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On All Hallows Eve......	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter contributed by : bluefrog

Decorations

By: Sapphic Jade

This was written for the Halloween Challenge posed by Snape's Goddess.

Draco watched the muggle children pass by through hooded eyes. His years trying to please his father came in handy right about now as he managed to stifle the urge to laugh. A small child with cotton wool glued to a paper beard walked by wearing wizard�s robes that made Dumbledore�s look like they were meant for a funeral. An orange plastic pumpkin dangled from the boy�s hand. He was told to leave the little ones alone and he would.

It was mostly small children to start. Little ghosts and mummies mingled with what he had learned were called �stupor heroes� though why it was heroic to bore someone to death was beyond him. His years of being told children were seen and not heard was finally paying off as the time slowly ticked away. The sun was just starting to set and the darker the sky the older the kids that passed by. But still too young. He had his orders and he knew better then to disobey them.

The older ones carried pillow cases and came without parents. Those just old enough to finally go out after dark without their parents came in large groups. It was tempting, oh so tempting. He gave in, sort of.

A sly smile here, a little waggle of the fingers there. Nothing more then making them think they were seeing things.

�Check out the decoration, mate. Isn�t it realistic?�

�I wonder if it�s animated or not?�

�OK I�m having nightmares tonight I think it just moved.�

It settled his mind to know that he still had it. Years of pretending to be someone that he wasn�t was great practice for something like this. He was used to ignoring things that bothered him. Next year he was going with a softer rope.

Ah the older ones were here. It was late. Some houses had turned off the lights that let the kids know that treats were there for those bold enough to ask. The ones that he was told to torment passed by in small groups. Some weren�t even bothered to attempt to dress up; others wore costumes too mature for the faces that were caked in make-up. It was time.

Draco waited till they had almost passed him. He lunged for the hat of the ridiculously dressed witch and purposely missed. The group screamed most satisfyingly and ran. He snickered and buffed his fingernails on his shirt. Oh yes, he still had it.

As the night progressed he racked his brain with new ways to torment the roving groups of teenagers. He was surprised that simply saying hello at times was enough to make the biggest of the lot scream like a little girl. He somewhat understood the thrill his father had gotten out of Muggle Baiting all those years ago. Well no matter now, the old man had truly changed. He had discovered the pleasant muggle past time of ten pin bowling and drove his mother nuts by turning the third ballroom into a twelve lane alley. Leagues were every Tuesday and Thursday nights.

Ah more children. Draco broke out into song. Unfortunately for the roving band of wannabe hooligans he wasn�t very good. But it was enough to make them run back the way they came.

The night wore on and more lights went out. With a twitch of his wrist he checked his watch. Less then an hour to go. The word had spread about the �realistic decoration� hanging from the tree in the Granger�s front yard. It was getting harder to scare them but startle them he still did.

He was about to slip down when he saw the last group of the night. They carried no bags for candy, no costumes to be seen. Just a plain brown paper grocery bag and faces full of destructive mischief. He gave an inner grin when one pointed him out.

�Oy, looks like someone left us something for target practice.�

�It�s the Granger�s mate, my mum plays bridge with the old lady.�

�Have you seen the daughter?� A feminine giggle sounded a bit drunk to the hanged man�s ears. The two lads with her each wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

�Yeah, she�s a right stuck up bint. Doesn�t understand that men like boobs more then brains. And you my lass possess those in excess.� Another drunken giggle as the boy on her left stuck his hand in passed as her shirt and gave a squeeze. �Maybe it�ll bring her down a notch to see her decoration smashed across the front garden.�

By now the lights were out. The pipeline of sweets had been cut off and all the buzzing children were getting tucked into their beds. Draco relished the thought of one last good scare.

The boys unwound from their female companion and left her at the drive next door. A man could only change so much for love and Draco Malfoy still loved tormenting people. He just learned to do it in ways acceptable to his lady love. He carefully made sure that the noose Hermione had made for him wouldn�t pose a problem if things got ugly. It wasn�t attached to anything but he wasn�t about to let a muggle best a Malfoy for a second time. His son D.J. being the first.

The larger lad made his way in front of Draco.

�Sure is realistic, probably cost a small fortune.�

Nope, Draco thought. Just a night of being able to act out his latest fantasy of Han Solo and slave girl Princess Leia. Movies were so much better then the shows on the Wizarding Wireless. Especially Star Wars and porn.

He almost missed the look on the miscreant�s face of wondering how to take him down. His hand whipped out and grabbed the front of the boy�s hooded sweatshirt. Yanking so that they were face to face he smiled. The only sounds were the pounding of feet and whimpering. His grin grew larger as he recognized the pungent smell. Draco snickered.

�Looks like you�re going to have to change your trousers mate.�

Draco let go and the kid wasted no time in trying to run. He tripped once and landed on his face but never really stopped moving. Belly laughs came from the man hanging in the tree. He slipped the noose off and wiggled to unlatch the safety harness that Hermione had borrowed from her cousin the roofer. He landed lightly one his feet and hopped around a bit as proper blood flow returned. Oh the things he did for love.

A/N: This story was inspired by my nutty brother. The one year he borrowed a couple of safety harnesses and him and his buddy pretended to be dead guys hanging from the tree in our front yard. The two were more goofy then anything because he doesn't like scaring little kids. I don't know why but I would place this story maybe five years after Hogwarts at the most, putting their son D.J. maybe three at the oldest. I see Draco as a protective father and he would see someone else winning a coloring contest or finding more eggs at an Easter egg hunt as besting a Malfoy. Somehow I can't seem to see Draco without him having an ego the size of the moon.

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