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Draco was in the middle of a rather complicated potion when Harry’s stag patronus appeared, galloping through the walls.
His heart immediately leapt to his throat.
“St. Mungos,” Harry’s voice said. “Come quick as you can, it’s Lily.”
Draco barely had the presence of mind to douse the fire and put a stasis charm on his potion; it wouldn’t prevent it from being ruined, but it would prevent it from stinking up their entire basement. He didn’t bother changing his clothes, or straightening his hair, or even tidying his hands. He just apparated to the apparation point outside of St. Mungos and rushed in.
His daughter was in trouble and he would move heaven and hell for her.
When he reached the information desk, the wizard seated there gave him a disdainful look, he clearly recognized him, but Draco didn’t have time to worry about it. “I’m here to see my daughter, Lily Potter-Malfoy.”
The man looked down at the charts briefly. “I don’t have any patients here by that name.”
Draco ground his teeth. “Lily Narcissa Potter-Malfoy,” he repeated, “she would have come in with my husband Harry Potter-Malfoy. He sent me a patronus a few moments ago and I’m certain he wouldn’t have gotten the hospital wrong. Could you please check again.” He tried to phrase it politely, even though it wasn’t a request.
“Yeah,” the man said, again, hardly glancing down, “I’m sure.”
Draco took a deep breath, trying to be patient, knowing it would only make things worse if he demanded that he be shown to his daughter’s room.
“Oh, Mr. Potter-Malfoy,” a voice called and he looked over to see a mediwitch heading towards him, “this way if you please, your husband will be so relieved that you’re here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Draco spat, glaring at the man behind the desk who had paled considerably. “I was just told that Lily and Harry Potter-Malfoy were not here.”
The mediwitch looked over at the man at the desk.
“Sorry,” he said, “did you say Harry Potter?”
“No,” he replied, “I said Harry Potter-Malfoy.”
She was glaring daggers at the man behind the desk, realizing the last thing they’d want to do was piss off Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. “I apologize for the confusion,” she said. “Your husband sent me to see if you were here. Please follow me.”
He followed her down a short corridor and into a room, Harry was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands, but otherwise the room was empty. Without thinking, he brushed past the mediwitch and made his way to his husband. “What happened?” he asked, as he knelt in front of Harry, holding his face in his hands. “Is she alright?”
“Draco,” he gasped, “thank Merlin.” Harry reached for his hand, his own shaking.
“Are you alright?”
He shook his head. “She fell on the playground. She was playing on the slide and she just,” Harry was shaking so hard that it was making Draco even more afraid, “she fell over the side. I was at the bottom waiting for her to come down and I couldn’t-”
“Shh,” Draco soothed, stroking his hair back off his face. “It’s not your fault. It could have happened to anyone.”
“She cried the whole way here,” Harry said. “She wouldn’t stop crying.”
“Okay,” he said, “but crying is a good sign, right? It means she was conscious the whole time, did she hit her head?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head fervently. “She broke her fall with her arm, but something must have really hurt. I think I heard a crack,” he whispered
“Okay,” Draco said, pressing a kiss to Harry’s forehead. “It’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t have taken her to the muggle playground,” he said. “I just didn’t want to get mobbed, I wanted her to be able to play.”
“It’s okay,” Draco promised, rubbing Harry’s hand. “It’s all going to be okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered.
Draco kissed his forehead. “You’ve nothing to apologize for, love.”
“But I should have-” Harry started when they heard the sound of wheels and three-year-old chatter outside of the door. They both stood up, turning as their daughter appeared.
“Papa!” she shouted when she caught sight of Draco, all smiles at the two of them.
“She’s okay?” Harry asked, as Draco scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her blonde curls.
“Yes,” a second mediwitch confirmed, “just a broken bone. We’ve set it to rights.”
He passed her over to Harry, knowing that he needed to hold her, needed to reassure himself that she was alright.
Harry held her close. “Daddy is so sorry,” he whispered.
“I got a lolly,” she informed him.
Draco chuckled. “All forgiven, then,” he said, rubbing a hand over his husband’s back.
“We can go?” Harry asked the healers who were still standing in the doorway.
“Yes,” the one who’d gone to fetch Draco confirmed, “you’re all set.”
Harry looked over at her. “Oh, in all the chaos, I forgot to ask, what was it that kept my husband from being directed straight to this room?”
The mediwitch grimaced. “A miscommunication at the desk with the man checking your husband in.”
“A miscommunication,” Harry said flatly.
Draco snorted and apparently that was all the confirmation Harry needed.
“I want him fired.”
“But-”
“Or at the very least, moved to a position where he doesn’t interact with people who are coming here for their loved ones. That is not acceptable behavior, barring someone from their family is unethical regardless of the way you perceive them.”
“Of course,” the second mediwitch replied. “Consider him transferred.”
Harry nodded once. “See that he is,” he said and Draco got a little shiver up his spine, he loved it when Harry was commanding. “Right, we’d best be off, then.”
Draco rested his hand lightly on Harry’s lower back as the three of them walked out of the room and headed down the corridor. When they were far enough away from the mediwitches, he said, “That wasn’t entirely necessary.”
“I can walk?” Lily asked.
“Yeah, love,” Harry said, setting her down between them and holding her hand in his as she reached up to take Draco’s as well. “It was necessary,” Harry added, as they crossed the lobby. “I’m here all the time Draco, I won’t have people who can stop you from getting to me working at the reception desk.”
“I love you,” Draco told him.
“I love you, too,” Harry replied.
“I love you, too!” Lily repeated.
Draco smiled, heart full of love for the family he still couldn’t quite believe he had.
“How about some ice cream?” Harry said.
Lily cheered, and even though Draco knew it would spoil her dinner, he found (as he so often did) that he couldn’t begrudge either of them anything.
As long as they were happy, safe, and together, that was all that mattered.