Drarry One-Shots

A Father's Choice Pt5

 Harry angrily paced the hospital hallway outside of Draco's room, as he listened to Ron arguing with Shacklebolt about Lucius being able to get in and out of Draco's room undetected. Harry stopped pacing and sighing, ran his hands over his face, as he leaned against the doorframe of the open door and watched his husband finally sleeping. After they had discovered Lucius had been there, Harry worried about Draco hurting himself, asked Healer Jones to give Draco something to calm him down and he had given him a Sleep Draught. By the time Draco had fallen asleep, Ron and Shacklebolt had arrived, so Harry joined them in the hallway. He had asked the two Aurors guarding the room to watch his husband in the room until he was done.

 Listening to Ron argue with Shacklebolt made Harry smile sadly, he didn't know who was angrier about the situation, him or Ron? He knew that Ron considered Draco family, he has for years now, but it still shocked him at times to hear Ron defend his husband.

 "You're daft if you think he's going to stay here." Ron's angry voice spoke, breaking into Harry's thoughts.

 "He's seriously injured, Weasley, where do you purpose he go? He can't go home, it's too dangerous." Shacklebolt said sighing frustratedly as Ron paced upset.

 "We'll take him to a private Healer, somewhere that that tosser doesn't know about." Ron suggested.

 "Ron, we can't hide from Lucius, if we run now, we'll be running for the rest of our lives." Harry said sighing.

 "So, what do we do then?" Ron asked sighing frustratedly as he stopped pacing and stood beside Harry.

 "We find the sod and finally put his ass in Azkaban where he belongs." Harry answered.

**Two Days Later**:

 Draco sighed as he sat in his hospital bed, his home for another three days at least, and stared out the window. Harry was in the hall talking to Ron and Shacklebolt again, leaving him with the Aurors. Thankfully, he was healing, slowly, but still healing, which meant that he could go home, of course, right now home meant a Ministry safe house. His mother, Harry, and their children had already been moved into it a few days ago. Knowing his family as he did, he knew that the safe house was actually the Burrow. They were going to stay there until Lucius had been captured and sent to Azkaban. He was scared that his father would hurt his family to get back at Draco for his betrayal, he didn't give a toss what that sod did to him, but he'd kill Lucius if he tried doing anything to his loved ones.

 His thoughts were interrupted by the door to his room opening and Harry and Ron came into the room, both looked completely knackered. Harry thanked the Aurors and told them that they could return to the hall now. Once they left, shutting the door behind them, Draco spoke.

 "When was the last time either of you got any sleep?" Draco questioned.

 "Uh." Harry said confused as he looked at an equally confused Ron for help.

 "I can't remember, mate, we'll sleep when this is all over." Ron answered.

 "How are you feeling, love?" Harry asked as he kissed him.

 "I'll be better when Lucius is in Azkaban where he belongs." Draco replied sighing.

 "We'll find him, Dray, I promise, mate." Ron assured him.

  "I know you will." Draco said. "Have you made any progress?" He questioned.

 "No, not yet, but we're working on it, we actually came here to ask you a few questions that could help us." Harry said.

 "Questions about what?"

 "The two Death Eaters that disappeared with Lucius." Harry replied gently.