𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine: Melted Pink Ice Pops

" Take me home"

As pregnant as he might be, the blonde in his arms was lighter than he last remembered, Harry thought worried as he shifted the blonde in his arms with a heavy sigh. Blonde locks rested--nuzzled rather-- softly against his shoulder, lightly prickling his neck by its tips; he really didn't mind at all. His wild black hair shielded his eyes from onlookers as he watched his peaceful, slumbering husband in his arms. He couldn't feign the smile on his lips while he carried the sleeping blonde away from the noise and glaring lights of the party. After all, he wanted to take care of his young pregnant new husband who lay in his arms quietly, oblivious of the commotion that they have left behind.

Just after their first dance as a married couple, the blonde's hot tears wetted his shirt, begging the brunette to take him home. Angry rumors had already started to spread and Harry could not deny his husband anything in the world at that moment--silver eyes brimming with unshed tears and lips quivering to hold back furious sobs. The ball stretched on into the wee hours of the morning, serving as a wedding reception and an after party to all the hearts broken when they said their vows. His friends have also taken up the opportunity to have their own brand of fun, which of course meant another round of betted sex. Harry declined to join this time; in truth, he hadn't told Draco about the last bet he made concerning him.

Now, Harry walked slowly and careful not to wake his slumbering spouse as he left the ruckus of the party, intending to let his husband have a well-deserved rest; he was, after all, carrying Harry's child. The car was not too far away, he noted, spotting the humble vehicle only a few meters away from the entrance. Its entire frame was coated in shiny black paint with almost equally dark tinted windows. He wondered briefly if it was wise to leave the blonde in the backseat alone as he slept away, but he concluded that it was too risky. Setting Draco down on the seat, as if he were made of precious glass, Harry then pulled out his phone and dialed a number he knew far too well. He waited for the person to pick up.

"Yes?" Hermione answered the phone after three rings, her voice evident with strain as she attempted to hear him through the loud music in the back ground. On her side of the conversation, the poor woman held her palms tightly to her ears as she fought to hear Harry's choppy voice through the phone.

"Herm, can I maybe borrow your driver for the night? I'm afraid of risking Draco in the back seat alone." He said, hearing a feminine laugh on the other end of the line as a response. With the laughter ringing in his ear, he barely stopped a small smile from appearing on his lips.

"Aww, falling for him too quickly now player?"

"Yes, yes, and I love you too Hermione" he answered her back playfully, taking a few steps from the car as not to wake Draco. "Now is it yes or no?" he pressed on.

"Yeah sure, just let him back before the morning okay?" Harry laughed aloud and nodded this time at her comment, taking a small glace back to see if he had awakened his spouse; Draco was still breathing evenly behind him, or so it seemed to Harry. "Don't miss me too much okay Herms?" He said before snapping his phone shut and calling for Sam, the driver. By the time he settled himself in the car, Draco was fully awake to hear the latter part of his conversation with Hermione. It was good, the blonde could still hold his breath in even cycles just enough to fool his black haired husband and he was thankful for it. He simply let Harry believe that he was still asleep and didn't question as Harry pulled his body close, encircled an arm around his waist with his hand securely placed on his stomach. He let the man do as he pleased, just as he let his heart tighten once more before he let sleep consume him once more.

. . .

"Holy Mary mother of-- g!" Hermione nearly yelled out, covering her mouth with both her hands in attempts to quiet herself down as her lover pumped into her, hitting her g- spot at just the right angle to make her scream in pain. "Oh holy fuck!" she exclaimed as beads of sweat formed on her face, making her firey red hair stick on her face as she pushed her hips forward on her partner's mouth while fingers penetrated her. She was close, she could feel it; the wetness in between her legs was undeniable.