Author's Note: This fic was originally based on the
artwork of really corking for the Three Column Prompt Challenge at the
hpgw_ficafest on Live Journal. The artwork can be found HERE
were two things you could count on in the Wizarding World after
Voldemort's defeat: Halloween was always a fun time, and Seamus
Finnegan could throw one hell of a party. Put the two together, and
well, Seamus Finnegan threw the best damn Halloween Party imaginable.
was hired out of Hogwarts to work at the Ministry's Misuse of Muggle
Artefact's Office after Mr. Weasley had been promoted. Seamus had
always felt comfortable among Muggles, having been raised one.
Halloween he threw a "Muggle-Style Halloween Party" at the flat he
shared with his wife. The party always consisted of Muggle games,
costumes, and no magic. Guests could not arrive by magical
means, and whoever arrived last was teased and taunted the whole year
through until the following year's party. Prizes went out for silliest
costume, "most Muggle", and scariest costume. The coveted prize was
usually a bottle of Ireland's Finest Whiskey, sent directly from
Seamus's father in County Cork.
Harry could not help but grin
from ear to ear when he received his invitation via Muggle Post, and
his mind reverted to Halloween's past.
His feelings regarding
Halloween were mixed at best. Sitting around recalling the tragic and
untimely deaths of his parents on All Hallow's Eve did him no good, but
it was a spirited red head that finally made him realize that. After
Sirius's premature end, Ginny Weasley had told Harry "You can't change
the past. The best way to honour the dead is to live each day to the
Harry thought that was a brilliant assessment, and a
made a mental decision to do so. After finding his nerve, he decided
the first step toward living each day fully was by asking Ginny Weasley
to the first Hogsmeade weekend of his sixth year at Hogwarts. It was Halloween.
And now five Halloween's later, it was still the best decision Harry
ever made. He and Ginny were dating, and happy. Ginny's prophetic words
stuck with him when he decided to try out for the Kenmare Kestrels
Quidditch Team (and won the position!) In addition, he reciprocated the
encouragement when she tried out and won the Chaser position for the
Coming out of his reverie, Harry knew he had
many things to do: find a costume, top Ron's costume, and Owl Ginny.
They had made a tradition of visiting a Muggle Halloween Costume Shop
together, but always kept their costume selection a secret.
in October, between Quidditch training sessions, Harry met Ginny in
Diagon Alley so the two of them could shop for costumes in Muggle
Ginny linked hands with Harry and smiled up at him. "What are you going to be?" she asked sweetly.
"You know the rules," Harry chided her. "No fair asking, no fair telling."
Ginny squeezed his hand and smiled. "Well, you can't blame a girl for trying."
couple ducked into the Costume Shop, unnoticed by any Muggles on the
busy street. The costume shop was full of noisy children, tearing
around, hollering to parents, and pulling costumes from bags, off
racks, and out of boxes. It reminded Harry of the Weasley twins joke
shop. With a wink, Harry split from Ginny and each began the search for
the perfect Halloween costume.
Muggle costumes were certainly
different from Wizarding ones. No fancy hippogriffs, or phoenixes, and
Muggle versions of dragons and unicorns were hilarious. Harry had
already chosen many of the traditional costumes in previous years:
skeleton, superheroes, and King Tut. One year Ginny had gone as a
french maid, presenting Harry with an entirely different impression of
her. In fact, they snogged the whole time riding the train and passed
Seamus's Underground stop by two stops! Needless to say, they were the
last to arrive, and took quite a lot of teasing that year. Even today,
Ron still enjoyed taking the mickey out of him over that one.
stood in the changing room of the Costume shop, looking at his
reflection in the mirror. He was glad it was not a Magical Mirror;
surely, it would have said something cheeky at this point. He could not
help but wonder what Ginny was wearing. He began daydreaming and did
not hear her voice calling.
"Harry? Are you there?"
"What? Oh, yeah?"
Ginny giggled from the room next to him. "You're going to laugh when you see this."
A smile spread across Harry's face. "Wait until you see mine," he replied. "It's very debonair."
A fit of laughter came from Ginny's room. "Oh Merlin, I can hardly wait. Are you sure you won't show me what it is now?"
we go through this every year, Gin. Surprising each other is half the
fun." Harry began to disrobe from the costume, putting his jeans and
jumper on again. "Remember snogging that year on the Underground?
"Harry!" Ginny hissed, admonishing him. "Shh! There are people everywhere."
"Don't you think they snog on the Underground too?" he joked.
"Hush! If they do, surely they don't announce it to the Costume Shop!"
glanced in the mirror once again, trying, to no avail, to tame his
hair. He shrugged and smiled, and folded the costume back in the
package and quickly ducked out of the changing area to pay for his
purchase. As per tradition, he waited outside for Ginny, with the
costume tucked safely away in a sack. Soon she joined him with her own
guise hidden from view.
"Let's walk back," she stated, looking
up through the maple trees, enjoying the way the sun dappled the
sidewalk with shards of light.
"That would be nice," Harry
said as he draped his arm around Ginny. Time between them was precious
while both of them were preparing for the oncoming Quidditch season,
and it was always nice to be in Muggle London, where no one knew who
Harry, or Ginny, were. They were not celebrities, or The Boy Who Lived,
or his girlfriend; they were just a couple in love.
the children were scattering around the streets, performing tricks for
their treats when Harry arrived home to his London flat from an
exhausting practice on All Hallow's Eve. Nevertheless, he found himself
bursting with a childish excitement wondering how Ginny would be
dressed when he met her at The Leaky Cauldron at 8 o'clock. He also
could not wait to see Ron and Hermione. For the first time that he
could remember, Ron had not informed him how he was dressing up this
year. He seemed very reluctant to even attend the party, something Harry found highly unusual.
could not help but smile as he dressed in his costume. Despite its
chequered past, Halloween was quickly becoming one of his favourite
holidays. His friends had all done that, just by standing by him and
big part of his life. No one had done more-so than Ginny Weasley.
He added the finishing details of his costume and Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
squinted through the murky haze of the Wizarding pub, and took a quick
visual sweep of the room. Upon first glance, Harry did not see anyone
who resembled Ginny, costumed or otherwise, but the Leaky Cauldron was
incredibly busy and filled with all varieties of witches and wizards
this night. All of the tables were occupied, but Harry figured he would
wait for Ginny, and looked around for an open seat. One barstool was
open next to a purple-haired hag wearing black robes, red fishnet
stockings, and an odd hat. Harry raised his eyebrows and shrugged off
the strange vibe from the interesting woman. Treading carefully through
the tables and chairs, Harry failed to see the hag's old broom propped
up against the bar top.
His cape caught on one of the twigs
awkwardly jutting out from the broomstick and he pitched forward,
catching himself only moments before landing face first on the floor.
"Oh, I'm sorry, er, Madam. I didn't see your broomstick," Harry
offered, straightening his glasses and righting himself.
"Madam?" questioned the familiar voice as she spun around on the barstool.
"Ginny?" Harry asked, surprised by her appearance.
"The one and only, or at least you better hope so."
properly Harry looked down at her and smiled. She was wearing a Muggle
Witch costume, complete with a curly purple wig, heavy green eye
shadow, and a big green wart on her nose. She wore a black cloak over a
green shirt and a burgundy coloured mini-skirt. He drank in the long
length of her legs, clad in red fishnets and ankle strap heels. Her old
broom completed the look.
"You look-" Harry began the corners of his mouth twitching, as he reached out and laid a gentle hand on Ginny's arm.
"Like a witch? I know," Ginny teased.
"No, well yes actually you do, but you look, you know cute."
Ginny blushed, still having to stand on tiptoe, despite her heels to peck at Harry's lips. "You look cute too, Vlad."
smiled and looked down at the red and black vampire's cloak billowing
around his black trousers and white button down shirt. "Like it?" he
asked, noticing his red bow tie was crooked.
Ginny bit her
lower lip, trying not to smile, and reached out, letting her hands come
to rest on Harry's hips. "Of course. You look positively smashing as a
Vampire, darling." She arched her eyebrows and smirked.
was Harry's turn to blush. "Well, I reckon using Sleek Easy's on my
hair to slick it back would be cheating, so I'm a messy haired Count
Ginny looped both her arms around Harry's waist and
stepped into the frame of his body, hugging him tight. "That doesn't
matter; I'll always like your messy hair."
Harry returned the
embrace, enveloping both of them in the folds of his cape, sealed off
from the rest of the patrons of the pub, drowning out all of the noise,
idle chatter, clunking glasses and smoke around them. "If I'm a
vampire, do I get to nibble on your neck all night?" he asked.
"Ha," Ginny began, smiling in the dim light of the cocoon Harry had created. "You know you've never needed permission for that."
A sly smile appeared on Harry's lips. "Vell, in that case, I vant to su-"
Ginny had silenced his request with a strong kiss on his lips, trying
to avoid the two protruding fangs attached to Harry's own teeth. She
felt him part his lips, beckoning her tongue into the warmth of his
Ginny ran her tongue along his teeth, feeling slightly exhilarated by the two pointed fangs. Maybe she would have to let Harry nibble on her neck after all.
"Hey! What's goin' on under that cloak?"
Old Tom's voice had penetrated their moment of seclusion