A/N: I promised you the birth of Albus Severus this chapter, and I'm finally delivering (no pun intended). It's a little shorter than usual, and a little fluffy, but aren't the births of babys usually a bit fluffy? (Save for those of us who actually have to deliver said baby, but that's neither here nor there). Please review! And thanks to everyone who has left a review so far.

The perfect white waiting room irritated him. White wasn't calming at all, and whoever told the people who designed this room otherwise was an idiot. White reminded him that he was, in fact, in a hospital, and that was stress-inducing no matter what you were there for.

He couldn't sit on the chairs any longer, so he stood and started pacing. Right now Ginny was the only one giving birth, so he didn't have any other nervous family members to deal with. Maybe if he saw someone having a worse meltdown than he was it would boost his confidence.

He had tried sitting in the room with Ginny and Harry, but the first time that the doctor had lifted the blanket to check on her he had left with no intentions of returning. There were lines of decency he didn't want to cross, besides the fact that he had no desire to have George giving him constant shit over seeing more of his sister than he wanted men, even gay men, to see.

He paced for the sake of doing something with his feet. Every so often someone would open the door at the far end of the room, but most often it was someone in search of the vending machine. Twice it was Harry who rattled off a list of numbers that were he figured were supposed to tell him that Ginny was progressing with the labor.

When the door opened again he didn't even bother to look up. If it was Harry he would call his name, grab his hand, do something to help calm him down, which was something he sorely needed at the moment.

"Draco?" a meek voice called, and he stopped short. He turned to see his mother and her sister standing a few feet away, looking nervous.

"Mom?" he asked stupidly as if he didn't know who she was. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you think I'd want to miss the birth of my Grandson?" she said with a faint smile.

"Don't tell me Lucius is here."

"He's not. I left him," another faint smile.

Draco felt a wide smile cross his face as he rushed to his mother to envelop her in a hug. "Finally," he whispered.

"I wouldn't have without you," she sat, motioning to a seat next to him. Andromeda sat behind her sister, a supportive hand on her shoulder.

"What made you see the light?"

"Your son. I've been losing more and more people because of Lucius, it was time to get some of them back. And, more importantly, not be an 'absent grandparent', if that's fine with you."

"Why wouldn't it be fine with me?" Draco smiled. "I didn't like you being Lucius' little puppy, following him around obediently no matter how shitty he treated you. Sorry, Aunt 'Dromeda."

"No problem," Andromeda smiled.

"But if he's out of the picture I'd love to have you back in my life. Do you need a place to stay? Harry and I have a spare room."

"I'll be staying with Andromeda for a while, just until I can get a job and find a place to stay by myself," Narcissa nodded tiredly.

"I could hire you," Draco said.

"That's funny."

"I'm serious. I'm going to spend all sorts of money on a daycare, I could hire you."

"Did you talk to Harry about this?"

"Obviously not. I probably should."

"This might not be the best time to be talking about that sort of thing."

"Harry isn't going to put that boy down for the first few months if I let him."

"Maybe I should move in with you. For extra muscle for when you want a few minutes with... what's his name going to be?"

"Albus Severus."

"Ugh," Andromeda made an involuntary noise. Narcissa and Draco looked at her, eyebrows raised in unison. "You're naming your child after Snape?"

"He was a good man," Draco protested.

"He was a cranky git. He always acted like someone had put dung on his pillow."

Narcissa laughed, and Draco paused. He couldn't remember the last time he heard that laugh.

"Probably because someone usually did," Harry's voice floated from behind them.

They all looked at him expectantly.

"Not me, of course," he smiled. "That was more Fred and George's thing."

"Don't be an arse," Draco muttered. "How is she?"

"Would you like to go meet your son?" Harry beamed.

Draco felt his knees go weak. Harry came and helped him up, and they started towards the room. Draco had all sorts of questions, but his mouth wouldn't form words. Narcissa and Andromeda followed behind, murmuring in excitement. Harry led them down the hallway, opened the door to Ginny's room, and stepped back to let them inside.

Albus was curled up in Ginny's arms. It was obvious from across the room that this was Draco's son. His skin was already pale, his nose pointed, and he had...

"Red hair," Draco said with a fake groan.

"What can I say? Us Weasleys have strong genes."

Draco could just stare at the tiny boy.

"You have five seconds to pick him up, or you're going to have to wait for the next one," Ginny said with a chuckle.

Draco leaned forward, holding his arms out, but he was shaking. He looked so tiny, he was afraid of breaking him. Slowly he cradled the tiny infant and brought his arms back to him, feeling the warmth coming from the tiny body. Albus stirred, repositioned his head against Draco's chest, and was back asleep.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Harry murmured, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"That would be from his Daddy," Draco aid confidently. Ginny threw a small pillow at him which Narcissa reached up and blocked.

"How are you feeling, Dear?" Andromeda asked, sitting in a chair next to Ginny's bed.

"Like someone crashed the Knight Bus between my legs," Ginny replied.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Can't wait for you to get over that pain potion."

"I'm over that already. This is one hundred percent Weasley charm. And you can't get rid of it because you're going to owe me for the rest of your lives for giving you such a beautiful baby. How are you, Mrs. Tonks?"

"Certainly not feeling like someone crashed a bus into me."

"And you, Mrs. Malfoy?" she said, eyeing Draco's mother as if she still couldn't believe she was in the room.

"Call me Sissy," Narcissa smiled at her. "And I'm doing well, though no one really gives a damn about Grandmother, do they?"

"Of course we do," Harry cautiously placed a hand on hers. "You're part of our family."

Our family. The words bounced in Draco's head. He hadn't felt as though he had a proper family in years, and suddenly he was surrounded by one. And a happy one. Harry moved so they were standing, facing each other, Albus sleeping happily in between them. He leaned forward and kissed the raven-haired boy and felt complete.