Disclaimer: All these characters (except the kids pretty much… Desdemona and Devlin) and history is the works of the brilliant J.K. Rowling… I could never come up with such a great masterpiece of work!

Author's Note: It seems like everyone is figuring that I killed of the famous boy-who-lived… but really, do you think I am going to give the answer away? Nope! You will just have to wait until I reveal the answer, muahahaha

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Trick or Treat?

That wasn't blush... she was simply cold...

By: SlytherinAmbition

"Trick or treating?" The boy's voice sounded from the couch, where he sat with a dumbfound expression written clearly upon his face. He glanced down at the small girl before him, not used to all these strange muggle 'traditions' they happened to do. It wasn't easy for him, being that only a month before he would have shot a nasty comment at any who even mentioned muggles. Now he was practically living like one, and he wasn't getting used to it in the least.

"That is what I said," the small girl said with a roll of her eyes, something she obviously had started to do only in the last month of Ginny being there. He glanced up to see the girl standing at the doorway, a look of pride on her face. He simply shook his head, yet said nothing nasty to Ginny.

In the month since they had ventured into the future, they began to act somewhat differently to each other. Of course there was hatred for one, and neither thought that would change, yet they had somewhat formed a newfound respect for the other. Yet, it wasn't as though they were going to start being buddy's anytime soon, at least not if either of them could help it.

"What is 'trick or treating'?" Draco asked, his attention directed back towards Desdemona who sat beside him. He wanted to wipe the smile from her face, as though she was actually happy about being raised a muggle. He however knew that wouldn't have been tolerated, not by Ginny's watchful eye.

"You should know that daddy, you and mommy always take us," the little girl said with yet another roll of her eyes, before indicating the 'us' being her and her little brother, who at the moment sat on the floor. Draco looked back towards Ginny, pleading for some help in his eyes. However, Ginny simply gave the boy a cold shrug, though in reality she didn't even understand.

Sure, her father was a huge muggle fan, yet she didn't even know what 'trick or treating' happened to be. She hadn't even been enrolled in muggle studies class, which would probably have helped at the current moment. She didn't know how they were going to wing this one, being that the little girl seemed set on the idea.

"Maybe you are losing your memory daddy? I heard that happens to people when they get really old," the little girl said in a know-it-all sort of way, yet not trying to sound nasty in the least. Draco almost choked on his own breath, being insulted by a 6 year old was not something he would have ever thought possible. Old, Draco Malfoy was most defiantly not old!

"I am not losing my memory…" Draco said bitterly under his breath, yet not loud enough for the girl to hear. He was very well that Ginny was still watching their conversation, and heard the soft chuckles that escaped from her mouth. "Does it please you to hear me being insulted," Draco muttered under his breath, directing the comment back to Ginny.

"It's fine to admit that you're getting old dear, soon your going to be sprouting gray hair and all!" Ginny said with a soft laugh, adding to the insult that the little girl had started.

She was completely enjoying the fact that a little girl was insulting the boy, and hoped it did something to that ego he held. She was getting sick of hearing him draw on about how incredibly handsome he was. She wasn't the least attracted to him, mostly because of his horrid personality that covered up any chance of that happening.

"Daddy, we get candy when we go trick or treating!" The small girl said tugging on the boy's shirt, pleading for the attention to be back on her. Draco raised his eyebrow once more, wondering where the bloody hell they would get the candy.

"And where exactly are we going to get this candy?" Draco snapped hotly at the girl, starting to loose his cool. Surely she wasn't expecting him to spend money, which of course he didn't even know if he and Ginny had any. He would have much rather spent his money on something else, maybe the latest quidditch broom?

"From our neighbors silly!" Desdemona said with a soft giggle, then looked back at Ginny and gave her a small shoulder shrug. The girl was learning quickly from her 'mothers' influence, something Draco didn't enjoy at all. He had learned one thing that surprised him, which the little Weasel wasn't so innocent as she came off to be.

He had always pictured her to be a goody, one that would talk only when spoken to, and stay out of something that wasn't her business. She was only a little lost puppy around the golden trio, having followed them around for years. Yet, amazingly, there was much more to her then one would think.

"So, your telling me you just go and knock on people's door, and they give you candy?" Draco said clearly irritated, considering none of it was making any sense. Why would people just hand out candy? He would have thought that to be… illegal or something. Yet, the girl's expression was clearly a sincere one.

"Yes, daddy, are you sure you're not sick or anything?" The girl asked, worry written across her face. Draco simply starred at her, wishing he could tell the little brat that she was a complete loon. Yet, she was raised practically as a muggle, and muggles were always loons in Malfoy's standards.

"I think he's just getting old Des," Ginny finally said after a few moments of silence, knowing Draco probably couldn't come up with an answer. It seemed as though this thing was a tradition, and she didn't want these children to start questioning them about why they were so much different from only a few months before both Ginny and Draco had actually appeared in the future.

"So, can we get our costumes, please! Pretty please!" Desdemona said in a whiny voice that made Draco cringe, having the attention span that any six year all would. She didn't question Draco any more about why he was acting rather stupid at the moment, considering the idea of costumes became what interested her.

"Yes, of course… but… where do we usually get them?" Ginny asked, biting her lip for she didn't know the answer. She hated doing his, because she knew that sooner or later the kids would catch on. Being that they were fairly young, it hopefully wasn't likely they would. However, she knew that anyone else could catch on as well, perhaps a nosy neighbor?

"Are you losing your memory too mommy?" The girl questioned, as it was Draco's turn to let out a few cold chuckles. Finally the insult had been off of him, and onto Ginny Weasley. However, Ginny was not new to being insulted, and knew the girl was only a small child, and probably didn't even really understand what she was saying.

"No… um… I… I was just quizzing you! Like… like a little game!" She finally managed to say, pulling herself out of the hole she had dug up. As the words left her mouth, the little girl's face light up as though she enjoyed the sound of games. "It… it can be like a treasure hunt… you lead us to where they are!"

"Oh, this will be so easy!" The little girl said, before jumping off the couch and heading towards a section of the house neither Draco nor Ginny had ventured in. Ginny glanced down to find that Devlin was up as well, and followed his sister. Soon both Ginny and Draco made their way to follow the children.

"Come on you two, you're slowing us down!" The small girls whine came from another room, and both Desdemona and Devlin were found standing in front of a door.

"Well open it already!" The girl whined said again, making Draco cringe each time. She was an impatient little one, yet Draco turned the doorknob and revealed stairs. Instantly they knew it lead down towards the basement, and found the kids shuffling down the stairs.

"I guess it's in the basement then," Ginny whispered under her breath, before taking a step forward to go down with the children. Before she could even get to the first step, Draco cut her off and made his own way down.

"Beauty before beast dear," Draco hissed up the stairs, and soon followed by a fuming Ginny. She didn't know why he had to be so immature. She tried hard not to let his comment get to her, but what girl really wants to hear that? Soon they were down in the basement, which was slightly darker than the upstairs.

"Here!" The small boy's voice finally sounded from inside another room, and both Ginny and Draco made their way towards it. A big bag tumbled to the ground, considering it was much too heavy for Desdemona or Devlin to carry. Different sort of fabric sat on the ground, being that they were costumes of all sorts.

"So, what do you both want to be?" Ginny finally said, yet it seemed as though they had already taken out the costumes of their choice. It seemed that Desdemona had taken out what looked like a pink dress, along with a pink hat to match. A piece of fabric shot out of the top of the hat, and it was of course a 'princess' costume.

However, Devlin's was something both Ginny and Draco tried not to laugh at. They hardly knew what the thing was, and weren't about to ask after the performance that happened a short while ago. He quickly put it on, with covered his face with a mask.

"I'm a power ranger!" Devlin finally sounded, and Ginny and Draco suppressed small smiles. They still had absolutely no clue as to what that was, but decided it would be best to go along with the kid. "And I'm a princess!" Desdemona said, as she too had gotten into her costume.

"What about you mommy and daddy, what are you going to be?" The small girl asked, a bright smile shinning under her pink hat. Draco's eyes shot towards Ginny, giving her a look that would say I-am-not-bloody-dressing-up.

"Do we have to dress up?" Draco snapped, as he watched Ginny rummage threw the costumes that lay on the floor. It didn't take her long to figure out that none were bigger then what the two children would wear. She let out a quick shrug, before getting up and standing beside Draco once more.

"But you and mommy always dress up!" Desdemona whined, a big frown coming to her lips. Draco groaned at that thought, that he himself could even think of doing something like that in the future. If it happened to have been anyone else, he would have told them right there that they were bloody messed in the head. What was it with muggles?

"Well… then that must mean we will this year as well," Ginny finally said, surrendering to the children. Draco luckily just let her speak, considering he knew he would have screamed at them for thinking such up surd things like that. He had proved to be by far the worst father since they had been stuck in the bloody future.

Who could really blame him? It wasn't a surprise with the parents he happened to have. His father was rarely home when he was growing up, and yet when he was it seemed as though he watched every little thing Draco happened to do. Sadly, the man had even used magic on his son when he had been misbehaving. His mother was no help, and simply stood back to watch it all take place.

Soon the children departed to play upstairs, leaving a fuming Draco and Ginny who was deep in thought. Desdemona had previously told them that this little outing was held tonight, meaning they needed costumes for then. It was already far into the afternoon, how were they to manage that?

"Where the bloody hell are we going to get costumes Weasley?" He said in a hiss, finally going back to the tone he usually took when with Ginny alone. "Do you really think I want to do this… this is why I have been taught to dislike everything muggle! I have lived with being practically muggle for a month, but there is no way you are getting me to dress up!

In a matter of hours that was a different story, being that they were ready to depart to go 'trick or treating'. Naturally, they both had decided to go as a witch and wizard. They had simply found some random things around the house, in reality it was actually Ginny who had done the finding.

"You don't look that shabby Weasel," Draco said as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She wore a black skirt, and top to match. She had transformed a random hat into one you would fine a muggle wearing if they were to impersonate a 'witch'. "But that's probably only because I haven't been around many girls lately, not including that little brat out there."

"Thanks Malfoy, you make me feel so lovely indeed," she shot at him sarcastically.

"And don't feel bad standing next to me, no one really can compare to how bloody gorgeous I happen to be," he added before the two children come into the room. Both wore their costumes from earlier, and looked adorable if Ginny could say so.

"Can we go, please??" The little boy finally said, his turn to begin to whine. They both simply nodded their heads, having no clue what was to happen, even after Desdemona's explanation. They simply followed the pair, a princess and a 'power ranger'. Draco looked confused as to why they both held bags, yet didn't press the matter any.

Soon they were all outside, and the kids ran towards the first house, which was directly beside their own. Ginny made sure to turn out all the lights before she departed, not wanting people to figure anyone was home. Draco or Ginny didn't make a move to run after them, yet their eyes lingered on the kids as they ran from house to house.

"Do you remember when Hermione and Ron didn't answer my question about Harry?" Ginny asked, finally breaking the silence that had settled over the both of them. Draco let out a cold grunt, and shot her a glare.

"Do you think I even listen to anything you say about Potter?" He said coldly to the girl, before dropping his eyes back on the kids that still seemed to have quite a lot of energy in them. He could care less about what had happened to Harry, for he had never been on good terms with the boy.

It wasn't as though Draco hadn't tried, because he had offered his friendship to the boy in first year. A painful memory he hated to remind himself, when Potter chose Know-it-all and Weasel over him. Terrible choice in Draco's opinion, for the boy could have been great being a friend of a Malfoy's. However, now he simply loathed the boy, and didn't really think of the boy if he wasn't throwing insults at him.

"Well, they didn't answer my question when I asked about Harry," she said, not trying to show how furious she was with his comment. Harry was a really close friend of hers, and she hated how much the boy disliked the boy-who-lived. She hardly knew of anyone who couldn't stand Harry at Hogwarts, for he was everything a friend should be.

"That's for informing me, if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about scar face," Draco said bitterly, still keeping his eyes on the children. Why did the girl have to keep bringing it up? Harry Potter was not one of his top things to talk about, let alone ever talk about if it wasn't something horrid about the boy.

"Dumbledore said that we survived a death, right?" She asked, not taking into account his request. She wasn't going to drop it until she got her point across, if he liked it or not. That was Ginny Weasley for you, strong and as stubborn as they come.

"I don't know, I already told you he was a loon. I didn't listen to any of those crazy words that came out of his mouth," he finally said after a few seconds of ignoring her, only to receive a sigh from her end. The man gave them no good information, none that helped them whatsoever. It was the crazy old man's fault they were still stuck in the future.

"Well, he did say that. So I'm figuring… what if it's Harry who is the one to have died?" She said, finally hearing her admit it to herself out loud. Over the past month she had thought it, yet tried to think of something else. With each question she had about Harry, Hermione and Ron simply paled and didn't say anything about it at all.

"Halleluiah! That is the most brilliant idea you have ever came up to Weasel!" Draco shouted, his voice cold and pleased of the expense of someone else. If it happened to be Harry who had died, that made Draco nothing but pleased that his enemy was forever gone.

"Malfoy! Don't you dare act like a complete prick! This is serious!" Ginny shouted with anger, freezing in her spot as the words came out from the boy's mouth. It seemed as though her eyes glazed over, and that she was ready to punch the boy for what he had said. "It might have been after the war, the war with You-Know-Who…"

"Even better, I never thought Potter held a chance up against the dark side," Draco said with a cocky smirk across his lips, not even taking into account that Ginny was on the verge of tears. Yet, he noticed that once he had said those few words, a soft tear trickled from her eye.

Draco was never good with crying girls, not even that night when Ginny woke up crying. He knew it had happened countless times since then, yet didn't remind her of any one of them. He wasn't a gentleman either, and wasn't going to think about wrapping his arms around the girl in public.

"Still in love with Potter, Weasel?" Draco said coldly, as Ginny couldn't bring herself to say anything. She stood there with a fallen tear on her pale cheek, with her mouth hanging slightly open. The words were swimming around in her head, but it was as though she had lost her voice.

"He doesn't even notice you, I wouldn't waste too much of your time," Draco finally said, letting out another cold laugh.

"You are a incredibly horrible person Malfoy, and I hope you burn in hell," she finally managed to say, yet tried hard not to shed another tear. All she needed was to burst into them, and make a scene. It wasn't as though he was new to her tears anyway, considering the bloody dreams she happened to have.

"Oh, so it's true! The smallest Weasley is in love with her brothers best friend?" Draco said with a raised eyebrow, waiting for a confession but knew he wasn't going to get one. He felt something twist in his stomach as he said those words. Jealousy? No, how could he even think of being jealous of someone like Harry? Sickness, yes that was it perfectly. It sickened him to think that someone actually liked Potter of all people.

"I don't love him Malfoy, I had a silly little crush on the boy once. Why can't anyone drop that!" She yelled, before she noticed a soft sniffle from behind her. She whipped around to find both Desdemona and Devlin in tears, before they ran towards Ginny and clung to her legs.

Draco wanted to slam his face on the sidewalk, hating how the little brats saw the fight. It was him who had started it, if only he had listened to her useless information at the start of it all. He stood there staring at the falling tears, actually feeling bad for hurting the kids. He wasn't cut out to be a father, and this was just another example of it all.

"Are you and daddy getting a divorce?" The small girl questioned, when she finally looked back towards Draco. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her eyes showed nothing but fear. Fear that her parents would split up, and it was all Draco's fault.

"No… we… no… we aren't…" Draco mustered to say, his voice somewhat cracking with each word. He saw the small girl's frown somewhat flicker to a smile, and it tugged at his heart. That was the first thing that had ever tugged at his heart, since that night Ginny had woke up from her nightmare.

It was a smile that made him think everything was going to be ok, that they were going to make it home. It was amazing really, how a little girl could shine so much hope to a boy such as Draco. It was as though that smile, and the glitter in her eyes softened his heart, just a touch.

"Of course we aren't," Ginny finally managed to say as well, as she watched the small boy and girl push away from her legs. Desdemona slowly walked over to her mother and father, taking each by the hand, yet it wasn't as though she wanted to keep hold of them. She slyly clasped her parent's hands together, and then grabbed hold of Ginny's hand from the other side. Devlin did the same, yet held onto Draco's.

Odd as it was, Draco's hand was warm and soft as it touched Ginny's. They both knew it was better not to pull away, having to already deal with the child on that subject. Yet, deep down it was as though both didn't want to pull away. Ginny's eyes cautiously lifted towards Draco's, and a touch of red formed on her cheeks. He simply figured it was from the cold, and Ginny tried to think it was of that.

"Mommy and daddy, let's go home, I'm tired," Devlin said, making both Ginny and Draco snap away from each other's eyes. Ginny reminded herself that this was the boy that had previously insulted Harry, and Draco had to remind himself that she was a Weasley. The family made their way home, each holding the other's hand. It was the beginning of something special, even though neither Draco nor Ginny knew it.

Author's Note: So, Ginny has finally came to the conclusion that Harry is dead. Yet, I did not tell you if he is or not, that is only what she assumes has happened. XD And I did a Draco and Ginny moment, but it's not like they are going to be locking lips anytime soon. They may begin to develop feelings for each other, but they have a long way until they ever think of admitting them to even themselves.

Peak into next chapter:

"Do you always flirt with cashier's when your wife is around," the young girl said, tossing her blond hair as her eyes darted towards Ginny. She had a look of disgust written clearly on her face, as she continue to place the food protects in plastic bags. "And in front of your son and daughter?"

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!!Thank You's!!

Lunarian Princess: Thanks for your comment, and yupe, it is very much touching… I think they both are soo freaking cute!

Laina3: Thanks for your comment, and yeah I thought it was cute as well! Everyone wants to know about Harry, but I ain't saying yet! XD

Tara-Yo: They aren't exactly friends yet, yet slowly they have begun to tolerate each other. There is some mention of their feelings, and how they are starting to feel something special for each other. But they won't be actually admitting that for a while! Hope you enjoyed this chapter dear!

SweetProserpina: Thanks for your review! For Harry being the one who died, it seems like most are thinking that… but I'm not going to tell, you will just have to wait until I finally tell what has happened to the famous boy-who-lived.

Hoppers: Aww, thanks once more for reviewing. Yeah, I loved it when he held her too! Thanks for your compliment, and yeah… some mystery as well! XD

Pistachio-knut: She isn't really dense, she just is trying not to think that maybe it's Harry who is the one that died. As for your suggestion, I'll think about it… but I'm not saying if it's Harry who is actually the one that has died or not! And thanks for your offer!