𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten: Cool Azure Candies

That night, Harry dreamed a blissful dream inside his childhood home. It was the night of the wedding, he remembered, snuggling deeper into the softness of his pillows. The party had taken its toll on the pregnant blonde. With a proud smile, he hoisted his new husband into his arms after whispering apologies to his friends for leaving early. He received approving nods from each of them as the night continued. On the way out to the parking lot, he threw a respectful glance to the Malfoy couple who watched him from the second floor balcony. He smiled at them and they smiled back. He shifted the sleeping boy closer to him, with his outer jacket used to cover the said boy falling miserably with each step.

Once inside the car, he watched him. Like an angel, he thought as the pale locks snuggled deeper into his warmth. In response her draped and arm over his husband. Draco looked pale under the moonlight; his skin soft and supple to the touch as Harry lightly traces his face with the back of his knuckles. "Not so feisty when you're asleep, huh?" he whispered quietly, continuing his caress on the boy's skin. Kissing the smooth flesh on Draco's forehead, he continued speaking in a soft hushed tone "I don't think I love you yet" he said, stroking the light hair "But I would like to. I would like to get to know you" with each word his voice grew softer and softer, willing only the blonde to hear.

They arrived in his mansion an hour into the ride. Again he lifted his husband into his arms and made his way to the main door where he was greeted by his head butler, Pierre. "Good evening Master Harry" the man in his late fifties bowed low at Harry's presence. "Shall I ask them to prepare the young Master's room?" he asked, holding the door open as Harry entered. Pierre followed his master into the large entrance hall and into the lounge where Harry laid Draco on the daybed.

"No" Harry shook his head. "Please prepare the guest bedroom beside the one Ron frequently uses" he ordered, carefully placing his overcoat over Draco. Pierre merely nodded and took his leave, assembling the staff to do as his master has bid. Within a few minutes he re-entered the lounge, again with a low bow he greeted his master. "Master, the room has been prepared" Harry only nodded in response before moving to carry the blonde once more.

The room wasn't small but it wasn't big either. It was humbly sized and warmly decorated in neutral tones. The bed frame was made of painted black; the bed sheets an ashen cooler with the sheets and pillows a crisp color of white. The walls were painted a hint of cream, with dark brown vertical lines to accent. The floor covered with carpet, a deeper color of cream that neared coffee. Other upholstery on the walls was all painted in whites and blacks to act as shelves if needed, trying the entire room together. He laid the blonde onto the bed, kissed his forehead and bade goodnight, whispering a solemn apology as he did. "I'm sorry. Your room is yet to be finished, love"

Harry changed the blonde's clothes and covered him with white blankets before leaving the room. Outside he was met by Pierre, who stood just by the door. "Master's mother called today, sir" he told Harry as they walked towards the brunette's own quarters. "She is requesting your presence at Golden Fort." Pierre paused to open the door and assist Harry inside his room. "Also is asking for you to call her as soon as you get home, she will be waiting" The brunette merely nodded as the man fed the information to him.

"Thank you Pierre. That will be all. Good night" He said after handing the man his dirty clothes and thanking him with a smile. After the man left, Harry let go of a sigh. Ahh yes, his parents, he mentally cursed himself for being so stupid and being so selfish. He dragged himself to the bed and reached for the cordless phone beside him. Fours rings and a sweet voice on the other side answered him. "May I please speak to mother please?" On the other side, he heard the girl scream, chanting his name like a mantra before his mother received the phone a few moments later.