"I hate Halloween," Draco fumed as he bumped against the pumpkin. And he still has to visit Harry's parents' grave in Godric's Hollow. Draco felt guilty that he didn't deserve Harry. He always promised his parents over and over again that he would treat Harry the best he could to make up for the hell he made of his life at Hogwarts.
"Draco, I know you love Halloween." Harry gave him a mischievous smile. He was wearing a skin-tight skeleton costume that Draco really loved on him.
The whole room was decorated with pumpkins and ghosts. One little white ghost was happily running back and forth.
"Scorp, come have some sweets," Harry called to him.
The entire table was filled with various goodies, glasses of pumpkin juice, orange cupcakes with dark chocolate spiders, and hideous foam candies that resembled gouged-out eyes.
Draco could see pure joy in his son's eyes and happiness in his husband's eyes. Maybe they are really happy with him?
"You're right, I love Halloween. And most of all, I love you two."
