if someone hasn't already asked for this one... "you think you're funny?" for Romione of course! 💕
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“I don’t know,” Hermione sighed. “I don’t think I want to name my child after anyone we know.”
“But Hermione,” Ron pleaded, “It’s Harry.”
“And he hasn’t named his kids after us, has he?”
“We’re at least James’ godparents. He has to wait for this one because we gave Rose to Bill and Fleur.”
“So he gets to be godfather and have our son be named after him?”
Ron shrugged. “He’s Harry.”
Hermione smiled at the fierce loyalty Ron had towards his friend. She rubbed her slightly protruding tummy gently, an unconscious habit she’d taken up since she’d found out she was pregnant again a few months ago. “I don’t know, Ron,” she repeated. “I want our child to have their own identity. Maybe the namesake thing is good for Harry and Ginny, but I’d rather have a new, fresh name for our child.”
“New, fresh names end up naming kids Hermione.”
It’s a good thing for Ron that Hermione was in a good mood, for all he suffered was a pillow in his face.
“Alright, I’m sorry!” Ron exclaimed, scooting a little closer and placing an arm around her shoulders and another on her belly. “So, Harry’s out?”
“I think so.”
“What about Henry?”
“Too similar to Harry.”
“Fine, you think of something.”
Hermione glanced around their living room, looking for inspiration. Her eyes instantly landed on her bookshelf, a source of comfort and reassurance. Then they widened.
“Ron!” she exclaimed. “Victor!”
“What? Where?” Ron yelled, getting up and glancing out the window.
“No!” Hermione laughed, pulling him down to the sofa again. “I meant we should name the baby Victor.”
Ron froze, staring at her incredulously. Finally, he grinned, a soft laugh of light nerves escaping him. “You think you’re funny, huh?” he laughed a little more, the laugh becoming more high pitched as Hermione continued to remain silent. He stopped laughing. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”
“No!” Hermione said, shaking her head. “I think we should name him Victor.”
“We are not naming my son after Viktor Krum,” Ron insisted, taking his arm away from her. “Hermione, have you gone mad?” Before Hermione could answer, Ron continued: “It’s the pregnancy hormones, I’m sure, but Hermione, you cannot–”
Another pillow in the face.
“Will you be quiet, you idiot?” she said. “Not Victor as in Viktor Krum but Victor as in Victor Hugo.”
Ron continued to stare at her.
“The author of Les Miserables.” Hermione explained. “Oh, Ron, if you’d just read some of his works, you’d understand, he’s absolutely incredible.”
“Thought you didn’t want our kid named after anyone?” Ron grumbled. “That they should have their own new, fresh identity?”
“Not after anyone we know and we can’t know Victor Hugo, he’s been dead for over a century.”
“I’m sorry, Hermione, but I still know plenty a Viktors.”
“Just the one.”
“And that’s plenty.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “It’s not after him though.”
“Well, think about it, Hermione. If it were a girl, would you want her called Lavender?” Hermione stiffened, flinching slightly. “Exactly.”
“Alright, alright, Victor’s out,” she sighed, leaning back against Ron. He wrapped his arm around her again. “I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s not a very nice name anyway.”
Ron chuckled and pressed a kiss on her temple. They sat in silence for a moment before– “What about Hugo?”
Hermione furrowed her brows and glanced up at him. “As a name?”
“Yeah,” Ron replied. “I mean, still honouring your great author and all, and I mean, our kid’s bound to be smart and brilliant and incredible and all, and we don’t know any Hugos, do we?”
“No, we don’t,” Hermione said, smiling at him.
“Plus,” Ron added, “it’d be cute, having our kid’s name starting with H. I mean you and me, we’re R-H. Rose is ‘R’, if our second kid’s name started with ‘H’, it’d be a nice pairing, right?”
Hermione hadn’t thought of that, but that did sound awfully nice.
“And we can still acknowledge Harry, since his name would start with H too.”
“Is the H for me or for Harry?” Hermione asked, raising a brow, but smiling nevertheless.
“Either way,” Ron grinned at her, “It works, doesn’t it?”
Hermione glanced down at her belly, then back up at him. “It does, yes.”
“Well, what do you think?” Ron asked eagerly, rubbing her belly. “Hugo?”
Hermione smiled, placing her hand on top of his. “Hugo.”