Title:Trick Characters:Draco, unidentified beast Rating: PG Summary: Draco isn't afraid of a foggy cemetery at midnight. Maybe he should be. Notes: Thanks to kitty_fic for the quick beta!
Halloween night was saved from the abysmal trio of 'dark, dank, and cold' only by the full moon that rose high in the sky. Unfortunately, a thick cloud of fog had descended and the light filtered through it in patches, leaving Draco, nevertheless, to bumble and bump his way through the cemetery, his Lumos rendered nearly ineffective.
Draco dropped to his knees in the dew-soaked grass and began to rapidly harvest the northern facing gravestone-lichens which held most special and rare properties while the moon was high in the sky. So engrossed was he in his task that he never heard the raspy breath or the heavy fall of feet until they were nearly upon him.
Startling, Draco cried out at the dark figure that suddenly loomed over him, arms stretching forward. Draco dropped his supplies and scrambled backward until his back slammed into a gravestone. He cried out in fear and pain, raising his arms to ward off the creature lumbering toward him.
Suddenly, the creature fell onto the ground, laughing and kicking its feet. "You should have seen your face, Malfoy, you bloody ponce!"
Draco growled, lashing out with his foot and feeling satisfied when it connected solidly, accompanied by a yelp. "Potter, you arsehole!"