So DJ_Tatortot and my other friend and I literally wrote this like j u s t now bc I forgot about Halloween so there's a few characters I'm not doing but here's this

Summary: Halloween with Harry Potter. And stuff.

QOTP: Have you had Pumpkin Juice?

Word Count: 1245

Draco -
A Muggleborn presented the idea to do trick-or-treat at Hogwarts this year (the Professors handing out candy). Some think it's stupid and are sitting out, but others - like you - aren't passing up on free candy.

Draco, meanwhile, is sitting alone in the library. He can hardly tolerate Crabbe and Goyle as is, and them hyped up on candy would be even worse. The rest of his friends are going to hang out by the Black Lake, and he'd rather do anything else.

So, here he is. Bored and alone.

Then, you walk in the library in search of Hermione - it's about to start, and she's trying to finish homework. You find her, then see Draco sitting alone and decide to walk over to him.

For starters, he looks ridiculously lonely. Also, you may or may not have a small crush on him...

But that's not important.

"Hey," you say awkwardly.

He looks up at you. "Hi...?"

"You going trick-or-treating?" you ask. "It's about to start."

He shakes his head, sighing a little. "No, I'm not. I've got no one to go with."

He mumbled the last part, but you heard it. "You can come with us - if you want."

To your surprise, he smiles. "Alright. Why not?" He sees a grin grow on your face, and his own smile gets wider as you leave the library.

Fred -
Fred and George, ever the businessmen, are selling Polyjuice Potion this Halloween to students who want the most accurate costumes money can buy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), not many have actually bought any. However, you're one of the few that have.

Specifically, you bought a Snape potion.

"How did you even get this?" you asked them, holding the bottle in your hand.

Fred sighed, looking off dramatically into the distance. "With great, great difficulty."

You laughed. "Sweet. See you on Halloween."

Well, now Halloween is here, and you've taken the Polyjuice Potion.

And your hair is now greasier than an American bacon breakfast.

You manage to spot Fred and George down the hall, setting up a prank, and get a great idea.

You walk up behind them quietly, then clear your throat, causing them to jump and turn around. They go wide-eyed. "P-Professor Snape?"

"Weasleys," you reply.

Suddenly, Fred starts laughing. "Y/N?"

"How'd you know it was me?" you ask, a little miffed that he figured it out so easily.

"No one can be as awful as Snape - especially not you," Fred replies.

You blush, though you do it as Snape, and it's really weird. Before anyone can say anything else, though, a voice rings out from down the hall. "What in Merlin's name is this?"

It's Snape.

George -
"Race you to the carriages?" George asks, looking over at you and grinning.

You grin back at him. "You're on, Weasley."

He looks ahead of him at the Hogsmeade carriages, planning his route around loitering students. "Ready... set-"

"Go!" you shout, taking off.

He sprints after you. "That's cheating!"

"All's fair in love and war!" you shout back, reaching a carriage.

George arrives soon after, wrapping his arms around you and smiling cheekily. "So you love me, then?"

You jokingly roll your eyes. "Of course I do, George; we've been dating for two years."

You get into the carriage and he wraps an arm around you. "Our second Halloween together - and it's gonna be even better than the last."

"What's better than Fred dressed as Gilderoy Lockhart?" you ask.

He laughs. "For starters, the amount of candy we're about to get from Zonko's. Secondly, the pumpkin carving contest I have planned later. Oh, and most importantly - the Halloween puns I'm going to make throughout the night."

"Please no-"

"I would make a skeleton joke, but you wouldn't find it very humerus."

"George-"

Harry -
It's Halloween, and you really want to carve a pumpkin. The problem is, you have no one to actually do it with.

Sure, you could do it alone, but that's just sad.

Then, you remember that you and Harry are decently good friends, and, even though you don't want to bother him (what with Moldy Voldy and all), you really wanna carve this pumpkin. So, you ask him.

"Hey, Potter," you say, walking up to him in the courtyard, "will you carve pumpkins with me?"

"Will I what?" Harry asks, brows furrowed.

"Carve pumpkins with me," you repeat.

He shrugs a little. "Well, I've never done it before, so I-"

"You've never carved a pumpkin before?" you ask, cutting him off. He shakes his head, so you grab his hand and start pulling him along. "Well, now you can't say no; this is an abomination."

He lets himself be pulled along, enjoying the fact that you're holding hands right now. "Alright, fine. But I'm going to be bad at it."

Half an hour and a near injury later, you're scooping the pumpkin guts out and Harry is disgusted. "Why do people enjoy this?"

You laugh at the look on his face. "You big baby."

"It's slimy!"

"You're fought No Nose McGee and this is bothering you?" He goes quiet and continues to empty the pumpkin, causing you to laugh.

The next problem arises later when you're attempting to do a design. Well, when he's attempting to do a design.

He decided to go for the generic jack-o-latern look, considering it's his first pumpkin. But he's really bad at it, so the face is completely lopsided.

Once he's finished, he turns it to face you. "How'd I do?"

You look at the sort of cute pumpkin and the definitely cute look on Harry's face and grin. "It's great, Harry."

"What's yours look like?" he asks; your pumpkin is turned away from him. You turn it around, revealing the round glasses and lighting scar carved into your pumpkin. He blushes. "I-I'd say mine is supposed to be you, but it's really bad, so I can't."

You laugh. "Honestly, it's uncanny."

"No, no, you're a lot prettier than my sad pumpkin," Harry insists.

You blush. "Th-Thanks, Potter."

Ron -
When the red letter is dropped on the table in front of Ron on Halloween morning, dread settles in his stomach. He has no idea what he's done, but he's sure it must be bad if his mum is sending a Howler.

The surrounding students look at him expectantly, seeing the Howler lying there. Harry grins at him. "Open it, mate."

Ron looks at it. "Do I have to?"

"It'll explode anyway," Hermione says, also watching in anticipation.

Ron sighs and picks up the Howler. "Here we go..."

He opens the letter, expecting his mum's voice to ring out through the Great Hall. Instead, he gets something different.

"BOO!" the voice shouts, laughing. "HAPPY HALLOWEEN, WEASLEY!"

Ron immediately recognizes your voice and searches for you in the cafeteria. You're already looking at him, and you lock eyes. You wink at him.

"Ronniekins!" George shouts, noticing the exchange. "You've got a girlfriend?!"

Fred pretends to cry. "Oh, they grow up so fast."

"Shut up," Ron replies, blushing. He looks back at you, secretly wishing you could save Howlers to play them again.