Authors Note: First of all thank you for even clicking this far. This is really just a thought I kept having and needed to write it down. I have more of an idea of where I want to take it to continue it further but wanted to see how this first part did. I am very much an amateur writer so I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes I missed when editing:) Oh also Italics are thoughts or flashbacks.

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The Waiting Room (Present Day-2004)

Harry groaned struggling to open his eyes and take in his surroundings. Bright lights flashed above as he was rolled down the hall. Squinting, Harry tried to remember where he was. It smelt sterol and there were distant voices somewhere near. The voices sounded urgent and energized but he couldn't make out what they were saying over the loud ringing in his ears, Harry hadn't noticed that till now. What the hell happened to me? Harry opened his mouth to ask but nothing came out. A medi-wizard came into view with her wand pointed at him.

Everything went black.

Ron couldn't sit here any longer. He was the only one in the waiting room of St. Mungo's classified, practically Auror only, branch. Which in hindsight should have been a good sign, meaning no one else had been hurt enough to be taken in. But to Ron this mean he was the only one here for Harry, his partner. Sure, when he called Hermionie to tell her where he was and that he was fine, she had wanted to be there but she needed to stay with the kids.

Stopping his pacing and looking at the time Ron thought of his kids. Sidney had turned two a few months ago and was sure to be giving Hermionie a hassle about getting her to bed. Whenever her Daddy wasn't home for bedtime there was always a battle between the energetic little girl and the sleep deprived Hermionie. Rupert on the other had was no issue. He was probably one and was the easiest children Ron had ever heard of; sleeping through the night, not a picky eater, and stuck to the schedule. Harry had the magic touch with them, if Ron and Hermionie were lost leave it to Harry to know exactly what to do to sooth them. He almost smiled thinking of his growing family as he was drawn out of his thoughts by muffled shouts somewhere behind the closed hospital doors.

He began to pace again, thoughts drifting to Harry and the little he knew about his partners life outside of work. They had been so close at Hogwarts but after the war when Harry disappeared… he wasn't the same when he showed up two years later at Auror training. Harry was almost too cautious, sharing only the bear minimum, and never discussing those two mysterious years. But he was still Ron's best mate so he knew when to stop pushing Harry for details. And now almost four years later they were partners and it didn't seem that strange not knowing about Harry's life. He surly must have someone besides us. But Harry visited the Weasley's often enough that Ron didn't think much of it anymore. Until tonight that is. Sighing Ron took another look at the time, only five minutes had gone by.

What the hell happened to Harry tonight?

This was somewhat of a routine mission. Six Aurors, bad guys hiding out, go in, handle the situation, get out. They'd done it thousands of times, what was so different about tonight?

They were surrounding a warehouse on the outskirts of muggle London. Two Aurors on each side of the building with Ron and Harry on either side of the main door, wands at the ready. At the signal Ron entered the building with Harry close behind. Slowly they began clearing the space. The farther they went the more apparent it became this place hadn't been used in months, just as they were fanning out ready to call it in ad abandoned a wand was fired. It had all gone in slow motion after that, spells being thrown in every which way the Aurors not ever seeing their targets. Chaos. Then it stopped. The air cleared and Harry was on the floor surrounded by blood. They were all the sudden at St. Mungo's and Ron was left to wait.

"Why is it always you" Ron spoke aloud to the empty room. Ron sat again, finding no use in pacing, putting his head in his hands. It was moments like this that reminded Ron how lucky he was to have Hermionie and the kids. Harry had no one of his own. No one there to comfort or take care of him, no one to talk to his day about, no one to fight with, no one to love. The Weasleys could only be there for Harry so much before they had to go back to their lives. If he was honest Ron was worried about his best friend. It had been six years since the war and all of their friends were starting to settle down, heck he'd just gotten an invitation to Luna Lovegood's wedding of all people.

Ron heard a door opening but he didn't dare look and get his hopes up. Too many people had accidently walked into the room only to be shooed away by the nurse at the end of the hall for being in a restricted area. Ron sat there lost in his woes for his friend and almost missed the commotion coming from the nurse's desk at the end of the hall. He began to half listen when he heard a child start to fuss.

"Yes, hello, I received an owl stating there's been an accident and I needed to be here as soon as possible." The mystery voice said sounding shaky and rushed.

Must be someone else too hysterical to realize they are in the restricted branch.

"No, no Im certain I'm at the right place. I'm here to see-" the fussy child began to cry. Now Ron was interested. Who was this fighting with the nurse when he obviously wasn't supposed to be here. "I'm sorry about the noise, there was no time to get someone to watch her. She's just tired"

The voice was getting closer, the nurse leading it down the hall. Was there someone else here who Ron had forgotten about? No everyone had been released by now. Maybe there was another mission attacked tonight...?

Ron finally looked up to see the nurse frivolously talking to someone who had a now sleeping child on their shoulder, its head buried in curly blond hair. She looked about Sidney's age if not a little older, no one else in the office had a child that age. Slowly the child stirred and opened her eyes. Ron would know those eyes anywhere. The same eyes his best friend had. Entranced Ron couldn't look away, even when the nurse was suddenly called and rushed through the hospital doors. Those eyes were suddenly ripped away as the person holding the girl turned around and reviled just about the last person Ron expected to see again, under any circumstance.

Draco Malfoy.

He stood, hand on wand, his training kicking in. Malfoy didn't seem to have noticed him yet as he was consoling the little girl. He looked about the same as Ron remember him plus the usual things that come with aging and surviving a war. He was the same height, dressed to the nines, styled hair, nose as pointy as ever, and dried tear streaks down his face. "We'll have daddy back soon little dove" he heard Malfoy say.

Who could possibly be in here that you know? Ron thought, or more like thought he thought as Malfoy's head shot up started by the other man in the room. His face hardened but didn't seem half as surprised to see Ron as Ron was to see him. Malfoy spoke, "If you must know my business I am here to see my husband."

Ron was blown away by that, someone else was here. He'd always assumed when they were at school but it was only ever just a theory. Ron was about to question further but the nurse stepped into the waiting room, "Sir I have further information from the healers regarding your husband." Malfoy stayed where he was locking eyes with Ron, seeming to challenge him to comment. "Mr. Malfoy-Potter if you could please fallow me." Turning away from Ron he fallowed the nurse through the doors.

Ron slid back into his chair not believing any of this was actually happening.

Husband? Malfoy-Potter? So this is what you've been hiding for so long Harry. But why?