Halloween Encounters
By: Rai-channi
AN:/ HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Please enjoy these one shots/drabbles that I have all typed up because I decided well fuck it's Halloween, and you guys all deserve something, right?
All slash, all Harry centric.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters.
Each chapter is a small, one shot and is completely independent from the one before it, except for one small insignificant detail, that I'm sure most of you will be able to pick up on (;
Title: Parties
Warnings: DM/HP, embarrassment for Harry, etc.
Summary: The reason Harry will now refuse any party invitation, especially those of the Halloween variety.
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Parties, any type of party made Harry sick to his stomach; he simply couldn't stand them, but he supposed it was duty to attend the Halloween Party where he was to be the guest of honor. It also was to honor the 20th anniversary of his parent's death and according to Hermione it would be downright impolite and disrespectful to his dead parents not to attend and make a speech on their behalf. So he dressed up in some Halloween themed robes that Hermione had picked out and went reluctantly.
He appeared with a pop outside of the building where the party was to be held, and he was immediately bombarded with paparazzi and flashing lights, he blinked, as he had never really gotten used to all of this and strode into the building, ignoring all of the rushed questions.
He blinked and stared at the over-decorated room, it seemed as if a pumpkin had vomited candy and black. Twirling jack o' lanterns danced about the halls, there were fountains spurting out pumpkin juice, there were tables that were sagging in the middle because of all the pumpkin-flavored goodies that were stacked upon it. Worse, he turned and saw a giant portrait of himself, wet, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, under the words, "Guest of Honor."
His immense hate for parties, particularly those of the Halloween variety, tripled, he toyed with the thought of turning around and booking it, or perhaps apparating out of there right now before anyone could spot him. Hell, forget toying with the idea, he was packing up and getting the hell out of dodge before he was forced to endure the embarrassment and squealing fan girls.
"Don't even try Harry, anticipating your reactions to this I hired a few Aurors to put up Anti-Apparation wards."
Harry spun around and pointed a finger at the blond behind him, sputtering out incoherent words before managing a very pissed off, "You did this!"
Draco Malfoy shrugged, "It's high time everyone learned who exactly your ass belongs to, and I quite like this picture of you, Dennis Creevey certainly takes the picture you ask him to take, doesn't he? Although he might take the pictures too well, don't you think?"
Harry glared, too angry to even form a coherent word, let alone a full sentence. Draco just smirked evilly, the bastard, before he wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him.
"Happy Halloween."