I originally wrote this as a oneshot for Countdown to Halloween, but I loved this one so much that I had to post it here instead. :)

"No."

Smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in his green healer robes, Draco fixed the little body in front of him with a lethal glare. "I must not have heard you properly," the blond sneered, "because I could have sworn I asked you to do something, young man."

The small boy glowered in the perfect imitation of his father. "No."

Glancing at the man standing awkwardly next to the little boy, Draco gave him a brief once-over while the man was distracted by his wiggling son. God, he was so stunning that it made Draco's stomach clench.

"Do something about your son," he ordered when emerald eyes clashed with his own gray.

Harry Potter huffed like some sort of expert huffer and placed his hands on his delectable hips. "Jamie," he scolded, his voice taking on a hard edge that should only be reserved for the bedroom, "put your costume on."

Jamie shook his brunette head and crossed his arms. "No."

"You won't get candy until you do," the Boy Who Lived reasoned and winked at the blond over his son's head.

Jamie scrunched up his little face in thought, cocking his head and staring at the costume hanging from Draco's outstretched hand. "Candy?" the little one asked as if he didn't believe his father.

"Yes, all the candy you want."

Reaching out for the offending piece of clothing, Jamie raced up the stairs, his heavy feet thudding with every step. "Okay, Daddy," he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into his bedroom.

Draco heaved a deep sigh, shaking his head and taking in an eyeful of the other man. "I should get changed," he thought aloud.

"Why is it," Harry started, closing the distance between them and gripping Draco's hips with his strong hands, "that whenever they misbehave, they're my children?" He kissed his husband softly on the mouth, tracing his lips with his tongue until the blond invited him inside.

"It's obvious," Draco panted when Harry released him. "They get it from you," he added with a cheeky smirk.

Harry playfully swatted Draco's backside and went in for another kiss—

CRASH!

"No," Draco groaned and planted a chaste kiss on his husband's strong chin. "Well, love, your children await."

If the Malfoy-Potter house had suddenly filled with screaming as Harry Potter chased his shrieking husband up the stairs, attacking him with tickles, then the trick-or-treaters would just have to deal with it.

After all, they could always blame the noise on their children.

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