Draco crouched to put Lyra down so Scorpius could help her into her coat. A little bobbling got it back upright and her hood in place. As soon as Scorpius 'helped' Draco fasten it up, Lyra reached to be picked up again. She squalled a bit at the delay until Draco gently reminded her about his hand. "I can't hold you and get my coat on at the same time," he told her softly. He worked as fast as he could, then bent to sweep her up into his arms. "There we go. See? Not long at all."
Lyra clung to the edge of his hood, one foot swinging beneath his arm. "Granger, invent a charm for putting coats on kids, would you?" Draco muttered to his wife. He was a little glad they didn't have all of their planned children yet, when it came to days like this. Three toddlers, as much as he loved his family, was sometimes a trial. He was half-convinced the Wizengamot could find something to add to his list of crimes and convictions if he had settled four kids under five on Hermione.