Title: Should've, Could've, Would've
Summary: Harry and Draco get stuck at Hermione's halloween party.
Author: bleedforyou1
Prompt: trick or treat, bite
Word Count:471
Rating:PG
Warning:slash. fluff.
Author Notes: Thanks so much to aj-socks for an amazing beta job! Written for Prompt 6 on the 13 Smutty Nights of Halloween on hd_seasons
"Mm, you're so sexy…" Harry whispered as he tilted his head back. Draco's lips ran over his throat and he whimpered in delight.
"Oh!" Hermione squeaked as she opened the door. "Harry! Draco!"
"Hermione…how are you this evening?" Smirking, Draco kept one arm on Harry's waist but drawing back from his neck.
"I'm doing fine. I'm so glad you boys could make it tonight," Hermione smiled, pulling at Harry's hand. "Come in, come in. I love your costumes!"
"Thanks, Hermione…" He was dressed as an ancient Roman warrior, so he raised his sword in greeting. "Friends! Happy Hallows Eve!"
"Harry! Draco!" The old Hogwarts gang from all four houses cheered as they saw the couple. Draco bowed in greeting, his cape swishing as he did so. He was so happy his friends were melding well with Harry's, because he didn't think it was possible a few years ago.
"Damn Malfoy, you do look like a bloodsucker at the moment," Ron laughed, coming over to them.
"Why thank you, Weasley. You look like an idiot, as per usual."
"Hey!" Ron scowled. "Merlin is awesome."
"Yes, but you don't look anything like Merlin. He most definitely did not have freckles…"
"Okay, enough," Harry interceded quickly.
He steered Draco towards the kitchen, where they grabbed biscuits and candy before joining into the conversations among their friends.
Towards the end of the night, every time Harry and Draco would make an attempt to leave the party, Hermione would absolutely not let them. She stared at them until they relented, slumping back to the party.
"Next time we should just go trick-or-treating with Teddy. At least then we'd be able to go home early."
"I know…I really wanted to play that 'I'm a vampire, and you're my victim' game with you," Harry pouted.
"Hold on, I have an idea." Draco stood up, his hand squeezing Harry's before letting go.
Harry watched as he strode over to Hermione and whispered something into her ear. She suddenly turned bright red and nodded. Draco smiled at her and walked towards Harry, gesturing to the door.
Harry stood up and waved to Hermione — who was still blushing — and quickly followed Draco out the door.
"What did you say to her?"
"Nothing really…I just told her I'd give her a really good price on something."
"Oh…what potion does Hermione want that she can't brew herself?"
"Well, let's just say Weasley has apparently been having some issues in bed lately—"
"Ew, okay, gross. Stop," Harry shuddered. "I did not need to know about that."
"You asked," Draco laughed. "So, my lovely little victim…shall we play?"
"Yes! But you have to catch me first…"
Harry let go of Draco's hand and pulled out his wand, preparing to Apparate.
"I'll catch you…and when I do, your body will be covered in my bites."
