WARNING: Smut at the end of this one.
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"Trick or treat!"
Nate held his father's hand for the first two minutes of their Halloween adventure. Remus pointed out different costumes to Nate, and Nate excitedly named most of them incorrectly.
"Look at that cowboy, Nate!" Remus said excitedly, pointing to another little boy.
"That's a Indian!" Nate argued.
Remus gave up with a small laugh and sigh as they came to the first door.
Nate rushed up still holding Harry's hand.
"Halloween!" the little boy shouted, and the door was opened by a smiling woman dressed as Peter Pan.
"Tinkerbell!" Nate shouted excitedly, holding out his bag for candy.
"Peter Pan," the three of chorused, and another woman's voice laughed inside the house. She came around the corner.
"Wendy!" Nate shouted.
"That's right, little guy," 'Wendy' said happily, adding more candy to his bag. "I'm Natasha, by the way," she said to Harry and Remus, offering her hand to them both in turn. "I'm assuming you just moved into the neighbourhood?"
"Yeah," Harry said, shaking her hand. "I'm Harry, and this is my son, Nate," he said, motioning to Nate.
"Remus," he said, as the other woman, who had short, curly blonde hair, offered her hand.
"Elizabeth," she smiled. It appeared that the only difference between the two women were their hair and name. Elizabeth had a couple inches on the purple-haired Natasha.
"We'll see you around," Natasha said as Nate skipped down the walk.
The next house was Carrie and Jake's, so Nate ran up alone as Harry blurt out, "I proposed."
Remus looked at him, a smile wide across his face.
"And?"
Harry laughed. "Do you really think she would have refused?"
Remus gave a small laugh. "True. So? What's next?"
"We plan the wedding."
"Have a date yet?"
"I want it before the new year."
Remus raised his eyebrows at him. He was about to comment when Nate grabbed Harry's hand and began chattering about the next house and the candy and the costumes.
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"Would you wear white?"
"Gods, no, I'm going ivory," Kit replied, taking a sip of wine. "It would be very ironic for me of all people to wear white at my wedding."
Hermione laughed. "Very true. What about flowers."
"Lilies."
"Aww, that's sweet."
Kit laughed. "Thanks, hun."
Ron closed the door to another round of dressed up kids, oblivious to the conversation behind him.
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"The family houses stick out more, don't they?" Remus commented as they walked back down another walk, Nate's bag getting heavier with each turn of the corner.
"How so?"
"They're more festive," Remus explained, motioning vaguely to plastic bags hanging off the tree branches acting as ghosts. "Much more decorated, lit up … And that's about it, I suppose."
"The parents of families smile more," Harry added in an undertone.
However, there was no more room for their conversation as Nate dragged Harry and Remus both up to one of the most decorated houses on the street. With half a dozen jack-o-lanterns lighting up the front of the house and fake spider webs strung on the railing, it was obvious the house was home to a younger family.
"Candy apples!" Nate shouted at the top of his lungs, even though the door was already open and a man stood there smiling.
"Happy Halloween to you too, young lad!"
Harry smiled and the man winked at him.
"How about a chocolate bar for the – dads?" he asked, the last word uncertainly.
Remus laughed, and Harry jumped in quickly. "I'm the only dad here," he said, his voice friendly.
"And you're fresh!" the man laughed. Harry noticed in the background two children no older than ten, pulling on costumes, eating, and peering at the strange people at the door. "And you're fresh in the neighbourhood as well, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," Harry smiled.
"Name's Joe," the man said, offering a hand to both of them, a chocolate bar in each.
"Harry."
"Remus, and thank you."
"Any time!" the man said happily.
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"How many people would you want there?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Maybe fifty, if that. I'm not a fan of being the star when I don't know who all is there."
Kit laughed. "Well, fifty is a bigger number than my twenty-five."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "That's all?"
"I don't want strangers there! Remember, I'm much more foreign to the Order and everything else than you and Harry are."
"Ah, you have a point," the other woman said, leaning back on the couch.
"Should make a list," the both said together after a short silence.
As they laughed, Ron rolled his eyes, closing the door and moving into the kitchen to make more drinks.
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"Trick or treat!"
Harry smiled as an elderly woman opened the door.
"Hello," he attempted, but she only scowled at him, dropping two suckers into Nate's bag.
"He's yours?" she asked slowly.
"Yeah," Harry beamed. "We just moved into –"
"I noticed," she interrupted, and the disgust was evident in her voice.
Luckily, Nate had already skipped down the walk and was pulling Remus' hand to the next house.
Harry shared a curt nod with the woman in parting.
When he caught up with Remus, they both shared a significant look.
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"So if you're wearing ivory," Hermione thought out loud, "then what are your accent colours?"
"I have no idea," Kit admitted.
"Teal or burgundy would be nice."
"And you would have –?"
"Pink, blue, green," Hermione rambled off, taking the last swig from her glass.
"What's wrong with orange?" Ron piped up from across the room.
Hermione and Kit only laughed.
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"Wow, scary werewolf you are," the man at the next house commented as he put a good two handfuls of candy into Nate's bag.
"Thank you," Nate recited. The man smiled and as he looked to Harry, his eyes lit up.
"Don't you have that red Honda?" he asked.
"Yes, I do."
"You just moved in?"
"Yeah, a couple of houses down," Harry replied, a smile slowly coming to his face.
"New couple?"
"Yeah …"
"What're you doing in a couple of nights?" he asked, smiling broadly enough for the three of them.
"Nothing, I don't –"
"How about coming over for cocktails?" he interrupted animatedly. "It's supposed to be a warm night, there will probably be some other neighbours, and kids and more than welcome," he added, dropping another few candies in the treat bag.
"Sure, sounds great, er –?"
"Rob," the man replied, holding out his hand.
"Harry," he said, shaking his hand, "pleased to meet you."
Nate was already skipping down the steps and running to home.
"See you in a couple nights!" Rob called after him. Harry waved back.
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"Oh! I have a brilliant idea!" Hermione squealed, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two women.
Kit perked up immediately and the three trick-or-treaters slipped in the front door.
"We'll have our stagettes together!"
Ron groaned. "I don't know what they're on about," he said to Harry as Nate rushed over to him mum to show her his candy. "All night they've been going on."
"We've only been gone a half hour!" Harry exclaimed, laughing.
"It's felt like ages," Ron sighed.
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"Hermione's going to be my bridesmaid," Kit said softly later that night. Nate was safely tucked in bed, his candy in a high cupboard in the kitchen, out of sight (and almost out of mind), and Ron took a drunk Hermione back to the Burrow.
"Who will be your maid of horror or whatever they call it?" Harry asked distractedly, trying to rub off the makeup in the bathroom.
"Maid of Honour," Kit corrected him, smiling. "And hopefully Adrien will be, if she can make it here for the wedding."
Harry nodded, throwing down the face cloth and glaring in the mirror. Kit laughed lightly at him, moving to stand in the doorway.
"You know, you kind of look like Johnny Depp, all done up as a pirate."
Harry grunted, beginning to pull off the tunic, but Kit stopped him with a light hand on his.
"Please," she whispered, "let me help you with that, Captain."
Harry grinned and kissed her lightly on the mouth, wrapping his arms around her.
"Yaharr," he growled as she fell onto the bed, pulling him down with her.
He kissed her roughly, and she emitted a moan, pulling him closer to her, trying to tear his shirt off. He attacked her t-shirt, pulling it over her head when they broke to gasp for breath. She finally tore open his shirt, and her hands roamed his back, slick with sweat, as he began to undo her jeans. They gasped for breath, trying to be quiet, almost giggling with delight at finally being together again – the three of them in the house, and the both of them stark naked under only the top cover, kissing and fumbling, whispering 'I love you's and pleading for more. She moaned as he slid into her, rising to meet him, her nails digging into his shoulders as they began to move together. The night was cool, their bodies were slick with sweat, and the slightest of breezes elicited heat between the two lovers.
"Mum? Dad?" a timid voice asked beside them.
Harry and Kit froze, horror struck.
"Nate, hunny," Kit said softly, her voice hoarse, her heart beating quite a bit faster than it should be, even during sex, "how did you get out of bed?"
"I climbed out," he said softly, looking at them, the most confused look on his little face. "What are you doing?"
"Why –?" Harry began, but stopped, rolling off Kit. "Natty, mum and dad, we –"
"I had a scary dream," Nate said quickly, and Kit could see the sadness in his eyes.
"Come and sleep with us then," Kit said softly, wrapping the sheet around her and pulling the other one up from the foot of the bed for the three of them to lie under.
"In between?" he whispered.
Harry smiled. "Of course," he replied softly, letting Nate up and beside his mother.
He pulled the blankets up to Nate's chin, kissing him lightly on the cheek as he did so. Nate giggled. Harry and Kit shared a soft kiss over their son's head, and Kit's two boys fell asleep peacefully within seconds.
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So, just to clear up a little misunderstanding that occurred on the boards regarding then end of this chapter, yes, Kit and Harry do get dressed. They also take Nate back to his own bed. And no, it isn't dirty! Gosh. Kidding. Enjoy!