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The moon sat still in the dark sky, illuminating what the street lights failed to. Footsteps crunched in the atom leaves strewn across the pavement. Their owner smirked to himself and placed his hands in his pocket. He walked past a group of people smoking a talking loudly with plastic cups in hand at the bottom of a driveway. They didn't notice him go by.

He climbed the three stoop steps and his path crossed a couple sitting on a bench outside the door, their cups on the ground. Her foot knocked one over as she moved closer into the long lasting, tongue filled kiss. The new arrival walked by briefly glancing at them.

The sound of the party couldn't be contained within the house walls. The music and voices were leaking through the window cracks and door jams in a mess of sound. There was no distinct person shouting, no decipherable line of the song. The smirk grew.

He opened the front door and walked in. He merged with the sea of people and waded his way through them. There was not a single person he knew here, he wasn't invited to this party, and no one cared.

He turned into what could be a living room. He pulled a bottle of hard lemonade from an ice bucket on an entable and sat down on a stool at a bar in the corner. He rested his elbows on the top surface with his back leaning on it. He drank and looked over the crowd thoroughly.

He was tall, blond, and handsome. He carried himself with pride and reassurance. His eyes dark and dangerous, yet he had gone over looked. He had blended in. He was unnoticed, just like he wanted to be.

Taking another drink and feeling no effect, he placed the bottle on the surface littered with them as well as discarded cups. His eyes caught a flash of red coming towards him. Perhaps he hadn't of blended in as well as he thought he had. "Who are you?" the redhead asked.

"Friend of the guy throwing this thing," he stated nonchalantly.

The other man sighed and shook his head, "Harry invited too many people..."

"Who's Harry?" the blond asked.

An amber eyebrow rose, "the guy throwing this thing."

"Oh..." he smiled apologetically, "okay, so I really was just looking for a drink and a good time."

He laughed lightly, "well, good luck finding one in the corner."

His smile turned to another smirk, "looks like I already have." His gray eyes scanned the body in front of him.

"H-huh?" the redhead asked in bewilderment.

"My name's Draco," he stood from the stool.

"Ron," he still seemed confused.

"Well, Ron, what do you say?" Draco asked.

"To what?" Ron asked back.

Draco stepped closer and leaned towards his ear, "we go back to my place."

Ron's eyes shot wide in sudden understanding. "Um... I- uh..." he looked over his shoulder to see a girl with long brown hair waving at him. He half heartily waved back.

"Spoken for? Too bad. I really thought this was going somewhere. After all something about me caught your eye to make you leave your girlfriend..." he sighed.

"Hermione's not my girlfriend," Ron said defensively, "she's just a friend."

"Really...? Then what's the problem?" Draco insisted.

"I- um... I-" he looked back at the girl who was now talking to someone.

"You are gay, are you not?" Draco reclaimed his attention.

Ron blinked at him, "h-how'd you...?"

"Oh please, I've forced stronger men out of the closet. Let's stop waisting time. The night's already half way over," he took Ron's hand and started walking back through the sea of party goers.

The disheveled redhead looked around nervously, hoping none of his friends noticed him leaving with another guy.

"I love Halloween," Draco told no one in particular as they left the house.

His hand left the redhead's when he was sure he would follow.

"How far away do you live?" Ron asked as they reached the bottom of the drive way. He shoved his hands into his pockets and his strides slowed.

"Not far. Just a couple blocks," Draco stated.

"Where's your car?" Ron looked down the street they were on.

"Don't drive," Draco shrugged. He turned around and stopped walking. "Where's yours?"

"Hermione has my keys," Ron shared.

"Hm... guess that means we're walking," Draco wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck. "This Hermione girl and Harry they good friends of yours?"

Ron nodded.

Draco leaned closer to tempting lips, "you think they'll mind if you disappear?" His eyes jumped back up to meet the ones in front of him.

Ron smiled, "they'll be too drunk to notice I've left."

"Good," Draco grinned and closed the gap between them. His tongue licked at the crease of Ron's lips. Ron's mouth opened for his muscle to battle Draco's. The blond moaned his submission before falling from the balls of his feet back onto his heels, making the kiss end. "May I suggest a short cut?"

Ron nodded again. Draco took his hand once more and started leading him to a row of trees at the end of the street. "We'll have to go through a grave yard," he warned.

"How fitting," Ron sighed.

"Huh?" Draco asked.

"In horror movies people behaving badly always die first. We'll be going through a graveyard on Halloween to behave badly. We're goners," Ron shared.

"I'm not one for horror movies. The blood is too fake," Draco stated.

Ron laughed, "yeah... I guess."

The trees had lost enough leaves that the moonlight reached the ground. Draco looked up at it. "Romantic, don't you think? The moon, I mean," Ron brought him back down to earth.

"Not really," Draco shrugged. They reached a crumbling brick wall and folded iron gate. Draco stepped between a gap in the stones, Ron followed. "I think it annoying honestly."

"Why's that?" Ron replied.

"Not sure," Draco lied. They reached a grave marker of an angle that looked down at them. Her wings spread out and forward in an embracing manor. Her stone hands held over her heart and head tilted in a grieving sort of stature. Draco stopped and stared at it.

"Something wrong?" Ron asked.

"No, it's just this one has always been my favorite," he sighed and continued going. Ron walked closer behind him. He grew brave and pulled his hand from the blonde's to slide it into his back jean pocket. Draco smiled and did nothing to stop him.

They reached the opposite wall. All that was left of this gate was the hinges it once hung from. Then after a few more trees a large house that seemed to have come from the same era as the graveyard. "This is where you live?" Ron asked in disbelief.

Draco nodded, "once belonged to my... ancestor."

"Wow..." Ron pulled his hand from Draco's pants so he could go ahead and unlock the door.

"Wait until you see the inside," Draco smiled and gestured Ron in.

The redhead walked over the threshold and Draco turned on the lights. Ron's eyes went wide. He felt like he had just stepped back in time. Dark oak rafters, floors, doors, stone walls covered in tapestries and paintings, Persian rugs, and even a suit of armor by the stairs. "Holy shit..." he said in amazement.

Draco smiled and nodded, "told ya."

Ron looked at a door that seemed out of place. He started walking towards it but Draco jumped in front of him, "that's the basement. Nothing down there but spiders."

Ron shivered, "I hate spiders..."

Draco smiled, "no spiders in the bedroom." He leaned forward to place his lips back to Ron's. The redhead's tongue was the first to play. He was rough and demanding. Draco fought back just as violently. He pushed Ron forward, they fell onto an antique couch. The kiss ended when Draco pulled up. He moved to straddle the redhead's hips, rocking his own against them. "Have you... ever been... with a guy before?"

Ron nodded quickly, groaning and bucking his hips up. Draco started kissing his neck and removing their clothes, Ron started to help. "Just cuse my friends don't know... don't mean I can't have a sex life," he rasped out.

"Good," Draco gasped and moaned against the freckled skin, "I'd hate to be your first." He stood up to remove his pants but Ron groaned and sat up. He took the blonde's hips and pulled him closer before pulling the denim down with a hard tug. Draco hummed and ran his fingers through the red locks. Ron looked up at him, Draco smirked, and Ron tackled him onto the floor. Draco smiled and rolled them so he was back on top, "my house, my ass, my rules."

Ron reached up to pull his head down for a kiss. Draco kissed him back while his hands pushed away Ron's trousers. He adjusted his hips, Ron was now holding, and pushed down. He gasped and let his head fly back, his spine elegantly bending. He moaned as Ron pushed his own hips up, forcing himself deeper.

After a few moments of heavy breathing Draco started a rhythm. His hands held the redhead's shoulders tighter with every thrust. He moaned wordlessly while the man beneath him grunted and groaned.

Draco fell back to the others neck when the right spot was hit. The thrusts after that became harder, the noises louder. Draco nuzzled his face against the freckled skin with a whimper.

Ron's hand let go of the blonde's hip. It moved between them and began plumping the erection against his stomach. "Cum for me, Draco," he panted.

Draco shook his head with a smile, "you first."

Ron gasped and groaned as the muscles around him suddenly got tighter. He bucked his hips hard and came inside the other body. Draco moaned loudly before his teeth sank into the flesh offered to them.

Ron screamed, his eyes opening wide.

Draco moaned against his skin and sucked harder. His hips riding out his orgasm.

The redhead's toes twitched and curled in pain. He cried out in agony. His whole body tensed before his world went black.

Draco sighed and pulled away licking his lips. He smiled down at the motionless body and stood up. He found his pants and slid them on before walking out of the room. When he came back he fell into a chair near the body on his floor. He pursed his lips watching their chest rise and fall slowly. "Guess I wasn't that hungry... lucky you," he kicked him with his foot, "or unlucky you, whichever you prefer."

He tilted his head to the side. "Hm... you're getting blood on the carpet," he sighed and leaned back in the chair. "What will I do with you? Woods? Car crash? Fire? What one do you think would be more believable?" He looked back at the dying human. "Such a waste... You were a good fuck."

He stood from his chair and leaned down over Ron. He stared at his face a long time in thought, "you were obedient and fun to play with..." he ran a nail over Ron's chest. "Well built, strong, handsome, it would be nice to keep you around. But..." he stood up again, "what if I get bored with you?" He kicked him again, "because, Ronald, can I call you Ronald, you do seem a bit dull... Not to mention friends and family are annoying habits."

He pursed his lips and tapped his chin in thought, "do you want to die or do you want to live forever as dead?"

There was no response.

"Such a tough choice I know," he dropped to his knees beside the body on his floor. "This is why I don't eat humans anymore..." he sighed and brought his wrist to his mouth. "Hope you're up for it," he said before biting into his own flesh and then placing the wound to Ron's lips.

Ron's eyes didn't open but he groaned and turned his head. "Oh, don't be difficult..." Draco insisted and moved his arm. Ron found the sticky red liquid and opened his mouth cautiously. "There you go, drink up," Draco encouraged as though he was talking to a child.

Ron's mouth opened fully he swallowed and moaned. "Good isn't it?" Draco smiled. Ron's hands shot up to hold the arm in place as he sucked harder. Draco laughed, "I wasn't going anywhere."

The creases in Ron's eyebrows relaxed. His tongue lapped at the wound. Draco sighed and sat back, "I better not get bored with you..."