Ron was loving it in Palermo. Blaise took his husband to see all of the sights and all the things he did as a kid. The day slowly came to an end and Alfred got the car ready for their last trip of the first day in Italy. "The Villa, please Alfred." Blaise instructed and Alfred stepped on the gas. The car moved smoothly along the streets until reaching a very green countryside. "Ready to see where I grew up?" Blaise grinned at Ron. "After today, I don't think a house will be able to top it off but you can try." Ron smirked. Blaise chuckled and looked ahead. "Well, Maestro Ron, you're in for a treat." Alfred chuckled and Ron scoffed playfully. 'It can't be that nice, right?' He asked himself but was pulled out of his thoughts when Alfred announced, "Welcome home."
Ron opened the window of the limo to get a better look of the house.
It
Was
HUGE!
About the same size of Malfoy Manor except the lights where so bright and warm it was almost blinding and the exterior had a classic Italian style home. Just bigger.
The house was in front of the ocean, overlooking the city and had bushes, trees and flowers of all sorts everywhere. It was breathtaking and the fanciest place he'd ever been, aside from the Manor. They drove up the driveway and into the parking where the front door was. Alfred parked the car and a few house elves greeted Blaise and Ron with a bow and a happy, "Mr Zabini-Weasley, other Mr Zabini-Weasley," before scattering of with all the things they had bought throughout the day. Ron gawked at the house before turning around to Blaise who was talking in Italian to Alfred. "This, is your home?!" He squeeked. Blaise nodded and Ron did a little jump before running around the parking lot, looking at all the exotic flowers, taking in the warmth coming from the porch lights. "Blaise, piccola Mia sei tu?" Ron heard a familiar voice squeel. He stopped looking at a large lemon tree, turned around and watched as Loralie Zabini held her son in a tight embrace. "Oh, Ron my son!" She then squeeled again and hugged Ron even tighter to the point where Blaise had to reassure her that it was real. "Mi mancate entrambi tanto (I missed you both so much) ." She grinned before grabbing Ron's hand. "Blaise, go up to your room and check to see if everything's alright. I'm going to show my new son around." She instructed. Blaise rolled his eyes, laughing at his ecstatic mother and opened the grand mahogany doors of the Villa. Ron was immediately embraced with warmth and the smell of pastry and chicken. The front hall was large and welcoming. The walls were painted white which complemented the intricate accents of the room beautifully. Mrs Zabini showed Ron the kitchen, the lounge, the outdoor lounge, the pool, the bar room, her bedroom, all the guest bedrooms, all the bathrooms, the garden, the pool house, the driveway and garage, the dock, and the patio. "It's gorgeous Loralie." He grinned at her and she smiled back. "I'm glad you think so, I'm hoping to see a lot of you here. I was hoping next time you come we bring all the Weasleys over." She smiled fondly. "Now go, I'm surprised Blaise hasn't torn the house down in your absence. Go, go." She insisted, playfully shooing the red head away. Ron walked back into the house from the patio and climbed up the long stairs. Once he found their room he nocked and entered when he heard a light, "come in" . Their room was gorgeous and large. The walls were painted mint green and they had a striking yellow duvet with white pillows. A few meters away from the bed was a white door which led to the bathroom and in the far right of it another white door which held a walk-in closet. On the far left, against the wall Ron was facing was a large glass sliding door which led to a large balcony that wrapped around that part of the house. And next to the sliding door were large glass windows, in front of them a white desk where Blaise was sitting, writing something. "Watcha doing?" Ron inquired, closing the door behind him and walking over to his mate. "Writing to the others of our safe journey." He said looking up from the paper to smile at Ron. The shorter boy smiled back and kissed his forehead from above. Blaise chuckled and got back to writing his letter. "Oh and don't worry, I didn't include the part of you refusing to get in the plane." He chortled sarcastically and Ron looking taken aback. "Don't you dare." He spat sharply. "It's a little too late for that pumpkin." Blaise grinned and ran for it. Ron lept after him and they ended up in a heap of giggles on the bed. After calming down, Ron turned over to the former Slytherin and grinned. "This is officially, the best honeymoon I could have ever had, and wouldn't trade it for the world." He whispered.
Blaise blushed and smiled,
"Couldn't have said it better myself."
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Pumpkin Spice (Blairon)
Fiksi PenggemarBlaise Zabini has been tortured by his 'mother' and step fathers for years now and has anxiety and anger issues but hasn't told anyone, not even his best friends Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, except they figured out about his anger issues, the b...
