Chapter 13

Disclaimer: The main characters belong to JK Rowling (at least, their names do), but the setting, plot and some other characters are mine. Some bits are from Shakespeare.

A/N: Again, dudes, my apologies. Right now I'm doing this when I could, and probably should, be doing ICT work. But let's face it, this makes me (and hopefully you) happy, while doing that work would make me miserable and my sadistic twit of an ICT teacher happy, so it's really quite an easy choice.

Thanks for the reviews and ideas, keep them coming! In this chapter, a rehearsal, Halloween, a charming recipe, and even a little slash… if you're good. ;-)

A/N 2: It's a couple of weeks since I wrote the above; it's taken me this long to get my motivation for posting (looks guilty). Anyhoo, enjoy.

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"Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain."

"Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting. Villain am I none;
Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not."

"Boy-" Harry started his line, but was distracted as Draco winked at him. No one else saw the gesture, and it threw him off balance. He struggled on, but the second's hesitation diverted his mind from what he was saying. "-this shall not excuse-" Draco's austere glare was beginning to slip, and a hint of a smile was playing with his features. "-the injuries
That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw."

Draco was making a valiant effort to get his face back into its previous angry look, but he was fighting a losing battle and they both knew it. He carried on with his line anyway: "I do protest I never injuried thee
But love thee better than thou canst devise-" He was really losing control now. His voice was faltering helplessly, and the growing trace of amusement on Harry's face was not helping. His words became less coherent as he fought against his temptation to laugh.

Harry was watching his expression, and at last he cracked, stifling a laugh. Then Draco caught his eye, and they were both off.

Miss Trelawney looked utterly nonplussed as she watched her Romeo and Tybalt dissolving in helpless laughter. "Boys? Is there a problem?"

She tried several times to find out what was going on, but in the end gave up and moved on to Juliet's next monologue.

By the end of the rehearsal, the weather was thoroughly horrible.

"I don't see why they have to bring us in on Sundays anyway," Ron complained as the four of them stood by a window in the hall. "Half the weekend gone, and now we have to get home through this!"

Mione shrugged. "Look on the bright side; at least there might be fewer trick-or-treaters around tonight if the weather's bad."

They contemplated the torrential rain in silence for a minute or two, until Draco broke the quiet. "Well, if none of us've got the money for a cab, we're going to have to walk. I don't think it's going to let up, so we might as well go now."

Harry reluctantly shouldered his bag. "I guess you're right. So what do you reckon; how many trick-or-treaters are you expecting tonight?"

Draco zipped up his jacket, picked up his stuff and answered: "Not too many. We don't have heaps of little kids around our street, so we shouldn't get too many interruptions."

Mione grinned at this. "Good thing we're going to yours then. Last year we had loads. A few of them even put an egg through our mailbox; my mom had a fit."

As they talked, they headed for the door, and as Mione finished speaking, Ron tentatively opened it. With a collective intake of breath, they stepped out into the downpour.

Half an hour later, they stumbled through Draco's front door, yanked it shut and stood, dripping.

Mione glanced at Draco and burst out laughing. "God, you look like a drowned rat!"

Draco's jaw dropped indignantly. "Yeah, like you look any better!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why don't we just admit it? We all look pretty stupid. But Mione, seriously, your hair is a bit whoa."

Mione's hands flew to her hair, a look of deep concern settling on her face. She turned and started to ascend the stairs at speed. "The bathroom's the door at the top of the stairs!" Draco called after her with a wicked grin. "Ron, do you want the other one?"

Ron shrugged. "OK. Where is it?"

"Second right." Draco watched him disappear up the stairs and round the corner, then turned to Harry. He was about to speak when the doorbell rang. He glanced out briefly and smirked. "Trick-or-treaters. Come on." With that, he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him through to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a clear plastic container. He handed it to Harry and walked back through to the hall. His smirk broadened as Harry stared into the container for a moment, then looked up again.

"Dray, are you actually giving them sweets?" In the box were five little pumpkins, bright orange with faces on them.

Draco shrugged evasively. "Maybe." He opened the door and smiled widely at the assembled small children.

"Trick or treat!" They called in unison.

Still smiling in a friendly way, Draco addressed their spokes-witch, who was standing a little forward from the others. "Nice costumes, guys! Here you go. Don't eat them all at once." He handed them the box. They giggled delightedly, and departed, led by Frankenstein's monster. Draco gently closed the door and turned to meet Harry's suspicious frown.

"What was in those things?"

The blond's smirk grew even wider. "Lovely little recipe. I learnt it off this girl at my old school; she used it on her ex-boyfriend and he said it made him sick."

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "If it poisons them, I'm leaving you."

Draco snorted. "Relax. All they are is grated cheese rolled into a ball with orange marmalade, coated in turmeric and with faces iced on. None of it was past its use by date. And anyway, they said trick or treat; I never said it was a treat."

Harry's face gave way to an amused smile. "You're evil."

Draco sighed dramatically. "I know. It's one of my best qualities." There came from upstairs the distinct sound of doors opening and closing. "Sounds like Ron's out of the bathroom. You can go get changed now. I'll go in my room."

When Harry came out of the bathroom five minutes later, he stepped across the landing and knocked gently on Draco's door.

"Come in."

He opened it and walked in, but was stopped in his tracks by what he saw.

Draco raised an eyebrow at his reaction. "What? I just haven't got round to putting on a T-shirt yet, OK?" His smirk peaked again, and he strolled over to the door. He poked his head out and listened. Harry joined him, and they heard muffled giggling coming from the far bathroom. Draco pulled a face. "Wow, they're a very… obvious couple, aren't they?" He drew his head back in and shut the door. Then he turned to Harry, a mischievous look on his face. "Bet we can be quieter…" He fell silent for a moment, and revelled in the bright flush that spread over Harry's features.

At last Harry's blush died down, and he smiled back. "You think so?"

Draco nodded, still smirking as he moved closer.

Harry grinned wickedly. "I think you'd have trouble being quiet for long…"

"Oh yeah?" Draco asked defiantly.

Harry didn't reply, instead going for the tickling option. Within a minute, Draco was flopped on the bed, squeaking for mercy. Grinning at his obvious victory, Harry stopped tickling and moved back slightly.

Draco immediately took advantage of this, and rolled them both over, pinning Harry down. This time, neither of them blushed, or laughed. Somehow, it wasn't funny any more.

Harry found he could move slightly, as Draco was definitely the lighter of the two of them. However, he had no real desire to change the situation, and he gave no objection when Draco's lips fell to meet his. He wrapped his arms around the blond boy and surrendered to the moment.

They kissed like that for a while, and then Harry felt light fingers tugging at his T-shirt. Draco sat up slightly, and he slid it off. Then Draco relaxed again, and they carried on.

After a while, natural equality asserted itself, and they ended up side by side. Every touch was like fire and water all at once, and neither of them wanted the moment to end.

Draco could hardly breathe. The overwhelming intensity of being with Harry like this was incredible, and sent his mind into a helpless whirl of emotion. He ran his hands gently over the smooth skin of the dark-haired boy's lightly muscled upper body, enjoying the tingling sensation as light fingers skimmed over his own. He felt more stirred up than he ever had before, and he could feel from the strong softness of Harry's kiss that he wasn't alone.

Indeed, Harry was enjoying himself too. The mere presence of the boy he loved, this close, worked magic on his mind. He ran his fingers through the silky blond strands of Draco's hair, relishing the coolness against his skin in sharp contrast with the consuming warmth affecting the rest of him.

It felt like only a second had passed when suddenly Draco felt a draft on the bare skin of his back. He moved away from Harry and turned in dread. Sure enough, Mione and Ron were standing in the doorway.

Love it or leave it; you can't understand.

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A/N: Whoo! I wrote some decent slash! Go me. Hope you like. Cookies to anyone who can tell me where the line at the end comes from.