𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: Spicy Mandarin Delights

If there was one thing he learned about his new husband; it was that the boy loved chocolates. After the nausea attack in the car, by the sweet scent of wild berries, Harry had discovered that a small dose of chocolate confectionery would soon calm the pale blonde boy down. He couldn't help but smile now, as he led the said boy into the all too familiar landscape of Dr. Cullen's clinic. He'd been in this clinic multiple times before, but Draco didn't as he soon realized the tight grip the boy had on his fingers.

"Good afternoon, appointment?" a small girl, younger than the last one Harry noted, greeted him with a sweet smile. She never batted an eye lash, nor missed a beat at her fast typing fingers as she waited for Harry's reply.

"Potter, 2pm" Harry said in his usual business tone, squeezing the cold hand clasped in his own. Looking at the boy beside him, he noticed that his young husband was biting his lower lip in between his teeth. Harry found it cute, not minding several pairs of eyes staring at him and placing a warm and comforting arm around the blonde. "Are you okay?" he whispered quietly, feeling the other nod against his chest.

Draco didn't like the doctors--rather, he didn't like going to the doctors; hence the reason why their family doctors had always been called to the manor. He never liked the smell of antiseptics that filled most of the halls in hospitals and clinics. The smell reminded him of the needle incident all those many year ago when he was a boy. The young nurse in training had miss read the depth of the vein in his arm, and had to prick the sharp needle into his skin twice. He shivered now, remembering the horrible thought.

"Oh" the words barely registered in the youthful receptionist's mind as she quickly recognized who stood in front of her. "Mr. Potter!" she said, almost in a delight, springing up from her seat to greet him with a proper curtsy. Glancing at her watch, and the watch on the computer screen for precaution, she looked at him with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry Sir" she said with the utmost sincerity "Dr. Cullen is currently seeing his last patient for the day"

With that, Draco felt his husband tense from behind him and the arms protectively on his shoulder unconsciously tighten. "I see" he heard the deep commanding voice from above him, making him bury his face against the man's hard chest. He knew it was because of him; if he had not gotten sick during their initial ride to the clinic, they would have made it in time for the appointment. Fear flooded his system in a flash. Oh god, please don't make let him get mad, he silently prayed closing his eyes.

"Could you perhaps ask if he has time for one more?" Harry asked again, firmer this time saying it like a command rather than a request. He bit his teeth together, restraining himself from blowing up at the ignorant girl. Yes, they had been late, he knew that much already. After Draco's little mishap in the car earlier, he'd phoned the doctor himself and informed the man of their expected tardiness. He found the girl's ignorance rather annoying, but he didn't want to make a scene.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't think that's possible" she countered quickly, sitting down on her desk before finishing the sentence. Just as she did, the oak wood door of the small clinic opened and a pregnant couple exited the doctor's office.

"Harry!" a deep voice from inside the office resounded. The man had gotten a glimpse of the aristocratic brunette and recognized his childhood friend immediately. Standing up from behind his large leather desk, he walked towards the door and ushered for the pair to come in. Harry could only give the receptionist a small glance before heading inside the office.

"Richard!" Harry greeted with a huge grin on his face, sincerely patting the man on the back with a manly hug. "It's been long. How is your father?" he asked casually, motioning for the blonde to take a seat on the plush leather cough across from the table before taking a seat beside him. Draco moved aside slightly to give his husband some room to sit.