A/N: Longer and longer. I liked this one more than some of the others.

Prompt #30: 8/7/17

774 words, according to Google docs.

"Draco? Are you ready yet?" Ginny's voice floated up the stairs of the Burrow, impatient and slightly nervous.

Nervous?

"You're taking longer than I do," she continued, "and I take a long time, I'll admit." Silence. "Well, we're leaving in fifteen minutes. 'Mione's orders."

"Alright," he called back, pulling the last piece of his costume on and glancing critically at the mirror. Ginny retreated from the bottom of the staircase, joining Hermione in the living room. She couldn't help but giggle.

"Ron's going to pitch a fit," she predicted, taking in her friend's costume in one glance. The brown-haired witch was wearing something she called a 'pirate' costume, or something like that. A red bandana embroidered with gold was draped rakishly over her hair and the brown vest she wore hugged her waist and hips tightly. The black tights ending mid-calf would send Ron into a seizure, she was sure of it. Hermione glanced down at herself self-consciously.

"You think so?"

"Definitely." The two women were momentarily distracted as footsteps sounded on the creaky steps - Ginny turned and saw Draco walking down the stairs, running his free hand through his hair.

"Finally, Malfoy." She heard Hermione huff behind her but didn't look back. "Took you long enough." Ginny finally turned, noting absently that the entire Weasley family had filed in, as well as Harry, Luna, and a few of her nieces and nephews. She almost jumped as she felt Draco brush up beside her, his breath warm on her ear.

"Are you trying to attract every male within five kilometers of you?" he inquired, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. Ginny looked down at her costume, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"I don't think so," she said, plucking at the flowing red fabric of her dress. "It's not see-through, after all." She heard a slight growl at the back of her boyfriend's throat.

"I didn't mean that, Gin." Her breath hitched as he pressed a tantalizing kiss to the back of her neck, but was halted from going any farther by a discreet cough from Bill. She tossed the rest of her hair over her shoulder and smirked at Draco, stepping forward to join Hermione and Luna. Luna glanced approvingly at Ginny's gown.

"Very fiery, Ginny."

"You don't look too shabby yourself, Luna." Her friend smiled, smoothing the feathery wings down behind her back.

"Thanks. It's supposed to be a Thunderbird - I made it myself."

"Alright! Is everyone ready to go?" Hermione called from the front of the group, silencing the amiable chatter. Once a chorus of assent had sounded, she led the way out of the Burrow and into the darkening evening, getting into her best teacher voice.

"We'll be going to Ottery St. Catchpole for trick-or-treating," she announced, the rest of the Weasley clan and then some trooping out behind her. "Does everyone have their pillow cases?" A few sniggers traveled through the darkness, so she assumed they had. Spatters of conversation started up again, and Ginny and Draco walked to the front to join Hermione and Luna.

"So, Granger, remind me why we are participating in this strange muggle holiday again?" he drawled, draping an arm around Ginny's shoulders. Hermione shrugged.

"It was a way to get the family together, explore the world of muggles, and get some free candy," she said. Draco's right eyebrow rose slightly.

"Why the pillow cases?" At this, Hermione colored slightly.

"It's how the kids in my neighborhood used to do it," she said. "I found it kind of symbolic, I guess." Ginny, who'd noticed the signs of tuning out in her boyfriend - glassy eyes, slouched posture, and slack expression - elbowed him sharply in the ribs. Grinning at his sudden start, she turned towards Hermione.

"So, Herms, tell me about the history of Halloween." She heard her boyfriend's quiet groan and her grin widened. Hermione was quite happy to comply.

"Halloween has its origins in pagan festivals that happened near here, Scotland, Wales, and Ireland a long time ago…." Once Hermione had the fascinated attention of Ginny's father - who was dressed as Merlin - and was eagerly explaining the logistics of the holiday to him, Ginny snuggled up to Draco's side, sighing contentedly.

"A skeleton, Draco?" She playfully tousled his hair. "I would have never thought." She felt his shrug.

"The costume matched my hair - I simply had to buy it." Ginny let out a soft laugh and turned towards him, walking backward.

"You narcissistic prat." He pressed a brief kiss to her lips.

"You know you love it." Ginny twined her arm with his and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I do," she said softly.