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For the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game. The word was Happy. Wc: 245
H- Harry looked up at Draco from his seat. The fear is his green gaze tugged at Dracoâs heartstrings. Draco hated this. He hated hospitals. They smelled weird, had a bunch of viruses and germs prowling about, and the doctors always ignored them.Â
A - Alright. Draco admitted that they mightâve pushed the limits of the St Mungoâs staffâs patience. But this was their first child! Of course they were going to show up when Harry started experiencing contractions! How were they to know it was only Braxton Hicks and not the real deal?Â
P - Plus, with Harry being precocious in all areas of life, it stood to reason that heâd deliver early as well. And this time the contractions were for real.
P - Pushing his ire to the side, Draco approached the old battle-axe mediwitch at the front desk and tapped his fingers against the counter when she ignored him. Eventually he cleared his throat in irritation and she looked up.Â
Y - âYou again?â she drawled.
âYes, me again, you cruel and neglectful harpy! My husband is on the precipice of delivering our first and perfect child!â Draco hissed.
She glanced behind him at Harry and her face turned green. âOh! Why didnât you say something before!â she shrieked.
Draco held back from hexing her and quickly went to his husband. The mediwitch showed Harry to a wheelchair and Draco held his hand as they made their way together to their new future. Potter-Malfoy, party of three, coming right up.
















