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Draco: You don't think crowning yourself in literal fucking snakes is a bit obvious?
Hermione: Plausible deniability. Medusa is a classic Halloween costume.
Hermione: ... so long as no one sees the initials tattooed on my arse.
Draco: Mine
Hermione: Yes, you Neanderthal. Now stop smiling, it's terrifying.
They snuck away from the ball, but Theo caught them with his camera.
Draco: If you tell anyone I'll fucking kill you
Theo (note on the photograph): You'll thank me one day - Theo xx, Halloween 1998
The evening wears on and the secret after party turns a bit wild among the 7th and 8th years. Smoke and music fill the air, Someone has spiked the drinks with a euphoria elixir. Everyone is dancing, and Draco can’t keep his eyes off Hermione.
Ginny: I can't believe one of your snakes bit McLaggen's nose
Hermione: Stop looking at me like that
Draco: No
A wee bit high, a wee bit drunk, catastrophically in love.
Theo gleefully snapping pictures of these two with their guard down
Hermione: Rawr
Hermione: You're mine
Draco: I really am
Mwah
Theo (note on photograph): get a room (and let me watch) - Theo, Halloween 1998
After the party, Draco sneaks her into his room.
Draco: Let's get out of here
Draco: Lie down, baby. I'm hungry
Hermione: Draco—you'll smear the paint
Draco: good
Smeared face paint. Glistening mouth. Turns out this man is REALLY hungry.
Draco: One more, baby
What happens on Halloween stays on Halloween. Some mutual understanding between Ginny and Hermione.
Ginny: So. Saw you getting friendly with the ferret last night.
Hermione: Saw your hand up Parkinson's skirt last night.
Silence
Ginny: Some fucking party
Hermione: laughs
