The Traditional Halloween Fuck
The first time it happened was at Luna’s annual Halloween party. After drinking his- fifth? sixth?- cup of spiced mead and walking straight into one of Hagrid’s enormous pumpkins carved to look like some sort of winged elephant wearing a bonnet (Luna’s design, of course), Harry had heard familiar, grating laughter issuing from behind him. Instantly furious, he whirled around to find Draco fucking Malfoy dressed as some sort of- well, Harry wasn’t sure what he was dressed as, exactly, except it seemed to require thick, messy eyeliner that was already slightly smudged, piercings in his septum, eyebrow, and nipple, which yeah, he could see, because Malfoy wasn’t wearing a shirt, and leather trousers that hugged every curve of his legs like a second skin and hung really fucking low on his hips, so low that Harry could see the hollows beneath his hipbones and the sharp ridges that veered downward, pointing to….
Oh god. Swallowing, Harry quickly looked back up, trying to arrange his features into an innocent expression that conveyed, “No, I was not staring at your cock, and how dare you suggest it!” Judging by Malfoy’s smirk, Harry had failed quite spectacularly. “What are you supposed to be?” squeaked Harry, unable to think of a reason why Malfoy would be dressed like that.
“Iggy Pop,” Malfoy said, the “duh” unspoken but still quite evident.
Even more baffled that Malfoy knew a Muggle singer, Harry downed the rest of his drink, his fingers clenched so tightly around his cup he could hear the crumple of plastic. Malfoy looked Harry up and down, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. “So went with Quidditch player, I see. Not very original, is it?”
“Yeah, well. Halloween isn’t really my thing.” Harry fidgeted, trying to figure out how to flee without making a scene or subjecting himself to even more of Malfoy’s scorn.
To his surprise, Malfoy just snorted and nodded. “Yeah, me neither. I only came because Luna made it quite clear that if I didn’t show, she’d have to come visit me at work wearing… that.” He gestured bemusedly to Luna’s costume, and Harry watched as the enormous horns sprouting out of the top of her head began to twirl, sparkling with strands of twinkle lights wrapped around them. Luna laughed delightedly at something Blaise said, clapping him on the shoulder as her dress flashed a brilliant vermillion. Malfoy watched her with something akin to fondness, his smile softer than Harry had ever seen it.
Maybe it was the smile. Maybe it was the mead. Maybe it was the pierced nipple. But whatever it was, Harry ended up being bent over the sink in Luna’s bathroom and fucked for everything he was worth by one Draco fucking Malfoy.
