"What exactly does the dark side entail?"

"I'm thinking we do your makeup, maybe a well placed prosthetic here and there and set you up to scare them yourself as revenge."

"I would love to know where you've been all of my life Harry, that's bloody brilliant! I'm in."

"I've been neither here nor there. I'll text Ron and let him know you agreed."

"Do you do the makeup and prosthetics for everyone here?", Draco asked curiously, following him into the back room.

"I make a lot of the prosthetics, yeah! I took some classes at the local uni. I love scaring people I suppose, as sadistic as that may sound. But only when they're into it. You, my dear Draco, clearly wanted to be anywhere else but here."

"It's not you- well technically I suppose it is, I just... I don't even know what I'm trying to say."

His head was still spinning from being called "my dear Draco." He was wondering what exactly the other man looked like without all of the makeup.

"You're not into going to haunted attractions. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm very flattered that you won't even make eye contact with me. It means I'm doing my job well."

"I could if I wanted to", Draco challenged.

"Do you want to?"

"I'm more curious to know what you look like under all of that."

"A lot less attractive I assure you."

That got a real laugh out of Draco, and he felt himself relaxing. Then Harry smiled, no, he grinned at Draco, and Draco felt himself warming up to the other man. Even with the fangs in his mouth.

"So what do you want to do to me then Harry?", Draco asked, leaning against the makeup table.

"That is a very loaded question Draco. I assume you mean with the makeup?"

"I did initially, but now I'm more intrigued than ever about what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

The boldness of his statement even surprised Draco himself.

"All in due time. Now, have a seat. Have you ever worn a prosthetic before?"

"I've worn those cheap Halloween masks, nothing professional."

"Well I'm honored to be your first", Harry flirted.

"Are you always this forward with your customers?"

"I'm not, honestly. There's just something about you, some kind of magnetic pull, I can't explain it. I'm just going with it until I inevitably mess it up. It works for me that you have no clue what I look like, so you're going based off of my personality. I could really be a 3 at best", Harry finished, whispering the last sentence as if he was telling a secret.

"Your personality is a 6 at the bare minimum. I'm sure it only goes up from there."

"Careful with those compliments Draco, I may just fall in love with you."

As the two men had been talking, Harry was carefully removing the prosthetics covering his hands. They went to the extreme here, which made it all the more fun for him.

"Well, you'd be the first."

Harry looked up at him, trying to raise an eyebrow before remembering Draco couldn't even see.

"I highly doubt that. If people aren't throwing themselves at your feet it's because they find you far too intimidating to approach. I don't think I would've been able to speak to you if you hadn't needed someone to catch you."

"Well, I'm glad it was you."

"I'm just going to wash my hands and then I'll see what I have that I can use for you. Do you want to borrow one of my shirts? I don't want to ruin yours. It looks expensive."

"Oh, it is. I don't care much, I don't want to inconvenience you."

Harry stopped at his locker and pulled out a spare shirt he had.

"Here. Let me know when you're done."

Respectfully, Harry kept his back to the other man so he could change. Draco found himself wishing that Harry would turn around and look at him.

"I'm done."

"Perfect. Do you have any makeup on now?"

"Just some concealer under my eyes."

"Alright. Any allergies?"

"Nope."

"You can talk to me or just put some music on if you want. I don't mind either."

"What's your plan with the makeup?"

Harry began to tell Draco his thoughts as he started to look at his face and prepare it for his plan.

"There's a chair by my station, we bring it out when people get too freaked out or start to feel faint. I was eyeing you to make sure you weren't going to need it. I'm thinking we leave the back of you completely normal. You'll be sitting there when they finally come back to find you. I'm sure they're getting a bit worried now.

The chair has wheels and spins, so they'll see you and spin the chair around. I can give you milky white contact lenses, so they'll be confused at first, but may think it's the trick of the light.

I've been working on this new technique. I haven't gotten to test it out yet. I apply a layer of prosthetics around your neck, apply some fake blood and some scar tissue, then I cover it with another layer of prosthetic skin so it looks undisturbed.

I want the effect to basically be like I'm ripping someone's throat out. So I'd come up behind you and pull the first layer of prosthetic off with my teeth. That would reveal the scar tissue underneath, and if I can imbed blood capsules I can puncture those with my fangs..."

"Sounds kinky."

Harry just laughed and shook his head.

"You are just something else Draco. Something absolutely wonderful."

"Well I'm glad you think so."

"I very much do. Now, is that what you want to do or do you want to do something else?"

"Whatever will freak them out to the point that they'll leave me alone, hopefully for good."

"They'll be my test subjects. You are my stunning canvas. Do you want to feel the prosthetics on my face?"

"Do I just touch your face? I don't want to mess any of your makeup up."

"Here", Harry said, grabbing Draco's hand in his own and placing it on his cheek.

"It feels like skin, that's so freaky", he whispered, trailing his fingers across Harry's face.

Sighing, Harry closed his eyes and leaned into Draco's touch, and Draco couldn't help but smile softly.

"Prosthetics will be fine for me."

"Brilliant."

Harry continued making small talk as he started to apply the first layer of prosthetics.

"Open your mouth for me?"

Draco snorted, but quickly bit his lip.

"And here I am thinking you're so innocent."

"I am, for the most part. You don't seem to be though."

"It depends, I suppose. You're just easy to talk to. Very easy on the eyes which is a plus. You also remind me a lot of myself in a way though. At least a younger version. Haunted eyes, smile that never quite meets the eyes."

"Well aren't you perceptive."

It was true, Draco didn't bother denying it. They sat in silence for a few more minutes as Harry continued to work.

"Are you wearing contacts?"

"Colored contacts? No. Contacts so that I'm not blind? Yes. My dad had poor vision, or so I've been told, and I inherited that. As well as his terribly unruly hair. Everyone also tells me that I have my mother's eyes. They're quite striking, so I usually ditch the colored contacts. I don't think I'd be half as scary if I left my glasses on."

Draco didn't know how to respond to that.

"I'm sorry, your parents..."

"Do you see us becoming friends?", Harry asked suddenly, directing all of his attention to applying blood to Draco's neck.

"If you'd like to be, then yes. All of my "friends" so to speak are the result of furthering my father's business transactions. You would be the first."

"My parents passed away in a car accident when I was younger. I was in the car, I was the only survivor. Skip the whole sad orphan adopted by family who didn't want him story, and I was adopted by my godfather at age 8."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It is what it is. I try not to dwell on it. I love my godfather and his husband, they're great. A much better environment, though some didn't think so, but I've never felt unloved a day in my life.

Are you studying to be a therapist or something? You look like you're about my age. Here I am trauma dumping on you. Sorry about that."

"I'm 19. I want to do something with psychology, but my father doesn't approve. As far as he knows I'm on the business track, but I plan on switching once I can land on my own two feet properly.

You know the drill, spoiled trust fund baby who's never had to work a day in his life. Private school, horseback riding, the works."

"Did you play lacrosse?"

"God yes, it was horrible. The sport is fine enough but imagine being a closeted gay kid in a locker room at a private school. I kept my mouth shut and my eyes up."

Laughing, Harry lightly brushed his thumb across Draco's jawline.

"I've always wanted to play. Maybe you can teach me sometime?

I was the weird orphan kid with the scar and two dads. I'm 19 as well by the way. I wouldn't say I was, or I am, in the closet. I'm bisexual. I never tried to hide it, but I didn't make a big deal about it either. I had the love and support of my friends and that was all that mattered."

"I'd love to teach you. That sounds nice. Not the first part obviously, but being supported like that."

"It is. Most of the time. The ginger clown, that's Ron, and Hermione, who works the ticket booth, have been dating for a few years now. I spend a fair amount of time on my own doing whatever since I broke up with my girlfriend, who was his sister by the way."

"Well aren't we a fun pair? We probably have more combined trauma together than everyone else here."

"Oh I'm sure we do. I like the sound of us combined together", Harry teased with a wink.

"God are you always like this?", Draco asked, working to cool his heating face.

"I'm not, you're just fun to tease. Very cute too. Now, have you ever worn contacts?"

"I haven't."

"Can you put them in yourself or do you need help?"

"Can you show me to how to put one in?"

"Yeah of course. Come here to wash your hands."

After they both washed their hands, Harry showed Draco how to remove and then put in contacts.

"I don't know how you can do this. Eye stuff is so freaky. It's like in this one horror movie that I watched with this razor blade-"

"To the eye! You've seen Would You Rather? You've further amazed me. You're almost done by the way. Do you want fangs too?"

"Why the hell not."

"That's the spirit! Is it okay if I take before and after pictures?"

"Yeah go for it, on the condition that I get your number?"

Draco tried to sound confident, but his voice got a tad shaky at the end, and it turned out to be more of a question.

"The makeup makes you feel more confident doesn't it? Hand me your phone."

Unlike his voice, Draco's hand did not shake as he handed over his phone.

"You have a lot of missed messages. I need about 5 more minutes with you and we're good to head out. I'll walk you through the process again. Come here."

Draco moved closer to Harry, and saw that the camera was open. He slid his arms around Harry's neck and grinned, a smile appearing on his face, the likes of which was rarely ever seen.

"You wear your fangs very proudly", Harry replied with a smile, texting himself the photos and returning Draco's phone to him.

"I'm sure they're only texting me this much because my mother will ask for a photo of the three of us to prove we're together every time we hang out. We didn't take one before they left me, so now they're probably freaking out. My mother is not a woman to be kept waiting."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Harry allowed Draco to answer his text messages as he carefully marked on Draco's neck where he would have to sink his fangs into. The last thing he did was work on Draco's eyes so they appeared more sunken in. He then quickly reapplied the prosthetics to his hands, not being as meticulous as usual.

Pans in the Arse: Draco where are you?

Blaising Thorn in My Side: seriously Malfoy this isn't funny anymore

Those messages were from 20 minutes ago.

Pans in the Arse: your mother is asking for the photo

Pans in the Arse: Draco she's going to kill us

Blaising Thorn in My Side: don't be a prick Malfoy

Pans in the Arse: we're sorry!! :(

Snorting, Draco just put his phone back into his pocket.

"How do I look Harry?"

"Absolutely to die for Draco."