Settling into married life when back to London was an adjustment. They were both assured it was even with couples married normally. They needed to become more accustomed with each other's every day habits. It wasn't bad though and they were actually having fun finding out each other's habits and pet peeves. Oliver loved how Harry chewed on his bottom lip when trying to remember something difficult in a text. Harry loved how Oliver not only sung in the shower but made up ridiculous songs in the process. Moxie came and Oliver did have his own ancient elf that came with the house but Oliver loved to cook for them when he could.

Harry's own schedule wasn't bad. This year he was expected to try out several rotations before he could specialize. Harry was pretty sure he wanted paediatrics. His first six weeks he was in accidental magic reversal and hoped never to be again. After Halloween he was in the emergency room till Christmas and so he was on call more.

He decided to cook dinner for his husband one night "I made my mind up I bought the food."

Moxie shook her head "Master be allowing me or Poppo to cook."

Harry shook his head "I am cooking for my husband."

He had found out why Oliver was such a good cook. Unlike Kreacher Poppo was dedicated but unfortunately a bit senile. In households with more then one there would be generations. Moxie and dobby were sister and brother and their mother was Lucius' nanny elf. Poppo was good at housekeeping but not in the kitchen. Oliver's dad offered him another but Oliver said no until Poppo died. But Moxie came with Harry and Poppo was not put off.

Moxie was not looking happy at all. Narcissa may have been untraditional in things like in raising her own son with help from an elf but she didn't cook. Moxie had never seen either of her young masters even boil water before.

Moxie shut off the stove on him "Master Oliver not be happy if house burn down."

Harry turned it back on "I am sure I can keep the house in one piece. But if you are worried you can supervise."

Moxie finally produced an apron "Moxie watch. Mistress Narcissa tell Moxie care for her son. Moxie not let master poison himself. Mistress be very upset."

Harry shook his head "Yes I assume my mum would be upset if I poisoned us. And I was hoping to at least survive a year of marriage."

From the look on the elf she didn't find any thing funny. The elves of course took their duty seriously. Harry had his suspicions why Moxie was chosen The manor alone had a few dozen and they had elves at other homes as well. Moxie was one who was actually more devoted to Narcissa then any born Malfoy. The elf was given to her by her father in law when she came. She preferred her own former Black elf and had Dobby for her son when little. She knew Moxie was loyal to her and would take care of Harry for her. She always reminded him she may not have given birth to him but he was her son just the same.

Harry went with a recipe they learned in Taiwan. He thought it simple enough and one he couldn't screw up too bad. He must have been doing something right as Moxie only stepped in once. She was worse then his husband as a back seat cooker.

He was nearly ready and setting the table when his pager spell went off "It looks like you will have to finish."

Moxie didn't look too upset by the prospect "I make sure Master Oliver knows you make it all."

Harry thought maybe Moxie shouldn't tell him until after he ate. Seeing how nervous the elf was about his cooking he wondered if Oliver would even try. He shook away the thought. His husband would be ravenous from the practice and he wouldn't want to hurt Harry's feelings either.

He left a note on the table for his husband "The life of a healer in training. The first time I try to cook for my husband I am called off to work."

Harry wasn't the only Malfoy called to the hospital. Harry hadn't been summoned as a healer. The department called him but a healer or one in training wasn't meant to work on a case they were personally involved in. There was an entire room of people who Harry knew and who cared about him. They were not here for him but the same reason. Narcissa had been frantic but a healer assured her they would call her son.

When Harry got to the hospital he was confused. None of the nurses thought he was supposed to be on. He was about to think his pager spell wasn't working when his teacher found him. He knew something was up when sent up to a waiting room.

He saw his mum among many others "Mum what are you doing here?"

Narcissa turned and came across the room "Thank Merlin they found you."

Confusion ran through him. He realized he obviously had been called in on a personal matter and not on work. He saw his brother who came over too. When he noticed Oliver's brother and dad there he went into panic mode. His husband was no where to be seen. If he had married Stewart he would not have minded being a widower. But he couldn't lose Oliver now. He didn't care if it would free him. He cared too much for his husband to lose him now.

His heart was racing in his chest and he needed to know before he had a panic attack "What happened? Is it Oliver? Mum what happened?"