#drarry halloween fic

[thusspoketrish]

WIP SNIP

OKAY! TAKE TWO! Thank you to @smehur for the tag!

Guys, I'm so silly. I had originally posted a snippet but forgot that the fic is for an anonymous fest! Whoops! Now this one, not for an anonymous fest! Anywho! It’s Halloween night, and married Harry and Draco are hoping to enjoy a romantic evening with a few scary films and a big bowl of popcorn. But their quiet evening is disrupted by an endless stream of trick-or-treaters—some of them more trick than treat. Also tagging (again, sorry!) @orangepellets @lizziedrip @xxspideyrebellexx @vukovich @sortofshea @newskyillusion @fictional, I'm so eager/curious to see what ya'll have been working on lately! No pressure to participate, though! xx

There, at the end of the drive where the streetlights barely reached, a shadowed figure stood watching him. 

Harry squinted, brows furrowed in confusion. The person was blanketed in darkness, just on the outskirts of the moon's silvery stream of light, their form indistinct. He couldn’t make out any details—just the unsettling outline of a person no taller than the hedges, standing perfectly still.

Frozen for a moment, Harry called out, "Hello?” his voice steady but edged with a sharpness. 

No response.

The figure didn’t move at first; it simply lingered there, a part of the shadows. Harry stepped forward, believing he must be mistaking a branch for a figure, but then, without a word, the shadowy figure turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.

A faint unease crept through Harry like winter’s first chill, breaking his skin into gooseflesh. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as he quickly stepped off the porch and cautiously made his way toward the end of the drive, his defensive instincts kicking in. He glanced up and down the road, seeing no one. His unease began to fade as he returned to the house. It was probably just some nosy teenager pranking him on Halloween or a local curious about the new residents. After all, the house at the end of Helix Road had remained empty for almost two decades.

As he shut and locked the door, Harry’s mind drifted back to when he and Draco first saw the two-story house. It had been charming in a way that caught them both off guard—an old Victorian with ivy creeping up the white brickwork and a wide porch with a teal-coloured door that seemed to beckon them in. They had fallen in love with it almost immediately. It was close to the Muggle primary school where Harry taught PE and the basement was easily converted into a lab for Draco’s potion-making. Everything had lined up so perfectly that it almost felt like fate.

The estate agent, of course, had tried to be discreet during the initial showing, lowering her voice as if the very walls might overhear her and seek retribution. She whispered that the house had a haunted history—perhaps even a lingering ghost or two. Harry had snorted at the idea, and Draco had rolled his eyes in amused exasperation. They’d faced Voldemort, Death Eaters, dark curses, prophecies, war, and death. A ghost or boggart would be a welcome distraction compared to what they’d endured in the fifteen years since the end of the war. “Haunted” was hardly a threat; it was practically a warm welcome to their usual brand of crazy. He had assured himself that they would handle whatever entity lingered in the shadows here without ever breaking a sweat. 

But now, as he stood in their foyer, his hand still resting on the doorknob, concern wormed its way into his thoughts. It was nothing, he reassured himself, a harmless shadow or an annoying local, and no reason to alarm Draco. Draco would only smirk and say it was his overactive sense of vigilance getting the better of him again.

[wolfpants]

raising hell! | a drarry fic

Thank you so much to @citrusses @hoko-onchi-writes @getawayfox for everything. This fic would be nothing without you. Love you all!

Raising Hell! | E | 21k

Tags: Violence (Major Warning); EWE, Dark Magic expert Draco, Auror Harry, case fic, reluctant partners, horror, cults, sex magic, road trip/driving, forced proximity, there was only one bed, going undercover, Drarry are not hurt, but this fic has violent deaths in it, occultism, demonology, I took Drarry and put them in an A24 movie, but like a camp A24 movie, competent Draco, competent Harry, bossy Draco, Harry is done, Drarry in the Muggle world, smoking, fake dating, dagger play, awkward dinner parties, UST, slightly dub con due to being asked to perform sex in front of an audience, but they’e into it, ritualistic sex, exhibitionism, Hung Draco, dirty talk, anal fingering, anal sex, one little spank, felching, come as lube, spit as lube, rimming, blow jobs, finger sucking, praise, riding, snowballing, spit kink

Harry and Draco are sent undercover as a married couple to investigate a dodgy Muggle love cult. Something evil is lurking in Glastonbury… but to get to it, the reluctant partners must be initiated first. And this is, after all, a love cult…

“Come on. What’s a little bed-sharing between old enemies.” Harry scoffed, then swore when he almost dropped his towel trying to free his t-shirt from the tangle of his jeans. He turned, back facing Malfoy, and shoved it on quickly after casting his own Cleansing Charm on it, together with his underwear, which he pulled on next underneath the knot of his towel. An ancient and practised shared dormitory trick. “You were never my enemy,” he said, tossing his jeans over one of the chairs by the window, sending his towel into the bathroom with a swish of his wand. “You were just a pain in my arse.” “You’re giving me ideas,” Malfoy purred, now lying on his side, running a hand over the space, presumably, Harry was to occupy. Harry hated how hard he could feel himself blush. “That’s not professional.” “What about any of this strikes you as professional?”

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[my-castles-crumbling]

October 31st, 2001, Godric's Hollow

It was dark. Porch lights shone, dotting the street with glowing orbs. Orange and purple strings of light, carved pumpkins, and gigantic plastic skeletons made some places look extra festive. Children ran screaming and laughing from house to house, harried parents trailing behind them carrying fluorescent orange buckets and begging them to stop eating so many sweets.

But Harry and Draco just walked.

"Oops, sorry, mister!" a small child, not nine or ten, dressed as a Muggle ghoul, apologized when he bumped into Draco's arm as he ran past.

Both men chuckled. "Hard to believe we were once that small," Harry murmured as they continued down the street, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, I believe it," Draco laughed. "You were a scrawny, ugly, goody-two-shoes git. Of course I remember."

"Says the boy who constantly threatened to tell his father on everyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way!" Harry retorted, but he was grinning.

Draco rested his hand in the crook of Harry's elbow. "You found it endearing," he smirked.

But before they could continue arguing, they came across a house unlike the others. This one was dark, no decorations in sight. The yard was overgrown, and half of the building was completely collapsed, with evidence of an explosion on the second floor. As they approached, the telltale plaque showed, commemorating the moment that had happened at that exact spot in Godric's Hollow exactly twenty years ago.

In a hushed voice, Draco whispered, "This is it, then? This is where he- where you-?"

"Yeah. And where my parents..." Harry trailed off, gazing up at the house.

Silently, Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, pulling him close. They stood there for several quiet minutes, just looking at the wreck, Harry feeling a million emotions as Draco held him.

After a while, Harry sighed, turning to the other man. "Thank you," he mumbled. He didn't specify what for. He wasn't even sure what for.

"Thank you for showing me, Harry," Draco nodded, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Together they walked away, hand in hand.

[klinefelterrible]

Ron: I came here to fuck bitches and get money

Blaise: there he is, my future husband

Hermione: you guys are the most adorable

Harry: last time you said it about me and Draco and I know he takes it very seriously to be literally the most adorable

Hermione: oh fuck

Hermione: Draco I didn’t mean that you guys are less adorable or

Draco: don’t worry, Harry, I am not getting offended or anything from that previously mentioned person

Hermione: “previously mentioned”?

Harry: I think he means “bitch”

[dragonbornphoenix]

Here's a little Halloween ficlet I wrote as part of a Drarry Challenge.

Prompt Word: skeleton | Word Count: 206 | Warnings: implied violence

Trick 'r Treat

Draco surveyed the front yard with a critical eye. The creepy landscape he'd created was, once again, magnificent. The skeleton centrepiece tied everything together in the most genius way. Draco smiled. There was no doubt he would be crowned the King of Halloween for yet another year.

"Rita Skeeter is still missing." Harry's voice drifted from behind.

"Still no clues?"

"None whatsoever. I almost feel sorry for her…"

"After the shit she tried to pull? She went too far this time, Harry. Too far." Draco's voice was a blade of ice.

"I know. Going after our children... Ginny was going to eat her alive."

Draco snorted. "Imagine the horrific indigestion eating that kind of garbage would've given her. She was spared the atrocity!"

Harry hugged Draco and squeezed. "Your sense of humour— "

"—is one of the million reasons you married me. But let's talk more about me and my masterpiece!"

Harry gave Draco his hand. "Be my spooky guide, then!"

They spent an hour of haunted cheer before Harry stopped in front of the skeleton. "You're finally the centre of attention, like you always wanted, Rita."

"And you can get all the season's scoops first-hand," Draco deadpanned, before pulling Harry inside to get ready for Halloween.

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[mintyelbows]

poor taste (in everything but you) by mintyelbows <3

Word Count: 6.3k Relationship(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: E Warning(s): None Tags: post-hogwarts, auror partners, halloween, smut, porn without plot, bottom Draco, top Harry

Harry is getting tired of being interrupted by trick-or-treaters, and one very blonde, very impatient man barging into his house uninvited is not an improvement... well, until it is.

This was written for the HP Halloween Fest!!

[drarrymicrofic]

Did you know that orcas like to kill sharks by suffocating them? 🦈

The last prompt of the month is the one song that CANNOT be left out on Halloween. It is, of course, Thriller by Michael Jackson sent to us by an amazing anon! Thank you so much :))

Listen | Lyrics  

Happy spooky writing! The Microfic Mods ✨📜

[lee-bella]

Non AO3 HP Fest Masterlists

AO3 seems to be down right now. (At least Fanfiction.net is still around—or we could always start writing.) Just for fun, here are some HP fest masterlists with fics and artworks hosted on Livejournal and/or Dreamwidth.

The Snape Showcase 2022 (LJ): Severus Snape through the ages.

Salt and Pepper Fest 2023 (DW): Focusing on characters over 50 years of age, in canon or not

Snarry-a-Thon 2023 (LJ | DW): Severus/Harry. A fest run by the snape_potter community on LJ and DW.

HP Bun in the Oven Pregnancy Fest 2023 (LJ | DW): All about pregnancy. The community also runs a monthly prompt challenge.

2023 HP Het Mini Fest (LJ | DW): Het pairings.

HoggyWartyXmas 2022 (LJ): A Christmas fest/party on Livejournal featuring Hogwarts staff and friends.

HP Halloween Double Drabble Exchange (LJ | DW): Bite size Hallowe'en tricks and treats. Here are some of the more recent rounds: !2020, !2019, !2018.

These fests have been running for many years. I've only linked their more recent rounds. Do check the tags on the sidebar for previous rounds.

And here are two older masterlist directories on Livejournal.

HP Master Lists: Just what it says. It hasn't been active since 2017, but it has plenty of masterlists from older HP fests.

Guns & Handcuffs: A Drarry community. It has a masterlists of H/D fests and challenges from 2004 to 2015.

There are many more older HP fests that were hosted on Livejournal, but it'll take a bit of digging around to find them. Or if you know where to find them, let me know.

[nelweensfic]

The Potters

Little Halloween microfic, inspired by The Conjuring 👻😘 Thank @cluelesspigeons for beta reading it 😎

Harry sensed the house was evil. As soon as they stepped inside, his body vibrated in a bad way, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge.  He kept a polite smile as he greeted the family, though. The poor woman wasn't aware of the ghost behind her, one hand gripping her shoulder like a predator with its prey. 

"Welcome! Thank you for coming," the husband said as he shook Draco's hand. 

"Your wife told us about some problems with the house?" Draco asked as he looked around. 

Harry listened to their story, distracted. Frames had fallen off the wall. Weird smells had been filling the house at night. And every night, at exactly two forty-six, three bangs could be heard echoing around the house. Apparently, the bangs continued until the early hours of dawn.  Draco explained his suspicions that the knocks were probably to curse the Holy Trinity and immediately the couple gasped. 

Harry wandered further  in the house and as he headed to the kitchen, he saw three little girls. They were scared to death, half of their meal still on the table in front of them, almost untouched. 

"Hello!" Harry smiled. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." 

"Are you going to help us?" the youngest girl asked, hugging her teddy tightly. 

"I will." He nodded. "And who are you?" 

"This is Emma, the oldest," the mother, Gina, answered instead, "Stella and Tina are the youngest." 

The girls sat up proudly. Harry smiled with joy at them when suddenly the shadow appeared behind the children, more specifically, behind Tina. Though they acted as if they couldn’t see it. The whole family was joking and the children were laughing. 

Harry glanced at Draco. "I need some fresh air," Harry said. 

"Come back in five. I'm preparing for the interview." Draco sat down on a chair, putting his bag on the table.

Harry took a big breath in as he walked outside, closing his eyes to take it all in. The house felt so stuffy inside. The ghost, the demon, had taken it all. And it wouldn’t leave the family. 

His heartbeat didn’t want to calm down. Harry knew he had to help. Even if after many years, after their last exorcism, he had promised himself to never do that again. He couldn’t help it. He had to protect these children. 

He walked back inside the house, trying hard to not let the evilness take him, and sat beside his husband. 

“Ready?” Draco asked everybody in the kitchen. The children were somewhere else, probably in the living room. 

“Whenever you are,” Harry said. 

He didn’t know that this interview would be the beginning of a long and hard journey for the family, and for himself. The demon looked directly at him, dark circles under itswhite eyes, saliva dripping from  his thin lips as his crooked smile revealed sharps and red teeth. Harry had never seen this in his entire life. The demon was horrible. 

They needed to prove it to the church and they needed to do it quickly. 

Before it was too late.

[the-wandering-writer4]

Harry Potter and the Mysterious Skeleton Boy - thewanderingwriter - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

In case you're looking for a Drarry fic for Halloween!

[dontthrowsticksatme]

A Hug for Harry

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: T

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: It's Harry's eighth year, and his class mates worry about him.

Author's note: My spoopy Halloween gift for you!

Snippet:

When Harry Potter was admitted to the Mental Maladies Wing of St Mungo’s, all of us eight year students volunteered to clean up his room for a nice surprise upon his return. Either out of respectful affection and gratitude for our hero in need, or out of curiosity to see his bedroom, which none of us had been allowed into for at least six months. Sometimes, on rare occasions when Harry was out, we thought we heard strange noises coming from inside. A hum, Neville called it.

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[gaywizardingworld]

It’s not spooky but I’d like to add this one that I just read:

“Merlin, FINE. You Can Be Harry Potter For Halloween” by 606! It’s very sweet 🧡

considering is close to halloween now (ok it’s october 1st but lmao) do you have any spooky / halloween related recs? it can be drarry or femslash or wolfstar or whatever. i’ve never read any fic in the hp fandom with halloween in mind before :0

Happy Halloween season! 🎃 Absolutely, I don’t have the stomach for gore but I do love myself some spooky reads. Here are some of my faves - they’re all Drarry but I’d suggest checking the 2022 HP Fear Fest masterlist. Enjoy! 👻

I Demand a Soft Epilogue by @the-starryknight (M, 1k)

James didn't arrive on the Hogwarts Express, and so Harry hasn't slept in a week. Something has brought him back to the stoop outside a building marked "Library" in gold letters. He's going to go inside. Maybe the Librarian can help.

The Heart of the Manor by kedavranox (M, 4k)

In his efforts to remove the taint Voldemort left on the Manor, Draco hires a team of Curse-Breakers. But what will happen when they stumble upon something older and more insidious than simple Dark magic?

The Other Cottage by @corvuscrowned (T, 6.5k)

If Pansy wasn’t shagging Ginny Weasley, Draco would never have been dragged to Luna’s ridiculous Halloween party in the first place - meaning he wouldn't be sitting in the corner of the room with Harry Potter all night. But when a strange comet passes overhead, things start to get even weirder than usual.

Doppelganger by @writcraft (M, 7k)

It was just a silly dare, but one ill-advised trip into the Forbidden Forest changes Harry’s life forever.

Saltwater Stain by @the-starryknight (M, 9k)

Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

And So Death Took by @icmezzo (E, 25k)

Fairy tales may soothe small children into slumber, but some stories themselves refuse to sleep. The Tale of Three Brothers, retold.

In Our Blood by secretsalex (E, 38k)

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

Yours is the Earth (Hold On, Hold On) by chickenlivesinpumpkin (E, 127k)

After a serious accident in the Forbidden Forest, Draco's personality begins to undergo subtle changes. At first, Harry credits this to a new enthusiasm for life. But as the days pass and Draco's behavior becomes more and more mysterious, Harry begins to suspect that something bigger--and darker--is at work.

Forgive Those Who Trespass by Lomonaaeren (E, 135k)

Harry Potter was convinced he had an ordinary, if inconvenient, life. Then Ron and Hermione vanished in the Department of Mysteries. And the only person who may know where they are is a mute Draco Malfoy.

[klinefelterrible]

Harry: do we have plans on Halloween?

Draco: we are going to Hermione’s

Harry: is this a costume party?

Draco: yes

Harry: are you dressing as Narcissa?

Draco: yes

Harry: can I be anyone?

Draco: I already have your costume for the night

Harry: let me guess: a pumpkin

Draco: obviously

Harry: how come you dress as the Blowjob Queen of Slytherin with heels and dress and effort and I need to be a shapeless pumpkin again?

Draco: it’s called societal expectations

Harry: who is Hermione dressing up as?

Draco: who the fuck cares

Draco: some Muggle stuff I think

Harry: who else is coming?

Draco: what makes you think that I care

Harry: are you becoming Narcissa already?

Draco: I only need a touch of mascara

Harry: and a dick in your mouth

Draco: yes, exactly that

Harry: this can be arranged

Draco: the party is tomorrow, Potter

Harry: but the queen is forever

Draco: when you’re right, you’re right

Draco: c’mere, pumpkin son in law

Harry: for the record, I wouldn’t do it with her

Draco: for the record, you gladly would and noone could blame you

Harry: it’s Narcissa talking, isn’t it

Draco: you look cute, Harry boy, but as far as I know, pumpkins don’t talk

[dragonbornphoenix]

I’m not entirely sure what the trick or treating in the ask box will do, but: TRICK OR TREAT! 👻 🎃

For you definitely TREAT! 🍬

Thank you for your patience while waiting for me to reply. I hope this is decent enough to make up for the delay. 🧡

And here's a fun fact: in Ireland, which invented Halloween, November is called "Samhain" and Halloween "Samhain Eve". So the spooky month is actually November! And no, I'm not using this as an excuse! 😁 But to quote the great Tim Burton, " Every day is Halloween, for some of us..." 🎃

Fright Night! (excerpt)

It’s supposed to be an urban legend! An urban legend! Harry’s mind kept screaming like a record player with the needle stuck in a groove. A Halloween evening full of promising potential had turned into a horror in the blink of an eye.

They were eating candy and watching The Shape stalking hapless teenagers. Harry was waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask Draco out when he heard the disturbing sound. The gurgling. A wet rattle. And Draco slurring, “Harry…”

He turned, and at first he couldn’t register what was happening. Draco was looking at him, wide-eyed, a pained expression twisting his lovely features. Blood poured from his mouth and dripped down his chin, staining his shirt.

“There’s something in the chocolate,” Draco said. The words came out garbled and distorted. More blood bubbled out.

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[mintyelbows]

sweet treatment by mintyelbows <3

Word Count: 2.1k Relationship(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: T Warning(s): None Tags: hogwarts eighth year, halloween, secret admirer except not really, gift giving, candy!!, a bit of grief/mourning, humor, fluff

Halloween brings with it unpleasant reminders, and Harry is comforted by a few sweet treats and a roommate who likes caramel.

This was written for the HP Halloween Fest!!

[elskanellis]

Said this before but will say it again:

The Covid-era non-AU we all need in this world, reminding us that community matters, that magic happens in our chosen families, that it's a joy to make the world better.

I loved all 69k of this great beast.

@goblinmatriarch I am so grateful to know you and to witness you putting this kind of beauty and community into the world. You're a formidable, terrifying, disheveled, gregarious DELIGHT.

My beautiful baby is finally birthed into the world, screaming and covered in viscera!

Title: The Practice of Everyday Life

Words: nearly 70k

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Draco/Harry, Pansy/Hermione, background Pansy/Neville

Tags: semi-epilogue compliant; in that the Golden Trio had all the marriages and kids; but with a 10-year delay; and subsequent divorces; The Golden Trio; Silver Trio; magical lore; Rituals; Pureblood Culture; Potter Children; Granger-Weasley children; Snark; wildly unnecessary snark; children are fucking monsters istg; why am I writing parenting; this is meant to be escapism; what is wrong with me????; Banter; Dad Harry; BAMF Ginny Weasley; chill ron; successful hermione; Ministry Bureaucracy; The Ministry of Magic is Corrupt; Pandemic; Clearly I'm exorcising some shit here; Slow Burn; Drinking; like not a lot of drinking; but it's in there

Summary: After the War, Harry married Ginny, had three beautiful children, and remained best friends with Hermione and Ron, who had two children of their own, and they all were happily married until they weren't. Harry and Hermione are both struggling to navigate post-divorce parenting, Ministry careers, and then this fucking pandemic hits. If that wasn't bad enough, Draco Malfoy reappears out of nowhere with worrying information about magical wards falling and the future of magic itself at risk. Harry and Hermione will have to navigate horrifying bureaucracy, complex magical rituals, confusingly sexy Slytherins, and Having It All

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