Verb- to treat (a person) as a celebrity.
"Don't fret darling, I'll get the door for you." Harry Potter was quick to get the door for his soulmate, ignoring the strange looks that he received. With his messy raven colored hair in a ponytail, he looked like what some would consider 'a troublesome punk'. The leather jacket and ripped black skinny jeans surely didn't help, although half of the mall shoppers were just bitchy Karens- they really didn't count.
Draco Potter smiled softly at Harry's antics, clearly pleased. Draco loved him, with all of his nerdy theories about Doctor Who- "he's in love with him you know. Also, I think he's going to die in the next episode." Some were way more complex, to the point Draco zoned out, staring at the beautiful man that he was lucky to call his. He was so kind, and that was one of the few things that Draco loved about him. Harry treated Draco like he was a celebrity, and while Draco pretended not to enjoy it, he surely did. "Thank you Harbear."
Harry smiled happily, moving onto the next door to hold open. "Come along dearest. I have so many big things to do today."
"Such as?" Draco looked curiously up at his husband, standing up on his tiptoes to kiss Harry's cheek- why did Harry have to be so tall?
"Y'know, calling Ginny and congratulating her on her engagement, making sure that our kitten Snowball didn't break anything, and stop by the store. And possibly, if you're willing, you." Harry's arm snaked around Draco's waist, pulling him closer. "Come along dear, I called a limo."
"Why do we need a limo?" Draco sighed. Harry always treated him like a celebrity, but this was a bit far, even for Harry. Although Draco shouldn't underestimate Harry, considering that Harry had went out and bought a red carpet for him once- his mother had some questions, to say the least.
"Did I forget to mention that your father is throwing a ball that he expects us to attend?" Harry smirked at the woman who'd said something rather... hateful, seeing her gasp. "I really do think Lucius likes me."
"Don't get an inflated ego," said Draco sweetly. "I know marrying me can do that to a bloke, but at least try to control yourself. You're simply scandalous."
"As if I'm the one with the over inflated ego," cooed Harry. That statement was simply hilarious, considering that the Malfoy lineage was known for being cocky, arrogant, snobby, and having over inflated egos. Although Draco had become less arrogant and snobby (considering he married a tattoo artist that his parents weren't fond of- at first), he still had the over inflated ego problem. In Draco's eyes, he was simply the most stunning bloke that God ever made, with Harry coming in second place- Harry agreed with that statement.
"Mister and Mister Potter, please, allow me to get the door," said the aging limo driver- Dobby, if Draco's memory was correct. His tan skin was wrinkled, more so than Draco ever remembered- given, it'd been a while since he'd last seen the kind man.
"They can't be brothers, unless the mother cheated. Can't you tell, one's white and the other's tan?" A woman stalked by, her hair cut into a bob. Dressed in a red polka dot shirt and shorts, she looked to be around roughly forty years old. The meanest scowl was resting on her face, which didn't make her look very attractive.
"This is exactly why dad left you," said a girl that appeared to be her daughter. "And why I live with him."
In a matter of moments, both Draco and Harry were in the backseat of the limo. The windows, tinted incredibly dark, helped to keep out the sun's bright rays, which Draco was grateful for- he'd forgotten his sunglasses. Rich fabrics and countless hours of needlework, created the luxurious seats, which his father had handmade to please his every desire. The velvet material had but a stain, which wasn't a shock, considering that only the Malfoys were allowed to use the vehicle- exceptions included Draco Potter and the drivers that they Malfoys generously paid. Harry may have called a limo, but Lucius simply refused to have his son riding to a formal dance in a 'commoners' limo.
Outside, the streets were filled with cabs and other cars speeding by. Sidewalks were filled with pedestrians walking about, headed to and from different compartment stores. Above head, the sky filled with dark clouds, so dark that they almost looked more black than grey, that promised to downpour on London later in the day. Billboards were filled with bright words and colorful photos, each carefully modified to attract certain types of buyers.
Harry and Draco made small talk, though nothing was overly personal- nothing scandalous needed to be printed on the front page of the journal. Although Dobby wouldn't mention a word to anyone, there were lots of people that had vendettas against Lucius Malfoy, the rich pinhead. People who'd stop at nothing to try and destroy the pristine Malfoy name.
Black wrought iron gates, spiraling high above the limo, was the first sign that they were at the Malfoys' Manor. Moments later, servants were opening the gates, smiling at the group inside the limo.
Narcissa Malfoy smiled at the moment the doors opened to reveal her son and his husband. Her hair, a snowy blonde color with dyed black roots, was perfectly curled, likely done by her hairdresser just merely a couple of hours ago. A raspberry colored dress flowed behind her when she walked, long enough to almost touch the pristine lawn.
Lucius Malfoy maintained his rather distant, cold look, his eyes conveying his emotions instead. While his lips continued to remain in a frown, his eyes held a warmth that was unusual for him- a look that was used more frequently with his wife and son (well, occasionally with his son's husband). Dressed in a white tuxedo, his eyes scanned over his son and his son's husband, immediately tutting over Harry's clothing choices. "Pity. Here I was, thinking that perhaps you finally got a fashion sense."
Harry smirked. "And here I was, thinking the same thing about you."
Narcissa smiled at her son-in-law. "Come on in. I'm sorry to tell you Harry, but I don't have a red carpet you can roll out for Draco."
Harry just smiled at her. "Don't worry. I bought one today when I found out I was coming here." Harry opened the trunk, pulling out a red carpet.
Draco just rolled his eyes, smiling. His husband was the best.