A/N This is just a cute drabble I had on my laptop. I'll probably refine it again later, but for now this is how it is. I might continue it with other characters, but that'll be after exams are done =(.

Harry walked up the dirt path and into the backyard where the Weasleys were have their celebration. Hermione was already there. She and Ron were holding hands by the buffet.

Meanwhile, a heavily pregnant Fleur was being given tips by Mrs. Weasley on several different aspects of childrearing. When she spotted Harry, she spared him a pleading glance, but Harry just shook his head. He wasn't going to be the one to tell Mrs. Weasley that Fleur would raise her child the way she wanted and not the way Mrs. Weasley wanted. He may be the savior of the wizarding world, but he definitely wasn't stupid. He feared Mrs. Weasley's temper more than Fleur's vengeance.

Instead, he headed over to George and Bill. Charlie was currently dating a girl by the name of Cassidy, so he wasn't there. Percy, meanwhile, was trying to convince Ginny that she shouldn't take the job offer for chaser on the Holy Head Harpies ("It's just not practical," Percy insisted).

"So Bill," Harry said with a grin, "I'm sure Fleur'll be happy with you tonight."

Bill was dressed in his trademark ripped jeans and black tee shirt. His fiery red hair was as long as it had ever been, despite Mrs. Weasley's constant complaints. He had a new pair of dragon skin boots on (a birthday present from Charlie; it was from a Regal Copper) since his old pair were nearly worn down to the soles.

Bill rolled his eyes and heaved a mock sigh. "Oh well. It's worth it just to be able to watch them."

George, meanwhile, had his hair cropped shorter than he usually had it. His apparel was the trasdemark Weasley Wizard Wheezes shirt; it was mauve and bright yellow with the logo. His shorts were a tan cargo style as well, and his frown lines had almost all turned into laugh lines since Harry had last seen him.

George chuckled, "Have the two of you decided on the name yet?"

"We've tossed around a few names," Bill admitted, "but we like 'Victiore'. It's French for victory."

George's eyes began to water as his body shook with silent bouts of laughter. He swallowed the gulp of butterbeer with some difficulty before saying, "Victiore? I'm sure she won't hate you for that name."

"Well, she'd have a nickname," Bill retorted defensively.

"Like what? Tiory?" George heckled.

"No, don't be stupid. Vicky," Bill stated obviously. Harry immediately burst out in chortles.

"You have to go tell Ron. Make sure Hermione's with him, though," Harry told them through his sniggers. The two men looked at him quizzically, but all Harry did was laugh some more and point at Ron and Hermione.

As Bill walked over to Ron, Harry pondered whether he should go with him, to hear better, but his qualms were soon appeased when he heard Ron's voice rise above the quiet chatter of the backyard.

"NOT VIKKI!" he insisted. Hermione jumped back, startled for a moment and Harry strained his ears to catch what was said next.

"I think it's a lovely nickname, Bill," Hermione hurried to say.

"Of course you would…" Ron mumbled, "Bloody Vikki…It's a pansy's name. Eurgh."

"What're you," Hermione broke off and a look of understanding passed through her eyes. "Ronald Weasley, you are utterly ridiculous!" Hermione snapped. "His name wasn't even Vikki—it was Viktor!"

Bill walked back over to Harry, booming with laughter. "I suppose we'll have to give her a different nickname, then?" Bill chortled.

"Why would you do a thing like that?" Harry asked in mock seriousness as the corners of his lips twitched, "Vicky's a wonderful nickname."