"Well, Aunt Hermione says Delphi's now locked up in Azkaban," Albus said, throwing himself heavily down on the other end of the sofa to where I was sat with my back nestled against Draco's chest.

Having lifted my feet to allow space for Albus to sit down, I plonked them back down on his lap. I was expecting yells of protest and disgust about my smelly socks, but instead, my son allowed his hand to rest lightly on top of my ankle.

"Good," Draco spat, encircling his arms tightly around me. "Hopefully, she'll rot in there."

"Yeah, well I thought there was something off about her from the start," Scorpius muttered, sitting on the floor in front of us, leaning his back against the sofa by Albus's legs. "Unlike some."

Albus smacked the top of his brother's head. "Stop being so jealous! Just because you've been getting nowhere with Rose."

"Ow!" Scorpius complained as he rubbed his head. "Dude, the girl didn't really want to kiss you – she was just using you!"

"Let's not talk about her anymore, please," I begged quietly, "I just want to enjoy being back in the twenty-first century with all of us together again."

Much to my relief, Minerva had allowed Albus and Scorpius to come home for a few days, despite it being mid-term. After everything we'd been through, being together as a family was what we needed more than anything right now.

"Sorry, Etta," Scorpius mumbled, "but yeah, it's good to be back. And thank you for giving me my own room. As much as I love Al, he doesn't half stink."

"Scorp, you don't have to thank me," I said, smiling at him, "this is your home too now. Of course you get your own room. I just hope you don't find the space too small after the Manor."

"Nah, it's cosy, I like it. Besides, Dad didn't much like living at the Manor. Here, he seems happy and relaxed."

Draco coughed, and fidgeted slightly. "The war destroyed what it was for me. I cannot walk the hallways without remembering..."

He fidgeted again, clearly uncomfortable talking about it. I threw him a sympathetic look as I gently squeezed his arm.

"It's okay, Dad," Scorpius said quietly. "I get it, I do. But it's just a building at the end of the day. Home is wherever you guys are, and that's what matters to me."

"Pass the bucket," Albus muttered dryly under his breath. "It's like living with the bloody Waltons."

I kicked him with my foot, scowling at him. Trust my son to ruin a beautiful moment.

He poked out his tongue at me, I poked mine harder. And then suddenly our faces simultaneously split into huge grins.

"You know, I got to watch them," Albus said, his voice suddenly solemn and quiet, "for a bit - your mum and dad."

"Al," I breathed as his face filled with a look of such wonderment and sadness. I could feel my heart racing wildly as I waited in anticipation for what he was about to say.

"They were - you had fun together." He continued. "Your dad used to love to do this smoke ring thing with you where you... well, you couldn't stop giggling."

"Yes?" I encouraged, smiling, feeling the sting of emotion behind my eyes.

"I think you'd have liked them. And I think I would have liked them too," he added in a small, quiet voice.

"Oh, Al," I breathed, reaching out towards him, and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "And I'm sure they would have been so proud to call you their grandson."

We exchanged a small, sad smile; a newfound understanding passing between us.

"They looked like they would have been cool grandparents," Scorpius piped up, sighing. "I've never really known what that's like, though - to have grandparents."

My heart twisted for the poor boy, whose maternal grandparents were dead before he was even born and his paternal ones... well. Did they even count?

"You know, Arthur and Molly Weasley have been the best grandparents in the world to Albus, and I know they are going to welcome you as one of theirs without question," I smiled down at him, ruffling my hand in his hair.

I couldn't help but notice Draco emit a quiet scoff, which I responded to by jabbing him discreetly in the ribs with my elbow.

"B-but they don't know me," Scorpius stuttered, "and they've known Al all his life,"

"I wasn't much younger than you, Scorp," I assured him, "when they welcomed me into their home. They were the first real family I ever had. The first family I ever remember feeling loved by."

I felt Draco firmly kiss the top of my head as his arms tightened their hold around me. "I'm glad you had them, Potter," he murmured softly above my ear.

"Yeah, well I've got a pretty wonderful family here, too," I smiled up at him, feeling my heart flutter with love as his eyes twinkled back down into mine.

"So... when are you two going to make this official?" Albus said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at my son quizzically.

"He means when are you going to get married?" Scorpius looked up, grinning.

Draco sat up so violently, that I almost toppled off the sofa.

"M-married?" he spluttered, looking panicked.

"Jeez, Draco!" I looked at him incredulously, "you don't have to look so horrified by the idea!"

Righting himself, he immediately settled back, pulling me back into his arms.

"I just meant," he murmured, "that it's not something we've ever discussed, I always assumed that you wouldn't-"

"You don't want to marry my mum?" Albus asked furiously, his eyes boring angrily into Draco's.

"Of course I want to marry your mum! I want nothing more-"

"Really?" I said shocked, sitting up to turn and look at him, wide eyed.

"Well... yes," he said, as a pink tinge rose to his pale cheeks, his eyes darting nervously down at Scorpius.

"It's okay, Dad," Scorpius said, Draco's apprehension not lost on him. "I love Mum, I always will... but if you are going to marry someone else, then Etta gets my vote."

To say I felt moved would be an understatement. Draco swallowed, nodding down gratefully at his son.

"So?" Albus asked, looking at Draco expectantly, "are you going to ask my mum to marry you then... Dad?"

We all stared at him, stunned. My heart hammered in my chest, not quite believing what I was hearing.

"Dad?" Draco murmured in astonishment. He too, looked as though he was unsure of what Albus had said.

"Yeah, well..." Albus shrugged, blushing slightly, "that's what you are, so I may as well start calling you that... if that's okay?"

"Al, that's more than okay," Draco said, his voice choking slightly, and I could feel the pride emanating off of him.

"Well that's your best men sorted, then," Scorpius grinned. "Now we've just got to decide who Etta's maid of honour is going to be."

"Draco, are our son's actually planning our wedding?" I asked, looking up at him in disbelief.

He shrugged, a smirk flickering at his lips. "Seems that way, not that I'm complaining - are you?"

"No," I smiled, my heart fluttering in my chest, "I'm not complaining at all."

Draco tilted my chin up, brushing his lips briefly against mine. "Well, I guess that settles it then... Mrs Malfoy."

"Hold up!" I said, sitting back up, "who said anything about me becoming a Malfoy?"

Draco looked at me, baffled. "I just did."

"I love you, Draco, but I'm not giving up the Potter name for anything. It's the only thing I have left of my parents."

Draco's mouth fell open, I could tell he was struggling with this idea a lot. But I was never going to budge on this. I'd been Potter all my life, and I couldn't imagine being anything else. I didn't need Draco's name to know that we belonged together.

"Does this mean I'll become a Malfoy though?" Albus asked.

"It's completely up to you, Al, after all, Malfoy is your birth right, but I don't mind if you want to stay a Potter like me." I said before Draco could intervene - I could see him silently spluttering out of the corner of my eye.

"Can I... can I be both?" he asked, somewhat apprehensively. "As in Potter-Malfoy? I like the idea of taking Dad's name, but I don't want to give up your name either."

"That sounds like an excellent idea." I grinned over at him.

Scorpius looked up at me, "Can I, too, Etta? I know you're not my real mum but I'd like to share the name with Al - and you - seeing as we're going to be a real family now."

"Errr... you might want to check with your dad about that one," I beckoned over to a now almost puce coloured Draco. "But you know, you taking on my name is the best gift you could ever give me Scorp."

"Is he all right?" Albus frowned, nodding over at Draco, who looked as though someone had sent a Stunning jinx at him.

"Oh, he'll be fine," I said jovially, patting Draco's head, "once he gets used to the idea of living with a houseful of Potter's."

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