Wow, I actually got reviews. I wasn't expecting anything, really. I'm going to answer a question, and then we can go. Remember, I own nothing.

What does the baby's name mean? To my knowledge, nothing at all. I just picked it out because I saw the name in an attendance book once and my computer kept spelling it Zacchias. I wanted a unique name I didn't find in fan fiction often, so I picked that. But, after doing a search and finding the name Zaccheus, I've decided that it could be a female version of that, which means innocent... Which is oddly fitting for a while... hmm... (-ponders-).

Thanks to all my reviewers! You made me feel all giddy! (-snorts-)

BTW, has anyone noticed the breakers in the chapters? Those are my thoughts on what I was writing, or feeling at the time. At one point I was reading fan fiction before typing this up, and Severus was mentally slapped with a wet fish. Thus, the comment of 'FISH!'. Just thought I'd clear that up before anyone commented otherwise.

xXLucky girl...Xx

By the end of the weekend, Harry had been moved into his own tower near the Great Hall. He had told Dumbledore a story of not feeling safe in the Gryffindor Tower anymore, due to his experience with the Dark Lord. He had made sure to keep his voice hollow and his eyes unfocused when he told his story, which was essential if he wanted it to be believable. The Headmaster had taken pity on him and granted him not only his own private rooms, but he had appointed Severus as his own private tutor so that he could take the sixth year exams (which he had passed wonderfully, except for when he had had to leave Zacchia in the capable hands of Draco). After that, Dumbledore had told Severus to teach him his seventh year material early, no doubt wanting an end to the war. Things went increasingly well as the three settled into a close friendship like they'd never experienced before.

All the while, the only people that knew about Zacchia's existence were Severus, Draco and Poppy (as she was the only mediwitch he would trust to keep silent.)

By the time June fourth rolled around, Harry was brave enough to venture outside while the students were in classes. With Zacchia in Draco's good care for a while, Harry wandered down to where a Care of Magical Creatures class was taking place. He smiled as he watched from a distance, following the cute and adorable Puffs around with his eyes. The little creatures were extremely furry and sat comfortably in the palm of one's hand when fully grown. They eyes seemed to take up most of their faces but their mouths opened wide enough to easily devour something of their own size. The males were vibrant colors and hues, while the females were warmer, calmer colors.

Harry had to laugh as one of the female Puffs, a blood red in coloring, scuttled up to him, and gave him a squeak before bounding up his leg and settling on his head. He rolled his eyes and let her make herself comfortable.

"I'm barely out for five minutes and I'm already being attacked by something." The Puff gave another squeak (sounding insulted) and pulled at his hair. He had to wince. "Okay, ouch."

Harry slowly approached the mixture of second year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, only stopping when Hagrid spotted him. He grinned at the half giant, who quickly caught him in a hug.

"Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Yer okay!"

"Of course I am," Harry said. "I just had a nasty cold and was contagious. Professor Snape was looking after me..." Inwardly, Harry was disturbed at how easily the lie came to him.

"Hermione an' Ron 'ave been in a right fit 'bout ya. Yeh should go an' see 'em." Harry nodded and wriggled away from the giant, grinning.

"Yeah. I think you missed this little girl." The Puff squeaked and hurried down the back of his shirt, around the front of his chest, down his pants and the settled on his foot, poking her eyes out of the hem of his pants. Hagrid chuckled as Harry spent a few minutes trying to catch the thing as it raced up and down his leg, avoiding his hand. He finally caught it and handed it back to the half giant, a blush staining his cheeks.

"Thank yeh, Harry," he said, letting the Puff scurry around on his head. "Won't yeh stay for a while?" Harry shook his head.

"Sorry, but I really should be getting back inside. I slipped away from Snape since I was feeling better." Hagrid chuckled.

"Alrigh' then. Go on now. Don't want to be catchin' another cold, now do ya?"

"Definitely not. Bye!"

And he ran off before Hagrid could say anything else or inquire on his supposed sickness. He made it back to the tower in good time, spent a few minutes chatting with the lady and the snake in the portrait that guarded the rooms and then walked in, only to be shocked when Draco made a beeline for him and hugged him tightly. Harry awkwardly hugged him back.

"Draco, what's wrong?"

"I can't calm her down!" he whined. "Zacchia was fine until two minutes ago. She's changed, fed and clean. I'm been playing wither her this whole time! I'm out of ideas!" Harry calmly dragged Draco over to his daughter, who was still bawling in her crib. He picked her up and started rocking her gently, humming under his breath. Draco hung back and watched Harry pace, and then start singing.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word, daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird... And if that mocking bird don't sing, daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring…"

And Draco suddenly found that he knew this lullaby. He had been reading the books he had picked up on helpful tips for raising newborns and some lullabies were in it. This had been his favorite one, so he had memorized it. So, without thinking (or caring) much of what his actions would imply, he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck gently and sang along.

"And if that diamond ring turn brass, daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass..."

Harry seemed surprised that Draco was singing and actually knew the lyrics (and had picked up on the change that he had made to it), but dismissed it, looking down at Zacchia, who was giggling quietly, or babbling, it was a mixture of the two.

At least she had stopped crying.

"And if that looking glass gets broke, daddy's gonna buy you a billy goat…"

Both boys never heard the opening of the door as they sang the lullaby. They did know that Zacchia was nodding off finally, and they kept singing softly, both not wanting the moment to end.

"And if that billy goat won't pull, daddy's gonna buy you a cart and bull... And if that cart and bull turn over, daddy's gonna buy you a dog named Rover... And if that dog named Rover won't bark, daddy's gonna buy you a horse and cart..."

Here, Harry had placed the sleeping Zacchia in her crib and gently turned the mobile, setting it in motion and activating the music that came along with it. He smiled when he noticed that it was playing their lullaby. Both stood back, Draco still with his arms wrapped around Harry's shoulders and Harry with his hands holding Draco's, looking for all the world like a married couple.

"And if that horse and cart fall down... You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town..."

Neither boy heard the door close softly, completely content to just watch Zacchia sleep.

xXFluff!Xx

Severus Snape chuckled to himself as he watched his godson hurry from the dungeons to Harry's tower, making his sixth year Gryffindor/Slytherin Advanced Potions class look to him with odd looks. Ever since the obvious display of affection between the two of them some weeks ago he hadn't been able to keep his 'totally-evil' persona about him. It wasn't happening naturally anymore, and he was ready to believe that it was because of Zacchia (and to some extent Harry, who he now considered part of his previously single-member family).

Severus leaned back in his chair, something he'd learnt from Draco, and watched his class. They were working on a particularly difficult calming draught (he couldn't have them slacking off, not when the exams were just a day away) that should have had their full attention, but sixteen year olds were particularly easy to distract. So, when Draco came running back inside the room, hair out of place, clothes rumpled, purple marks along his neck but a happy glow to him, everything and everyone (even the eyes in jars) looked up.

"Professor! Professor, come see!"

Severus heard the 'look what Zacchia did' in the sentence and quickly stood. He instructed Hermione Granger to look after the class, and locked the door behind him so they didn't escape (a third year Hufflepuff had tried that and now, Severus took no chances). They made their way up to Harry's tower. Draco all but ran into Harry's room, and Severus had to laugh at what he saw.

"It's not funny, Sev!" Harry protested. "Help me!"

Zacchia squealed, obviously pleased. She had managed to spell Harry's clothes bright pink, his hair green and his eyes rainbow colored. She was seated in Harry's lap (who was trying to teach her how to sit on her own by pulling his hand away about three centimeters and letting her wobble a bit before steadying her and repeating the action minutes later), waving her stuffed sun with a smiley face on it around. Upon seeing the two of them, she started babbling incoherently and hit the stuffed sun against Harry's leg.

"I think it's hilarious," Draco said, going over to pick Zacchia up. Zacchia squealed and latched onto his neck, dropping the sun on the floor. Severus chuckled and watched Harry wandlessly spell his clothes back, only to have them turn orange with purple dots. He pulled out his own wand and cast the counter charm. Zacchia babbled in irritation at him and, as revenge, spelled his eyes purple. Deciding that reversing his eye color wasn't worth having Zacchia change the color of the rest of his anatomy, he left it.

"You'll have to get used to the accidental magic, Harry," Severus said. "Infants experiment with whatever they find. Including magic." Harry flopped back on his bed and groaned.

"Damn it..." Draco laughed.

"I'll stay with him, Sev. You go back to class. As smart as Granger is, she can't keep the whole class quiet for long." Severus nodded and went to leave, but he stopped at the door to smirk at them both.

"You two never cease to amaze me..." he said. 'Both of you must be blind to not see it..."

And on that confusing note, Severus escaped the toy that Zacchia threw at him and left.

xXFISH! OoXx

Later on in the day found Draco watching over a sleeping Zacchia while Harry was wandering the castle, looking for Hermione Granger. Harry had decided to tell her (and only her) about Zacchia. He wanted a female opinion and female input, but he wasn't sure that Ginerva Weasley would be supportive. Draco felt that they could count on Granger, even if he didn't particularly get along with her.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"You're awake already?"

"Aiiiiiieeeaaaah! Draco rolled his eyes with a smile and gently lifted the now very awake Zacchia out of her crib. They stared at one another for a long moment before Zacchia sniffled and pulled at his hair. Draco winced.

"Hey, that's not fair. Your hair isn't long enough to pull!" Zacchia giggled and wriggled in his grasp, green eyes sparkling. So much like Harry's eyes... Draco thought. So much like Harry.

"Graaaah!" Zacchia babbled, almost seeming to huff at him. Draco finally pulled away from her and looked her in the eye.

"Just you wait until you're a teenager. Then, you can blame everything on PMS and hormones and drive your daddy nuts. And of course, I'll help you with fashion, being me. You'll be the hottest thing alive, sweetheart."

As Draco prattled on proudly about later years, he warmed a bottle carefully and then fed her. After burping and changing Zacchia, he set her on the ground and then lay down beside her. She lifted one arm to poke him in the eye, and he poked her back on the forehead. She squealed happily and clapped her hands together. Draco let himself be poked and prodded by her and was having a generally good time when the portrait door swung open. When she started screaming and waving her arms in delight, he knew that Harry had returned.

"Well hello there, Zacchia!" Harry said, picking his daughter up. "Were you playing with Draco?" Zacchia babbled something out and gave her father a hug. Draco rolled over.

"She pulled my hair," he stated. When he spotted a thoroughly shocked Hermione Granger, he cocked his head to the side. "Oh, good afternoon. How are you?" The girl let her hand drop from her mouth slowly and she took a step further into the room.

"H-Harry... Malfoy..." she squeaked. Zacchia stared at her. "Oh Merlin, I didn't believe you, Harry, I'm so sorry! C-congratulation, of course, but I don't think I completely understand. If you kept her from us for so long, then why...?"

"I wasn't ready to accept how this happened," Harry confessed. "Draco and Severus found me while I was in labor and they've been helping me ever since. And Ron would have told everyone. I can trust you, right?"

"Oh of COURSE!" Hermione exclaimed. "And she's just the cutest thing in the world."

"She's just like Harry," Draco said before he could stop himself. "Mischievous and deceptively cute." Harry raised and eyebrow, making Draco blush and Zacchia squeal, though they highly doubted that she knew what was going on. Draco recoiled. "I... I... Oh crap..."

Draco quickly picked himself up and fled the room, ignoring Harry's 'Dray, wait!' of protest. He ran down to the Potions classroom and then locked himself inside of it, startling Severus, who then rolled his eyes.

"Okay Draco. Explain."

xXWhee! Females!Xx

Harry sat down on the couch and sighed in dismay, letting Zacchia change his robe color again. Hermione sat beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder. Harry smiled weakly.

"Oh well..." he said. "I hope he'll be back. I can't take care of Zacchia on my own and study at the same time."

"I can help you, Harry," Hermione offered. Harry nodded.

"Thank you... but Zacchia and I think of Draco as her other father. He's just always around, like a good husband and father and... and I... I need him, Hermione. Zacchia needs her other father..." Hermione smiled.

"You love Draco, don't you?" Harry shrugged helplessly.

"Yeah... I do," he said slowly. Zacchia gurgled at him and he rubbed her short hair affectionately. "But... I'm afraid to tell him." Hermione rubbed his arm in comfort.

"He'll be back, Harry. Besides, he did admit that you were deceptively cute." Harry managed another shaky smile.

"Yeah... He did..." There was a moment of silence before Harry got up. "Come on Zacchia, you need to get acquainted with Hermione, and you need a bath." Hermione stood as well and gently took Zacchia from her father.

"Come on cutie. Bath time!"

xXslash?Xx

A/N: This chapter may seem longer, but really, at the length I had it, it would have been incredibly short. I hope this chapter was okay. It might be one of the longer ones, sadly... Ah well. Review please!

NEXT UPDATE: Ummm... Wednesday, I guess.