I Don't Want to Miss a Thing

Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling owns the wizarding world. I am not J.K Rowling. I own the plot of this fic.

AN: This is the Halloween chapter! Things get really good! Please review!

Chapter 5: Hallow's Eve

Draco

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled at Granger. "You haven't bought a fucking costume yet? It's Halloween, Granger!"

She shuffled her feet and looked at me angrily. "I am twenty-four years old, Draco! I am not going trick-or-treating!"

I groaned. "That's not what I'm saying! You need a costume to hand out candy!"
"No, I do not!"

"Don't you think children would enjoy that a little bit more?"

"Bugger off!"

I grabbed her wrist. "We are going costume-searching. Now."

She wriggled out of my grasp. "Absolutely not."

Granger started to hurry away but I caught her around the waist and lifted her.

"Draco Malfoy, put me down now!"

"We're going costume shopping."

"Put me down!"

Once I got a kick in the knee, I set her down and took my hands off her hips. She turned to look at me and cocked her hip.

"I am not going costume shopping this year, Draco! I don't need to!"

I smirked. "Yes, you do. And we are going. It's fun to dress up, Granger. And besides, I'll wear my stupid costume if you wear one."

She pouted, but she knew that she lost. "Fine." Granger held her hand out.

I took it and Disapparated to a costume shop I knew: Dr. Funkenstein. I opened the door for her. She kicked me in the shins and I cowered.

"Nice day, Granger," I said sarcastically.

"Mm-hm," she murmured in response.

I closed the door on my way in. Granger turned back to look at me.

"Do I have to?"

"Go, Granger," I said, pointing to the costumes.

She huffed and stalked over. I watched as she plucked one randomly off a rack and, not even looking at it, strode to the front counter.

"Seven euros," said the clerk.

Granger handed him a ten and got three in return. She grabbed the costume bag and left the store. I followed her.

"What'd you get, Granger?"

"I dunno," she said, walking ahead of me.

I caught up to her fairly quickly, though, and grabbed the bag out of her hands. I took one look at it, choked back a laugh, and threw it back to her.

"Looks like you're going to be a cat this year. A sexy one, by the looks of it."

Granger gasped, stared at the costume on the bag, and screamed internally. Or so I guessed. I know her that well.

"No fucking way! I hate my luck!" she screamed as we went into an alley so we could Disapparate freely.

"Sorry, Granger. You picked it."

Granger stared at me. "This is your fault, you know! I should've tried to fight you!"

"You did," I reminded her. "You kicked me in the knee and in the shins. I think you fought, but I still won."

She glared at me with a look of loathing, and Disapparated without me. I laughed, walked to the spot where she vanished, thought of her flat, and Apparated.

I was in her flat. I called to her that I was there, and she didn't respond. Granger was locked in her room, still very pissed at me. I didn't blame her. I sat on the couch, because I knew she'd come out eventually.

Sure enough, about five minutes later, she came out. She stared at me. I stared back.

"Sorry," she said. "I'll wear it. But you have to promise to wear yours."

"Will do, Granger."

Hermione

"Put it on, Granger."

I stared at my costume, which I had on a hanger on my dresser. I felt sick. I hated that costume. It was so ugly. It was not my style. Draco was leaning against my bedroom door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

"Come on," he continued. "Think about it. If you wear that, I'll wear mine."

"I hate it," I said.

"I know, but think. You get to see my stupid costume."

That made me smile. I would get to see Draco wearing something other than normal clothes for once. The thought of that made me happy. I took the hanger off the dresser.

"Okay," I stated. "I'm wearing it."

"Good job, Granger," Draco teased, standing straight and walking out of the flat.

I closed my bedroom door and stripped to my knickers and bra. I took one look at the skirt and knew that it would be way too short for my liking. So I dug through my drawers and found a pair of long black leggings. I put those on before I slipped the skirt over my legs. I knew it. If I hadn't put the leggings on, the skirt barely would've covered my arse. I closed the top on. Usually, people wouldn't wear a bra with it. But I'm a very concealing person. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could've been a more concealing cat, but this would have to do.

When Draco came back, I opened my door. That dragon costume was awesome. But so stupid at the same time. The horns were a hood from the onesie. I couldn't help but squeal at how cute it was. But so stupid. He studied me from head to toe.

"Granger, you look like you're trying to rob your own flat," he said simply. "You need to put the cat ears and gloves on."

I sighed. "Do I have to?"

"Yes."

I found the gloves. The fingers were cut off. I put them on. They were black, but the pads where my palms were were pink. Draco came into my bedroom and slid the cat ears headband over my curls. I looked up at him. He stared back at me.

"Thank you," I said, feelings my cheeks burn. Again.

"Your welcome," he said, his hands lingering on my curls for longer than necessary. He put his hands down when he noticed my pink face. The wizard looked around uncomfortably.

…

"Trick or treat!" called the little girl dressed as Mary Poppins.

"I love your costume," I said as Draco dropped a few chocolates into her bag.

"Thank you!" the girl cried.

"Happy Hallow's Eve," her mother said to Draco and I.

"Same to you."

A minute after they left, a group of four boys came up to the door. They were dressed like the Beatles. How adorable. I dropped a few into two of their bags, while Draco did the others.

"I love the Beatles, too," I whispered to them.

The boys all smiled, said their thank yous, and left.

Then a young man who couldn't be older than fifteen or younger than twelve came by. He was dressed as the legendary David Bowie. He even pulled off the lightning bolt over his eye.

"Trick or treat," he said. Draco immediately put a few candies in his bag.

"Thank you, Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy," he said. Then he dropped his voice low. "Thank you for defeating Voldemort. My sister Amelia and I are very grateful."

"What's your surname?" I asked, that name sounding oddly familiar.

"Baker," the boy answered.

"What's your name?" Draco asked, probably thinking the same thing I was.

"David."

"Happy Halloween, David," I said and waved him off.

I turned to Draco. He nodded.

"Amelia Baker," he said. "Muggle-born Hufflepuff the year above us at Hogwarts."

"Not only that," I said. "Amelia. That was the name of the waitress at the Palomar when we went for your birthday."

Wow. I had actually almost forgotten about that. Damn, David Baker. You reminded me of that stupid incident. Thank you so much.

"You think it's the same Amelia?" Draco asked.

"I do," I said, nodding at the same time.

Draco

Granger and I slammed the door after the last customer, panting.

"Could you believe that woman?" she exclaimed.

"I couldn't believe her," I said, trying to catch my breath. "She cursed us out because we ran out of candy before they could come over to get some!"

"She was insane!"

Flashback

As Granger was closing the door and I was putting the empty candy bowl on the counter, a woman put her foot in the door.

"Excuse me?" she called. "My daughter wants to trick-or-treat here."

"Sorry, ma'm," I heard Granger say. "We ran out."

"You should be sorry!" the woman yelled. "My daughter loves coming here every Hallow's Eve, young man!" That's when I realized she was talking to me, not really to Granger. "How could you and this bitch not have any fucking candy left over for my daughter? We live on the other side of this damn flat complex and come here every Hallow's Eve just to get candy from you!"

"Okay, ma'm," Granger said, her voice shaky. "We'll get-"

"No," I said sharply, coming over to the door. "We ran out of fucking candy, lady! Sorry if you didn't get over here in time! So go fuck yourself!"
"Draco!" Granger cried.

"No, Granger, it's fine. We can improvise." Then I turned to the woman, whose mouth was open in shock. "What is your daughter dressed as?"

"I'm supposed to be Shrek Homes!" the girl said, coming into view.

"Sherlock Holmes," the mother corrected to me.

I nodded and went to Granger's kitchen. I found the basket of writing utensils that I knew she kept her magnifying glass. I grabbed it and handed it to the girl.

"Now you're really Shrek Homes," I said to her.

"Thanks, sir!"

End Flashback

"But now I don't have a magnifying glass, Draco!"

"I'll buy you a new one."

"Okay, thanks."

Was it getting hot? Was I the only one getting hot? Granger didn't look hot. Hot as in sweating, dehydrated, et cetera. It felt strange to admit it, but she did look hot. In the other way. The way that means she's beautiful. And it's not just the costume. I loved her intelligence. I found that attractive. I was fascinated by her attitude. I zipped myself out of my dragon costume, revealing my plain Slytherin shirt and black jeans. I took off her cat ears headband and put them on the small table next to the door. I stood in front of Granger and put my hands on either side of her before I let my lips linger over hers.

"Draco, what are you doing?"
"No fucking idea," I said.

I kissed her again. She returned the connections, but I could tell she was confused. I was too. I steadily kissed her harder, pushing her farther into the door. I felt her nails clawing at my back as I moved my hands up to her hair. Granger dropped her hands to my waistband. She untucked my shirt and went to slide it over my head. I ran my hands down her sides and she shuddered so bad that my lips had trouble staying with hers. Then I realized what the hell we were doing. I pulled back from her immediately, ripping my shirt from her hold. She looked after me, confused. Her hazel eyes were wide. She put her hand over her mouth.

"Draco, what the hell were we doing?"

"I need to go," I said, as though I didn't hear her question. "I should leave-"

"Draco," she complained.

But I didn't listen to her. I picked up my costume, adjusted my shirt, pushed Granger away from the door, opened it, and slipped out, the door slamming after me. I leaned back against her door, and sank to the floor. What the hell had we done? What the hell had I done? I was the one who kissed her in the first place. I put my hands over my face. Things were going to get awkward. Very awkward.

"No," I mumbled underneath my palms. "No."

I was not going to let this get in the way of us being best friends. I just needed to control myself. Hold my feelings in. I couldn't let simple things I found attractive turn into anything more. It wouldn't. I tore my head out of my hands when I remembered exactly what I was thinking about.

Holy fucking shit. I kissed Hermione Granger. And liked it.

AN: Yep. Sorry, I had to end it there! I hope that was okay. I hope Draco's reaction was okay.

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