goldentruth813:

Thank you for the ask @caroll-in ❤

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“I’m so juicy,” Draco drawled, sending what Harry could only assume was supposed to be a rather lascivious wink but made him look rather deranged instead.

“I really think it’s time to get you home,” Harry tried, placing his hand on what he could only assume was somewhere in the vicinity of Malfoy’s lower back. It was hard to tell given the rather rotund nature of his costume.

“Potter! Potter, did you hear what I said?” Draco cleared his throat and leaned sideways against Harry. The red blush on his cheeks was particularly prominent.

“I heard you, Draco. I think you’ve had a bit too much of Seamus’ Samhain Salutations Punch.” He attempted to lead Malfoy towards the Floo but it was made impossible by the way Draco dug his heels into the floor.

“Now see here, Potter. I’m not pissed. I mean every word I’ve said tonight” He swayed slightly, the little headband with a twisted vine that was balanced precariously on his head of pale hair slipped forward nearly falling off. Harry’s own face flushed at the memory of Draco asking him not ten minutes prior if he wanted to taste his seeds, something he’d assumed had been due to Seamus’ new recipe. “I wore this costume with the full intention of seducing you.”

“Errr,” Harry said, shoving his hands into his pocket. “Why?”

Draco huffed dramatically, putting his hands on his hips. A look that normally, were he in his full Auror regale, would have most people quaking in the boots. Unfortunately for Draco the fact that he was dressed as like he was made everything about him less imposing. “Because I like you, you twit. Merlin knows why.”

Harry’s chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I meant why are you dressed like a watermelon?” He asked, proud of himself for keeping a straight face.

“Weasley said you liked fruit. Or maybe he said you were fruity,” Draco said, tapping his fingers on his chin. “Actually, no he said you liked fruity men.”

This time Harry couldn’t contain his laughter. Instead of laughing along with him, however, Draco bristled, the flush on his face deepening as he ducked his head in a way that was not at all like the usually proud and prickly Draco that he’d gotten used to over the last six months of working together.

Straightening up, Harry cleared his throat and looked at Draco. His legs were decked out in obscenely snug fitting green tights showing off his knobby knees, his fit body hidden beneath a round plush watermelon costume and his usually perfect hair was completely disheveled from a night full of laughter and fun. He was a hot mess, but apparently poky hot messes were Harry’s type. 

Harry smiled as he reached out to touch the back of Draco’s hand. “You’re the sexiest watermelon I’ve ever seen.”