King of Costume & Love and Pumpkins

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Title: King of Costume & Love and Pumpkins

Description: Draco Malfoy loves Halloween. He loves how the air is fresher, the trees are prettier, and the atmosphere holds a certain charm of chill and fear. But there is one thing that just seems to ruin Halloween for him.

Genre: Humor & Romance

Warning: MPreggers and bad humor.


A/N: FOR DRALLOWEEN 2015! My first time participating in something like this! I'm so excited! I was initially going to type a 52k story. But I realized I reached the limit and there was no way I could finish in time. So, I came up with this story. I hope it's good enough. :D This fic was inspired by the Florence + the Machine song King of Peace & Love and Lost. I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO IT! Anyway, on with the story.


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It was no surprise to Harry Potter that Draco Malfoy's favorite holiday was Halloween. When the 1st of October hit, Harry would have to bare the oranges, browns, yellows, and blacks of the decorations that seemed to change the whole essence of their flat. Dark, plastic bats charmed to fly along the ceiling, bright, orange pumpkins—some carved and some not—were placed upon the kitchen counter, the end tables in the living area, the front steps outside, there was even one on Harry's bed, momentarily, but Harry wasn't having it and told Draco to put it somewhere else. (The shower ended up having a new decoration,much to the surprise of the raven-haired wizard when he went to rid his body from the stress of the day.) Draco loves how the air is fresher, the trees are prettier, and the atmosphere holds a certain charm of chill and fear.

Draco had been living at 12 Grimmauld's Place with Harry for just three years, but already he was finding it hard for Harry to remember how life was before the strange blonde knocked on his door in the middle of the night and just walked right in with a shrunken suitcase in one hand and his wand in the other. After the War, Draco was sentenced to community service after Harry had spoken for him at his trial. He was forced to work as the Potions Professor at Hogwarts for four years. The Ministry thought this was a good idea, also, because Harry worked as the Defense against Dark Arts Professor. It was a shaky start with the two, at first, but they learned to deal with one another. They eventually became best friends throughout their time as teachers.

Harry decided to retire after 7 years of teaching and went to strive for his real passion— drawing. He quickly became a well respected artist that wizards and muggles alike would come to. Draco didn't even cross his mind for those few years. He was too busy with his commissions. So, it really surprised him on that cold,winter night when Draco was arrived.

According to Draco, he had quit his job at Hogwarts and, instead, opened up his own Apothecary in Diagon Ally. He was having trouble finding somewhere to stay and he figured that Harry had enough room, which he did. Draco just seemed to slip into Harry's life and hasn't left since then. It took some time to get used to having someone to share his place with.

Living with Draco was quite the challenge and at times it still is. Draco had a very interesting hobby. He collected the most bizarre antiques and knick knacks Harry had ever seen. Within the month there were shrunken heads that filled the bookcases, glass jars filled with god-knows-what, hideous smelling books, and other various clutter. Every time Harry would try to tidy up the stray papers that covered the countertops or hide the heads from public view, Draco would snap at him for being so messy. If anyone were messy, it'd be Draco but Harry knew better than to argue.

There was a system to the Slytherin's organized disorder and Harry just could not get it. No matter how hard he tried.

Their first Halloween was something Harry could never forget even if he wanted to.


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It was Halloween afternoon and Harry was finishing his last Holiday commission when he heard a high-pitched shriek from outside of his door. No more than five seconds later, Draco burst through Harry's bedroom door and lay flat against it—panting heavily. His skin was pale with fright.

"Draco? What the bloody hell's your problem?" Harry asked from the easel by the window. A paint brush still in mid action from his interrupted task.

"Ch-chi—" Draco uncharacteristically tripped over his words and looked at Harry with wide, grey eyes.

Worried, Harry placed his paintbrush on the stand and rushed towards the taller wizard and placed his hands, firmly, on the blonde's.

"Tell me," he said worriedly. When Draco tried answering him again but ended up blubbering out nonsense, Harry sighed and shook his best friend's shoulders. "Calm down, Draco!"

Draco took a few heavy breaths and managed to get settled enough to voice his troubles.

"Children!"

"What?" Harry looked at him blankly, not really understanding.

Draco mimicked Harry's placement on his shoulders and pulled the speckled man towards him so they were merely inches apart.

"Children, Potter! Don't you understand?! Chil—fucking—dren!" With every word Draco leaned closer and hissed through gritted teeth and Harry would inch his head back.

"Ok?" Harry said. A confused expression was clearly shown on his face.

Draco let out an overdramatic outcry of outrage and looked like he was going to tell Harry exactly what was so freak out worthy about children—then the doorbell rung.

Draco jumped and let out a scream.

Harry did nothing to stop himself from laughing.

"Those...those vile creatures keep ringing the doorbell with pillow sacks in their hands asking for me to hit or beat them! And one of them is a potato!" Draco exclaimed with wide eyes, "And all you can do is laugh?"

Harry had the decency to wipe the tears from his eyes at Draco's ignorance.

"It's trick or treat, Draco." Harry walked towards the bedroom door and opened it and started towards the front. "You're supposed to give them candy. Have you forgotten that I live in a muggle neighborhood?"

Draco cautiously followed the shorter male.

Harry summoned the basket of candy he had prepared and opened the door.

"Trick or treat!" A potato with legs squealed.

"Hey, guys! You all look brilliant! Potatoes are one of my favorite snacks," Harry admired the children with a smile as he greeted them. He reached into his basket and poured a decent amount of candy into each of the children's bags.

The potato looked down as if bashful and traced her foot on the front steps. "Thank you, sir." The potato looked up and seemed to glance at something behind Harry.

"That's the sir that ran away from us!" She exclaimed.

"He's terribly sorry about that. He's allergic to potatoes, aren't you, Draco?" Harry asked, smugly and amusement lit up his eyes at the pure hatred and raw fear emitting in waves from the Slytherin, who was peaking around Draco to witness the strange Muggle custom.

Draco mumbled a weak response too busy looking at the little mummy that passed right in front of the house.

Before Draco could shout another outburst Harry said goodbye to the trick-or-treaters and closed the door.

"Really, Draco? You're scared of children? You've lived with Voldemort for Merlin sake and you're scared of a kid?" Harry asked in disbelief.

Draco scowled and crossed his arms. "I'm not scared of children."

"Oh, really? Then why are your hands still shaking?" He pointed out.

Draco pulled his shaky hands behind his back and glared at his friend with cold eyes.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Potter." And with that he left with a huff up the stairs.

Harry snickered and shook his head before heading to his own room.


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Now, things were completely different. Yes, Draco was still very afraid of children but he didn't mind handing out the candy and even started dressing in costume himself. The apartment was still littered with pumpkins and oddities but Harry had grown used to it, in fact, he was quite fond of it. At Hermione and Ron's Christmas dinner last year, Draco and Harry were found snogging the souls out of each other in the bathroom and so begun their relationship. It spread throughout the wizarding world with the help of the Daily Prophet and after a few months, the howlers ceased to exist. Their relationship was rocky, still is,with the constant bickering and conversation, but if you'd ask any of their closest friends, none of them will say that their relationship wasn't anything but rock solid.



"They fight to fuck." Pansy once said to reporters and her husband, Blaise Zabini, bellowed a laugh and nodded in agreement.

"Why can't we be that way, Pans?"

"Because we already shag enough, dear?"

"I am appalled at your statement. One can never shag enough, I would say."

"Hm...that may be true."


"The day Harry and the Ferret slit up will be the day that 'Mione's libido will rise up." Is what Ron Weasley said after a few too many drinks of Firewhiskey during an exclusive interview.

"Hey! I gave birth to two kids, you know!"

"Ginny and Neville have three and Ginny just got shacked up again!" Ron said.

Hermione and Ron quickly succumbed to their usual bickering and so the interview had to come to an end.




This year Draco sported an eyepatch, a hook, and pulled his hair into a low ponytail.

Somehow Draco had persuaded him to be a ship's captain.

"Arrr, me matey. There be a giant monster upon ye head," Draco said,as he pointed at Harry's cursed wild hair, in the best pirate voice he could master. (He spent hours working on it, Harry knew, because he'd woken up in the middle of the night to find the left side of the bed empty (much to his dismay) and a line of various pirate accents flooding the bathroom (much to his amusement).

Harry rolled his eyes and gave him two rude hand gestures.

"Oh, really now, Potter? This early?" Draco replied with a devilish grin spreading across his face.

"It's never too early for a shag, I always say."

Malfoy folded his arms and playfully pouted. "Sometimes, I think you only want me for my body."

Harry hooked an arm around the slender blonde and pulled him close. "Arguably. You're good for other reasons, too."

"Hm? And what might that be, Captain?" Draco whispered seductively as he toyed his Harry's ascot.

"How about we head upstairs so I can enlighten you?"

"Show me the way, Captain."


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It seemed like no matter how normal Harry wanted to be, God just couldn't give it to him. He thought this multiple times as he sat in an examination room in St.Mungo's. The news was far too surprising for reality to really hit him. It just wasn't biologically...possible. Right? Harry placed a tender hand on his stomach and felt his heart flutter.

He'd always wanted a family. And now it seemed like he'd finally have one. He tried to think of ways to tell Draco. Even when he left the hospital, he still wracked his brain to think of a clever way. In the end mother nature did it for him.

"Are you ok, Harry?" Draco said over Harry's heaving form in front of the toilet. "I'll go get some Nausea Potion and—"

"No!" Harry yelled in a panic. "I'm pregnant."

Well that was a way to tell someone.

When there was no response, Harry looked back. "Draco?"

The man stood stiff as if a body bind were cast on him and his skin was a sickly pale not its usual moonlit tone.

"Oh, Circe's ass."

And then he fainted.


A/N: Done! Hope it was good enough. Sorry it's so short. :( I barely reached the 2k limit.


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