Another Halloween cliche story. Every fanfic writer needs to write one or hundreds of these. (Gru voice): My turn.

"Come on, Mine, hurry up! We'll be late!" Fred yelled up the stairs as he paced in the hallway. He glanced at his watch and groaned. "We're already ten minutes late!"

"I'm coming!"

"Not without me, you're not," Fred teasingly muttered under his breath, leaning against the wall. He tugged on the collar of his Dracula costume and silently recited the jokes he had prepared for George's party.

"Okay, I'm done," Hermione called out from the top of the stairs, and Fred whirled around to look up at her.

He choked on his spit when he saw her short red-and-white dress with a long red cloak trailing behind her. "Merlin, Hermione, what —"

"You like it? Ginny bought it for me… I think it's a bit shorter than I usually wear, but it's Halloween." Hermione twirled around to show her costume off, and Fred swallowed the lump in his throat when her skirt rode up a bit.

"It's… perfect," he choked out. "But… let's not mention my sister right now."

"Why not?" Hermione asked as she slowly walked down the stairs, her red heels clicking against the wood.

Fred almost whimpered when he saw her thighs peeking out from under the skirt as it swished around her, wondering if they really needed to go to the party. When he saw the mischievous glint in her eyes, he knew she had done this on purpose, and he groaned loudly.

"Little minx," he growled as he bounded up the stairs, meeting her halfway, and picked her up. She squealed as he swung her around and threw her over his shoulder. "Alright, if that's how you want to play this, then you can win."

Hermione laughed as Fred carried her back up the stairs, her skirt barely covering her. "What about the party?"

"Who cares? Let me take you out for a bite," Fred drawled as he sprinted up the stairs, barely stopping when he tripped over her cloak in his hurry to get to their bedroom.

When Fred threw her down onto the bed, Hermione grinned as she thought, 'Mental note: thank Ginny later by buying her something great.'

"I vant to suck your blood! Bleh, bleh, bleh!" Fred yelled as he ran after five-year-old Charlotte, who squealed and screamed for Mommy to help her.

"Mommy, Dracula's afta us!" four-year-old Thomas screamed, scrambling after his sister.

"Don't hurt my children, Dracula! Take me instead!" Hermione dramatically extended her arms out to protect her children, and Fred cackled loudly as he swooped in and picked her up.

"No, bad Dracula! Let go of Mommy!" Charlotte wailed, rushing over to smack Fred's leg with her tiny fists. Thomas quickly copied her.

Fred laughed in a sinister fashion as he held Hermione to his chest and buried his face in her neck. He pressed his lips against her pulse point, aware she was ticklish, and roared, "I will bathe in the blood of my enemies!"

Thomas burst into tears at Fred's words, and Hermione slapped his head. "Fred, honey, don't scare them! They're not old enough!"

"Mommy!" Thomas sobbed as he lunged at Hermione. "You okay, Mommy? Dracula didn't hurt you?"

Hermione bent down to hug the two sniffling children to her chest and kissed their heads. "Daddy's just playing with you, sweetie. I'm fine, see?"

Thomas and Charlotte quickly inspected her neck to make sure she didn't have any bite marks, and once they were relieved, they ran off to play with their toys. Thomas ran back into the room towards Fred and slapped his knee as it was the only place he could reach comfortably. "Bad Daddy!"

Instead of laughing, Fred bared his teeth at his son, and Thomas screeched in indignation as he darted away. Fred guffawed heartily at the sight and turned to Hermione.

"Fred, they're kids! You'll put the fear of badly-dressed vampires in their hearts!"

"But I vanted to suck their blood!" Fred said dramatically as he pouted. "Vhere shall I get my drink of choice now?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and was about to walk away, but Fred wound his arms around her and picked her up. "Fred, no! We're having guests over soon!"

"I'll just have a quick… bite," Fred teased as he carried her upstairs to bed. He yelled over his shoulder at his children, "Stay downstairs if you don't vant to be eaten by Count Dracula!"

Screams of terror resonated throughout the house, and Hermione groaned. She'd have to reassure the children their daddy wasn't really a vampire. At least, it wasn't like last Halloween when Fred had pretended to be a werewolf. Ugh.

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