank, and seeing Daphne at the party, she felt relieved but angry and vengeful. With a sad sigh, she went over to the couches in front of the fireplace where Daphne joined her.

When Pansy had left, Severus continued where he left off with Harry. "I understand it ought to have hurt you lots," he says calmly, "and I'll do anything to help you alleviate this pain, but do you intend to reside with me overnight or head back to Gryffindor Tower?"

"I think I'll go to Gryffindor Tower," Harry drawls and leans up against a cold stone pillar behind him. He just wants to be alone right now, up inside his bed with the curtains drawn shut.

"Are you absolutely sure, Harry?" Severus asks him softly and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, professor," Harry replies blankly, shrugging his shoulder to remove the professor's hand from his shoulder. He suddenly was feeling sad. "I'd like to go back to the Gryffindor dormitory," he adds quietly, sniffling quickly.

Severus sighed and nodded. "I'll take you there then," he mumbles.

"Harry...?"

Harry's frown deepened at that familiar voice. It belonged to Draco. That beautiful voice. He turns slowly, glanced sideways at Draco and noticed he was all cleaned up. No blood on him and his hair was wet like he had just come out of the shower.

"Meet me at the exit to the common room, Harry," Severus whispered into Harry's ear, and when Harry nods and walks away, he turned to his godson with a heavy sigh and crossed his arms. "I have not once been so disappointed with you in my life than I am now, Draco," he says flatly.

Draco wrapped his arms around his torso and looked to the floor, disappointed in himself for hurting Harry so much. "It was only to get back at him," he tells him in a low penitent voice, thinking about what Harry had said to him and how pissed he was.

"You think feigning your own murder in front of him is revenge?" Severus asked him, and he gives the young blonde a fraction of a second to reply. "You thought wrong, Draco," he says bitterly when the boy doesn't respond. "I would like you to apologise to him."

"But I have," Draco presses, slightly leaning forwards.

"A genuine apology, Draco," said Severus sharply. "Like flowers, or chocolates, or something that will warm Harry's heart up. Something that will make him forgive you."

Draco thought about what his godfather said, trying to think of an apology gift for Harry. He couldn't think of anything really good. Flowers and chocolates are such an old way of apologising. He wants something new. Something that will warm Harry's heart and make it flutter. "I'll do that, Sev," he says after a beat. "I promise."

"I must depart, Harry's expecting me." Without a final glance, Severus turned and left his godson in the common room.

Draco frowned. He doesn't want to sleep in the dormitory tonight from what went on in there, so he headed to his godfathers living quarters and slept in the extra bed. He doesn't want to eat either. He'll just skip dinner. It's okay.

Severus placed an arm around Harry's shoulder, and they walked out of the Slytherin common room together to Gryffindor Tower. "I expect to perceive you at dinner, Harry," he says when exiting the dungeons. "I understand you might not want to eat, but you must."

"I know," said Harry quietly, blinking back tears when thinking of Draco. "I'll see you there." Or not. He couldn't go to the kitchens as Dobby wasn't there anymore. He didn't want to go to the kitchens as he'll just miss his overexcited elf.

Severus smiled and hoped Harry was being truthful. When they were inside Gryffindor Tower, Harry led him up to the boy's dormitory.

"Harry?" Ron rushed over to Harry and frowned when seeing that all too familiar frown on his best mate's face. What the bloody hell happened? "What happened?"

Dean, Seamus, and Neville immediately looked up at their upset dorm mate.

"You four," Severus muttered to Harry's dorm mates. "A word?"

Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean nodded and crowded around their Potion's Professor by Seamus' bed. "What happened?" Ron asked again when they were at a safe distance away from Harry's ears. He was seated next to Dean who sat next to Seamus. Neville was leaning against a poster of the bed.

"The Slytherins found it somewhat amusing to prank Harry by pulling off a fake murder of Draco when in the same bed as him," Severus tells them quietly, and he scowls a little at how close the Gryffindors are to him.

"What!" Ron spat loudly. How could the Slytherins! How could Draco, Harry's boyfriend do such a thing! Even he wouldn't do that to his own best mate. He only got Harry back with a simple little prank.

"Did they break it off?" Dean then asks a little sadly and glances at Harry who is lying down facing away from them. He cannot believe Draco would agree to do such a stupid thing.

No, they didn't break their relationship up," Severus assures them. "Just remain an eye on Harry." He looks directly and sternly at Ron, "Make sure he doesn't try anything that would harm him and bring him to dinner, please. It's all I ask of you as a caring father."

Ron nodded; he'll help Harry as much as he can. He'll also try to keep Harry away from Draco for the time being so the tension between the couple releases. He suddenly grinned. "Alright, dad." Seamus snickers and Dean just chuckles beside him.

"Don't push your luck, Mr Weasley," snarled Severus, moving away from the bed and he gives a glare at the two Gryffindors who find that humorous. "I may be Harry's father, but that doesn't mean I'll treat you the same as him."

Ron sighed. "Of course, Professor," he says lightly, and he curtsy's at him, grabbing at his nonexistent dress.

With a sneer Ron's way, and a quiet goodbye to Harry, Severus left to have that talk with the Slytherins.

Seamus and Dean went back to Dean's bed, and Neville went over to Harry with Ron to try and start a conversation with him to distract Harry from earlier today, but Harry didn't reply. When Ron and Neville knew Harry wanted to be alone, they left him be.

Harry just covered himself in his blankets, wanting to drown himself in his tears and hoped his bed will swallow him up. He hasn't felt so down since the last time he had a mental breakdown and woke up with a nightmare about Cedric's and Sirius' death, the war, and a few of his past abuse from Vernon. Why can't this pain just go away and what happened? First, he just felt so disappointed, then angry and now sad? Is there something wrong with him?

-

"Tell me, students, is it that wise to prank a fellow student that bad to hurt them?" Severus asked the entire Slytherin students in the common room from up the stairs near the exit. The Slytherin students who helped Harry on Halloween had this talk off and were in their dormitories. "Couldn't you have utilised a different prank? Something harmless like colouring Harry's hair some light colour instead of faking the death of his boyfriend and pretending to be deadly Death Eaters that would give Mr Potter PTSD from what he's been through?"

Blaise wanted to shout at him and tell everyone how Severus has really been a Death Eater all along under everyone's noses, including Harry's and Draco's. But he kept quiet about what he knows.

"But his prank on us Pure-bloods," said a Slytherin in the back loudly. "Watching our own best friends get murdered in front of us really hurt us so he deserved it."

Severus glared at the back of the room, trying to find whose voice it belonged to. "He does not deserve such a violent prank!" he snaps, his chin high as he looked down at his students from his nose. "I understand his prank was a little odd, but you weren't the only house that suffered. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff all suffered as much as you did. I want you all to apologise to Mr Potter as I know it isn't just Mr Malfoy's fault. Numerous of you participated in this prank as I have heard."

"Might I add that Mr Potter doesn't precisely have a happy life like most of you do," Severus says flatly. "He was raised by terrible people. We all thought that Mr Potter lived a life of a royal because of his popularity in the wizarding world. We're all wrong. The people who raised him made him suffer, much worse than what you all have made him feel today. I will not speak of this anymore as I have limits to speak about the topic."

The Slytherin students either looked to the floor with shame or stared at their Head of House.

"Off to dinner," said Severus at once. "And I'll be viewing all of you, expecting to see an apology towards Harry." When his fellow Slytherins all left the common room, he sighed and headed to his living quarters. When he stepped inside, he heard sobbing. How did Harry get past him without him knowing? And how did Ron not try to stop him?

But when he searched his living quarters, trying to find where the sobbing was coming from, he finally found it in the spare bedroom. All he could see was whitish blonde hair. It was his godson. What was he doing here? "Draco," he says quietly.

The sobbing quietened down a little, and Draco looked up at his godfather, his eyes red and wet from crying too much. He just feels so bad now. It was only supposed to be for a laugh, not to break his boyfriend even more.

Severus sat down on the bed and sighed at his godson. He's getting too old for this. When Draco sat up, Severus gave his godson a hug, rubbing circles on his back while hearing him cry. "Draco, it's alright," he mutters.

"No," Draco shook his head, still sobbing lightly. "I broke Harry," he replies quietly, looking away. "I made him feel worse. I angered him and I feel so unhappy with myself. I want to go back in time and stop everything before it happened."

"You didn't break Harry, so stop thinking that way," Severus says softly. "Harry's fine, just a little angry and sad." Draco sniffed into his godfather's robes. "There's been some speculation about if you and Harry broke up," Severus added slowly, frowning as a tear runs down Draco's cheek. "Is that true?"

Draco shook his head. "Harry never said anything relating to breaking up," he deadpans. "He only shouted at me when I didn't tell him who else participated in the prank with me. Merlin," he frowns. "He was really mad."

"At least you never broke up," Severus tells him, voice low and flat. "What's next? You have to apologise to him. Don't ask for ideas, apologise to him with your heart." He pauses for a beat. "Are you coming down to dinner?"

"No, I'm not hungry," Draco said quietly. He didn't want to eat knowing what he did.

"Draco..." Severus leaned away from the hug, only to place his hands on his godson's shoulders. "You must eat."

"I don't want to eat," Draco drawls. He refused to look at him now.

"Don't do this to yourself, Draco," Severus mutters sadly. "If Harry finds out you're not eating because of what you did, then he would be feeling a lot worse too."

Draco frowned, knowing that would be true. Harry was so caring to everyone and himself and he doesn't want to disappoint Harry at all. He doesn't want to hurt Harry ever.

"At least go to the kitchens and ask for something to eat," Severus suggested firmly. "Or I can make dinner." He did say he'll be in the Great Hall during dinner to make sure the Slytherins apologise to Harry, but he trusts them to do the right thing.

"I don't want to cause you any trouble, Sev," Draco mumbles, looking up at him slowly, his eyelids feeling heavy from all the tears he has shed.

"Draco, it's no trouble at all," said Severus, standing up from the bed with a little smile at him. He knows exactly the meal to make for this boy. "How do you say about Spaghetti?"

That's when Draco smiled. But when Severus left for the kitchen, the frown came back, and Draco got back under the sheets of the bed.

-

Harry really didn't want to go down to dinner. He didn't want to see anybody. He felt too socially anxious. But he promised Severus he would, and he had Ron with him. Perhaps just a couple of minutes is enough for him, then he'll return back to Gryffindor.

So that's what he did. He used all the energy he could and got out of bed, only to follow Ron and his dorm mates down to the common room and the Great Hall. He stayed close behind them, or to their sides so he doesn't suddenly feel like everyone was out to get him with pranks.

He doesn't mind if he sees Draco at the Great Hall, it would be nice. He loves Draco, so very much and words just cannot explain it. He'll never hate Draco. Hate is just a very strong word. But he's still angry at him. He doesn't know how long he'll be angry at Draco, but since Draco did apologise to him even if was only just an apology, he's sure his anger will fade eventually. He can't stay mad at Draco for very long.

They entered the Great Hall, Harry immediately looked over at the Slytherin table for any sign of Draco, but he just wasn't there. He frowned. He was hoping to see him. But what he didn't expect was to see the Slytherins looking down at their plates, looking regretful. He knows some of the Slytherins helped with the prank, but he didn't think they all did.

But what Harry didn't know, was that only a quarter of the Slytherins helped with the prank. The others knew how hurtful the prank would have been to Harry, so they stayed as far away from the pranksters as they could. They all knew who pranked Harry, though.

Harry sighed heavily when sitting down at the Gryffindor table. He didn't eat anything, even when the feast appeared. He was thankful for Ron and Hermione, who piled food on his plate. But really, he just couldn't eat.

"Um...excuse me?"

Harry looked behind him, there were a bunch of Slytherins, including Pansy and Blaise standing behind him. He suddenly felt a little nervous. "Yeah?" he asks quietly, his voice barely audible.

Hermione and Ron glared at the Slytherins, same did Dean and Seamus. Neville just didn't want to look up at all as he was disappointed in Blaise for playing along with the prank that made Harry upset.

"We all would like to apologise for the prank we did to you, Harry," Pansy said at once, making her way to the front of the crowd of guilty Slytherins and frowned at him.

"We realised it was just so stubborn of us to do," added Blaise, who was deeply regretting scaring Harry like he did, especially when getting the silent treatment from Neville. Even the Death Eater thing scared himself since he did have to sit in Draco's manor with a bunch of the fricking Death Eaters including Bellatrix Lestrange.

"And we didn't think of your feelings before ours," Pansy mutters, her expression pained with regret and sorrow. "We're really sorry."

Harry forced a smile at them all. "It's all right," he says at last, stabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes. "I forgive you all."

"Eat, Harry," Ordered Hermione when Pansy, Blaise and the other Slytherins went back to their table. She was so pissed at Draco for doing such a stupid prank on Harry. She knew it must have hurt to see Pansy and Blaise die in front of his eyes, but that was just a prank and Draco should have known better than to fake his death by murder. Ron was a little angry at Dean for pretending to kill Ginny, but he wouldn't play such a daft prank on Harry just to get back at him.

The people who pranked the pure-bloods kept their identities a secret all through Halloween night. The only people who saw them take off their masks were the people dancing with them. So, only Ron, Seamus, Neville, Pansy, Draco, and Blaise knew only of herself, Harry, Hannah, and Dean who were in on the prank. The other students were kept a secret, unidentified.

Harry shook his head, looking down at his plate of food. "I'm not hungry," he mutters.

"Harry, I'll force-feed you if I need to," said Hermione at once. She literally will, if Harry's not eating, which he isn't.

Harry looked up at her, seeing that she was serious. He sighed and dug his fork into his mashed potatoes. The only person who he'll let feed him is... Draco. He felt tears enter his eyes, so he began eating his mashed potatoes.

"Oh, Harry..." Hermione said softly and placed her arms around her best friend, giving him a side hug. "When you get over your anger, go talk to him. Think of how Draco also is feeling. He wouldn't be feeling too happy right now, would he? Your fight would have affected him too."

Harry never thought about how Draco might be feeling right now. He's been too caught up in trying to scratch the pain away, but it just doesn't work. Now he's starting to feel a little worse. Where was Draco? And for that matter, where was Severus? He wasn't at the professor's table.

Harry will talk to Draco whenever he can. He just can't right now, he would refuse to even look at him. He doesn't want to lash out at Draco and possibly make him feel worse if he sees him. So, he quickly ate all the mashed potato on his plate, and a couple of sausages and headed back up to Gryffindor Tower for the night.

*****

Draco's just been feeling worse all week. It's been three days since he's last talked to Harry. It's just too long. He misses Harry's morning kisses kisses goodbye to their next class, and afternoon kisses before bed. It's been hard for him to even get up in the morning. He now sleeps in the spare room with his godfather. He just doesn't want to go back to the dormitory because of what happened in there. It just brings back painful memories.

People are suspecting that he and Harry broke up, but they never did. That rumour just hurt, and he kept questioning it. He knows Harry didn't break up with him otherwise he'd be feeling so... He doesn't want to know and doesn't want to find out. He loves Harry so much and doesn't want to lose him. This fight was one of their worst ones yet and he doesn't want another one this bad.

He has got an idea for an apology gift but doesn't know when to give it to Harry. Whenever he looked over at Harry, either in the Great Hall or in the classroom, Harry was always looking away. It just saddened Draco. He couldn't live without Harry. So, when during breakfast the next morning, he grabbed Ron and Hermione by the wrist and pulled them into a corridor away from the Great Hall.

"Oi!" hissed Ron, trying to escape Draco's clutches by pulling his arm away. "Let go of us, Draco!" Hermione was also trying to pull herself away from the Slytherin who upset her best friend.

"I need your help," Draco finally said, letting them go and turned around to look at them both. "I want to speak with Harry, but I just..." he digs his shoe into the stone floor, "it needs to be at the right time."

Ron hesitated for a little minute, staring at Draco and seeing he really was serious. Then he gave a small smile as he asks, "Didn't you already apologise to him?"

"I did, but I want to apologise again," Draco says, smiling at the thought of Harry's smile, and he cups his elbow. "I have a few ideas on how I can apologise, just not only with words."

Hermione was finding this intriguing. "Like what?" she asks slowly.

"It's a little old fashioned, but I've brought a lot of chocolate and flowers for Harry," Draco tells them, blushing slightly as he tells them what he has planned. "That's not all. I want to take him someplace special, called the Garden of Amare." He thought about the garden for a minute, and the three flower fields he and Harry made together during their love-making. "I also want to take him out to dinner tonight, but I know students can't leave Hogwarts during the night."

There's suddenly a giggle from Hermione, she placed her hand over her mouth and smiled brightly. "That's so sweet," she says lightly. "Harry's going to love that. Oh, goodness..." She began tearing up, happy tears, of course.

Ron smiled at Draco, then at Hermione and placed an arm around her. "No wonder Harry loves you so much, Draco," he says, his voice a little quiet. "You're so bloody romantic!"

"Don't say bloody!" Draco snapped at him, his eyes becoming slits as he looks Ron's way. He just didn't want anything to do with blood right now. Or hear it.

"Sorry," muttered Ron, frowning at him a little. He understands where Draco's coming from with this. It's just that he always says, 'Bloody Hell'. It's nearly an addiction.

"So, will you tell him where to meet me?" Draco asked them, trying to forget about the word that triggers him. Right now he just needs to get everything ready for the surprise lunch for Harry. "And it's at lunchtime," he added quickly.

"Of course!" Hermione said happily. She was practically bouncing from foot to foot in excitement because she wants Harry and Draco to make up. She wants to see the two snogging in the hallways again.

"What she said," Ron said with a nod of his chin beside him at Hermione, and he kissed Hermione on the forehead.

Draco just wanted to cry again. He misses kissing Harry's forehead or the other way around. He misses Harry's kisses too. "Thank you greatly, guys," he says politely, smiling at them softly. "It means so much."

Hermione and Ron nodded. "Now," she said casually, "we've got a bloke to tell." She links an arm with Ron, turns on her heel and waves goodbye, "Bye Draco."

"Good luck, mate!" said Ron loudly with a wide grin as he walks away with Hermione.

"Thanks again," Draco says at their leaving figures. "I'm going to need it," he added a little quietly as he sighs and walks to his right in the opposite direction.

-

Hermione walked into the common room from the girl's dormitory and sees Harry sitting on a maroon armchair in front of the fireplace. "Hey, Harry?" she asks, walking towards him and stood next to Harry by the armchair.

"Yes, Hermione?" Harry asked blankly, just staring into the blazing fireplace in front of him, feeling the orange flames heat his skin.

"Someone wants to meet you in someplace called the Garden of Amare," Hermione says, sitting on the armrest of the armchair and nudges him on the shoulder with her elbow.

Harry's eyes shot up at Hermione from the mention of the secret garden in Hogwarts and his pulse began to race. He thought of Draco immediately. "Who?" he asks her quickly though he knows nobody besides him, Draco, Dean, Seamus and Ivy knows of the garden.

Hermione smiled. "I'm sure you know who, Harry," she says softly, her hand raising to his shoulder and giving a light squeeze. "He loves you so much."

Harry smiled back at her, knowing who she meant. "Draco." He misses Draco so much, it's so hard living without him. Kisses, hugs, snuggling, he misses it all. It's been so lonely without him, even if Hermione and Ron were there with him.

Hermione nodded, and her smile widens at how happy and excited Harry looked. "You better go, Harry," she says, tapping him on the shoulder to get him off. "You don't want him waiting for too long."

Harry didn't want Draco waiting any longer. He sped off through the portrait, leaving Hermione giggling softly at him, down to the fourth floor and the large portrait of a corridor.

He entered through the door at the end of the tunnel and smiled when he spotted whitish blonde hair glowing from the sun near the gazebo which had a table filled with food? Gosh. His smile just widened, especially the white dress robes Draco was wearing. He realised Draco had dressed himself up just for him. "I never thought imitations started with lunch."

Draco turned around, stopping what he was doing which was filling two goblets up with pumpkin juice. He was surprised Harry came early. He guesses he has Ron and Hermione to thank for that. He smiled at Harry, who looks gorgeous as always. "Hello, Harry," he says, voice polite and calm, and he walked towards him. "This lunch is for later. But I need to say a few things first."

Harry's heart picked up speed when Draco neared him. He's missed how Draco makes his insides feel, how he makes his heart hammer in his chest, his stomach filled with nervous butterflies and a warmth spread through him every time they touch.

Draco reached for Harry's hand which he raised to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. Harry felt that warmth spread through his body, and he blushed as he glances down at his knuckles. It has been only three days, but it felt like forever since he's felt this warmth and love. And Draco's lips just sent tingles through his hands.

"I'm really sorry, Harry," Draco started, staring down at Harry's hand for a second. He looked back up into emerald green eyes, his heart fluttered in his chest when seeing a sparkle in those green eyes. "You are everything to me. You are my heaven on Earth, a cherry on a cake, blue in my sky," he says, voice soft. "I'm deeply sorry, Harry James Potter. Please, excuse my actions and will you ever forgive me?"

"I already have, Draco Malfoy," Harry said just as softly, and he glances back at the table filled with food. He can smell the food too. He smells pastries chocolates, and... there were so many smells. He smiles happily and looks back into silver orbs. "Especially because of what you've clearly done for me."

Draco blushed, smiling as bright as the sun which Harry could have melted from. "I'm sorry, Harry," he says after a beat because that's all he can do right now. Apologise. "It was only supposed to be for a laugh, but I guess I never thought of your feelings first before mine and every other Slytherin. I'm really s-"

Harry shut him up with a kiss on the lips and he placed his hands on the back of Draco's neck, his fingers massaging the blonde hair on his neck. Warmth was just flooding his body now, and Draco's lips on his own only intensified the flutter within and his beating heart began to quicken.

Draco's eyes widened a little, caught off guard by the kiss but melted into it and his heart skipped a beat. He tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes and began kissing back softly with his arms loosely wrapped around Harry's back. "Harry," he said as he pulled away but pressed their foreheads together, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Draco," said Harry in a whisper, his pupils dilated, and he leaned in for another kiss. So much, he was thinking as he poured his heart out into the kiss.

Draco accepted the kiss because why would he not? He hasn't kissed Harry, the love of his life, in three whole days! "My apology hour hasn't finished yet, Harry," he mumbles, pulling away from the kiss.

"An hour you say?" Harry played with Draco's blonde perfect hair, knowing Draco did all of this only for him. What's next? Winky and Kreacher are going to pop in and sing a freaking song?

Draco nodded. "I have flowers for you, chocolates and food."

Harry smiled affectionately at him, his eyes flashing with love. "Thank you," he says softly. He wrapped his arms around Draco for a hug since the smile Draco gave him was filling him with so much love and warmth.

Draco hugged him back just as tightly, hoping Harry couldn't feel how hard his heart was thumping in his chest, but then again, he really wouldn't mind as he wants Harry to know how much he loves him.

But Harry knows exactly how much Draco loves him. It was just a fight, not a breakup and thank Merlin for that. He remembered he has to say a few things as well. "Draco, I want to apologise for shouting at you," he says, bending his neck down, and stuffing his nose in Draco's neck. "The prank on you lot, even if it was hilarious, was quite...disturbing and I'm sorry for that. I didn't realise we went too far with the prank."

"No, Harry," Draco shook his head. He was mentally crying underneath his skin at what he was hearing. "You shouldn't be apologising. The Slytherin's prank on you is all on me, and besides, your Halloween prank was actually spectacular when I looked back at it. You had us all fooled."

"I guess I do have my father's mischief deep inside me," Harry admits blandly. Draco pauses to let that sink in and he ends up laughing. "I meant my birth father by the way, not Severus."

Draco leaned away, just slightly, from the hug and smiled at Harry. "I know who you meant, and I think so too," he says, linking his hands together from behind Harry's back. "Harry, I love you so much. There is no way words can express my love for you. I will travel the whole world for you and if I don't find you, I will never give up. I'll search for you far and wide, through tunnels, grasslands, deserts, and plains."

Harry blinked away oncoming tears because he did not want to cry once more, and he kissed Draco again, only softly, innocently, and most seriously, so passionately. His arms were wrapped tightly around the Slytherin's back, in a hug but also during the kiss.

Draco can feel the love surging through him all because of Harry. It was beautiful, Harry is beautiful. This love makes him feel so light, so full of compassion and makes the hairs on the back of his neck and his arms stand up. "Let's go eat, my darling," he says quietly after pulling out of the kiss. "I want to give you the rest of my apology gifts."

Harry pressed his forehead to Draco's forehead and smiled. "Alright," he says softly. He was surprised to find out Draco went his way in getting as much food as he could including French pastries, sausage rolls, sandwiches, and some sweetened foods. The food was delicious and mouthwatering. He doesn't understand why Draco wants to take him out to dinner too when this lunch is the perfect apology lunch Draco could ever make for him.

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YOU CAN SPOT A CRUMPLE-HORNED SNORKACK IN THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER.

It's on the second story of the Magical Menagerie. Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, claimed it was a real creature, but it was never found. Rowling said that Luna, who became a naturalist, had to eventually "accept that her father might have made that one up."