I wrote this for the Death Eater Express Halloween Prompts Day Four. I think this is great and I haven't tried writing something like this before but I really like how it turned out.

I had to include:
1. Antonin Dolohov
2. Pumpkins
3. Hermione Granger
4. "You can't live off whiskey and candy."

milaya=kitten


It had been a week since Halloween and the pumpkins that they had carved were looking a little worse for wear on the front porch. The grinning faces were beginning to collapse on themselves and it made for a sad sight. She sighed and vanished them with a flick of her wand as she walked in the door of Grimauld place.

"I'm home!" Hermione whispered as she crept past the shrouded portrait of Walburga Black, not wanting to wake up the vile hag. She could hear someone moving around in the kitchen so she made her way into the room to greet her housemates. Hermione stifled a giggle at the site presented to her: Ron's backside as he crammed his body into a cabinet. "Can you tell me what exactly you are doing?"

There was a thunk and a muffled curse before Ron emerged from the cabinet. "I can't find my candy! I had at least half a pound of candy hidden away in here and now it's gone!" He glowered and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "I came in here to eat a chocolate frog but my whole stash is gone!"

Hermione sighed. "Ron, are you sure you didn't just eat it and not remember?"

"It's not like it was one frog Hermione! I had half a pound!"

"It'll be alright Ron, it's just candy." She left him standing in the middle of the kitchen spluttering. As she made her way up the stairs, Hermione figured that she was about to stumble upon the culprit and she was not pleased. "I asked him to play nice and this is what he does… stubborn prat." The smell of whiskey reached her even outside of her bedroom and Hermione sighed before she opened the door. "Antonin Dolohov, what do you have to say for yourself?"

He looked up with chocolate smeared around his mouth and a bottle in his hand. "Milaya!" He didn't even have the grace to look remotely sorry. "I'm having a snack. Would you like to join me?"

"I told you that if you ate all of your candy that you couldn't take anyone else's and then you had to go and take Ron's candy. He doesn't like you and this kind of thing isn't helping! I want all of my boys to get along but you don't seem to be putting in any effort!"

He snorts. "He doesn't hide as well as Potter does. I haven't found his stash yet so I haven't eaten it."

"You've haven't been eating anything else for a week. You can't live off whiskey and candy. Especially not stolen candy Antonin."

"Well, why not?"

Hermione smirked. "You're already old, we wouldn't want you getting flabby as well now would we?"

Antonin wiped his hand across his mouth and stood with a growl. "I'll show you old and flabby, witch." He lunged for her, picking her up and tossing her on the bed.

She landed with a squeak and a very satisfied grin. "Well hurry up and show me then."