Drabble: Trick or Treat? (Rabastan/Hermione)

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Title: Trick or Treat?
Pairing: Hermione/Rabastan
Prompt: Trick or treat
Rating: R
Length: 380
Warnings: sexual overtones.
Summary: Hermione bribes her husband to stop playing tricks on her the only way she knows how.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, everything you see belongs to JKR/Scholastic Books/Bloomsbury Publishing or Time Warner Inc.
Author's Note: This is the second ficlet/drabble for the rarepair_shorts prompts. rated R for the sexual overtones.
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Hermione ran through the darkened house towards the bedroom she shared with her husband. The clatter of her heels against the wooden floor was enough to let him know where she was.

A pop in the room in front informed her that he had already beaten her to her destination. She stopped and walked cautiously towards the door. It was Halloween after all, and there was no doubt in her mind that he would play some kind of trick on her.

She opened it without stepping into the room; instead she made sure the door touched the wall behind it before she went in. Stepping over the threshold carefully her eyes darted over the room to find nothing out of place. She knew he was still there; he would not have left without giving her some kind of fright. Hermione just hoped it was one which she wasn’t going to scream at, though knowing her husband’s sense of humour she certainly would be.

Stepping further into the room Hermione looked around to find nothing and just as she was about to walk out she felt as if a balloon had burst over her head. She was wet, and she hoped it was only with water and nothing else. A second later and she felt another pool of something flowing down the back of her cloak. It seemed heavier and stickier than water, as if he had poured syrup down her back.

“If you don’t stop playing tricks on me Mr Lestrange then I shall not give you a treat.” Hermione said in a mock serious tone.

“What kind of treat did you have in mind love?” he said appearing in front of her.

“A treat which doesn’t include eating candy, or pumpkin pie.” She replied.

“That could be anything.”

“Not when I am wearing this.” Hermione said as she undid her cloak to reveal black lace underwear. “Do you really want to give up the treat just for a few tricks?” she asked sultrily.

Rabastan growled. He would not give up any kind of ‘treat’ from his wife. He knew that she had something special in her mind and it would probably be the only chance he would get to do it. He could save the tricks for another year.