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Trick or Treat

Author: drarryxziam

Source: Tumblr 

Summary: Zayn had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

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Halloween was never a happy holiday for Zayn. While some people anticipated the chilly nip of autumn, to Zayn, the cold felt bleak and dead. While others thrilled at the crunch of fallen leaves under their feet, Zayn became agitated by the noise, the sound harsh and threatening to his ears. The whole idea that on this one night every year, spirits rose from their graves and came back to walk among the living sent shivers up Zayn's spine. He wanted to snuggle up close to the fire and imagine better days, filled with warmth and sunshine, when the air outside was breathable again. The cold air of October was never breathable; it was filled with the scent of rotting foliage and of the coming winter, reminding him that many of the people important to him were buried in the frozen, hard earth.

During this particular Halloween, however, he was distracted. By the time the sun set for the evening, he had forgotten most of his nagging worries and had started to become eager for the night to begin. With a sense of giddy anticipation making his heart beat against his chest, Zayn entered the Great Hall, where the Halloween Dance raged.

He turned to Niall next to him, who was dressed in all green as a leprechaun. "How funny is it going to be when Liam gets here?" Zayn asked, grinning broadly.

"Pretty fucking hilarious," Niall nodded enthusiastically. "Do you reckon he'll really go through with it, though?"

"Well, he better had!" Zayn exclaimed, raising his brows in emphasis. "I caught the snitch fair and square. If he didn't want to wear it, he shouldn't have lost."

"Well said! But you know Liam, he could find a way to wriggle out of it."

Zayn doubted it; Liam had sworn to keep his part of the bargain. Too many people had witnessed both their bet and their impending Seeker's Game, braving the cold with gloves and scarves so they could cheer on. Zayn reflected that, for once in their lives, Liam's friends and his friends stood side by side, mingling together in a single group as they shared the neutral ground of the Hufflepuff stand. The whole thing was a challenge disguised as a truce, and it everyone knew it. If Liam back out on the bet, he'd be breaking something unspoken and fragile.

Zayn himself was dressed as a Muggle businessman, in a tailored black suit and red tie. The soft wool of the charcoal grey fabric felt nice against his skin; he was not accustomed to wearing expensive clothing, but he could now afford it. When he was at Hogsmeade earlier in the day purchasing his outfit, he had debated also buying a top hat and cane. After better consideration, he realized that not many of his Wizarding classmates would pick up on the reference to a gangster, so it would only inspire confused looks. Also, Niall had mentioned that his carrying a cane would be creepy, because it reminded him of Lucius Malfoy. After that comment, Zayn had gagged a little bit, and then he dropped the idea immediately.

"If he shows up here in anything but a girl's uniform, I will personally drag his snooty arse back to the dungeons."

Niall laughed, but his eyes looked soft and thoughtful. "He hasn't been all that snooty this year. Haven't you noticed?"

Zayn raised his brows. "Are you actually defendingLiam? Is the world coming to an end?"

"I'm not defending him!" Niall said, raising his hands with his palms out. "I still think he's a ferrety git. But you have to admit, he has been a lot less git-like since being allowed back."