𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: Cold White Candy Canes

There was tension in the air as they stood. The shaded moon was watching them from its place in space. It was sad these two. Their idea for a happy future was speedily fading in front of their eyes--and they were just letting it happen. There were no other spectators of the scene, but merely by standers. At the moon's expression the wind had begun to sing a melancholy melody, with the trees dancing sadly to the tune. The star one by one hid, behind the gloomy cloud not wanting to watch this heart wrenching sight.

He stood there in utter shock--unmoving with seemingly all the locomotive response in his brain failing. Had he heard it right? He wondered in deep thought playing back in relapses what had just occurred. This man, this beautiful man who had been haunting his wet dreams since the first time they met. This man who is intriguing all his fantasies since their eyes met from across the hall at the Baron's place. This man had eyes which held a million mysteries behind his eyes which Harry could not resist to uncover. This man, Draco Malfoy, his angel was pregnant. He couldn't believe it.

"Who's the father?" he found himself asking, curious of who the father was. It was a miracle! A child conceived from a man, the father would be utmost delighted--or scared to hell--whichever was his fancy. At the same time he fought a frown of jealousy threatening to form on his lips. He desperately bit to prevent a scowl from forming. He was a moron to think that such a beautiful man could have been faithful to him; they weren't even lovers to begin with! Surely he has had much experience from before with such beautiful exotic features and those tantalizing silver eyes. Harry felt an excited shudder trace over his spine as he thought about those breathtaking silver eyes filled with lust staring back at him. He clutched his fist shut making his knuckles whiten almost immediately.

Draco could barely hear a thing. The booming noise resounding from the hall inside the Malfoy mansion, the party had steadily grown wilder with each hour that passed and he was lucky enough to escape to the outside gardens before fatigue totally overcame him. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a breath just as heavy, running hands over his arms in attempts for warmth as he slowly felt colder with each passing minute while waiting for the brunette's response. His heart was pounding so hard he continued taking breaths to try and tame it, but no avail. He watched as Harry silently bit his lips and noticed the shaking of the other man's fist.

Would his Harry hate him more if he knew? Wait. This gorgeous green eyed man in front of him wasn't his. He tried to shuffle back a tear before answering the man's question. "I'm looking at him" he spoke out with his voice icier than the Atlantic weather as he said the words. He couldn't bare it. This man had seen too much of him both physically and emotionally. He would be wounded to greatly if he let this weakness continue. Deep inside his heart, he wished that this man would accept him and the child he was carrying but every ounce of hope died when he heard the man curse furiously. It was over. The deal was done. Harry Potter did not want him. He was rejected. He looked towards the ground and choked back another sobbed that was about to spill from his lips--saving himself from the immediate pain.

The blonde was out of sight in the matter of seconds, leaving a dumbfounded Harry Potter behind him. The brunette was speechless--from a mixture of so many emotions flooding through his heart and brain. His lips were twitching into a smile. Draco's words echoed in his mind. Did this mean that he was finally going to have a family? He allowed his lips to curve into a big grin now. No longer bothering to keep his seductive gentlemanly expression in tact but instead he let the smile sit on his face. Draco was pregnant with his child.

He was going to be a father! He thought in his head with so much joy that his heart could almost burst in sheer happiness. Draco was pregnant with his child! A Potter junior was in the blonde's womb.