Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I make no claims to ownership.

If Ron Weasley had been told he would one day be related to Draco Malfoy, he probably would have submitted that person to an asylum… after punching him first for even suggesting the idea.

It was a good thing that Harry sat between the two men in the waiting room. As Rose's favorite uncle and her godfather, she had requested that he be there for the birth of her first child. Hermione was trying to get ahold of Hugo, and so it was just the three of them sitting in silence. Ron was left to sink into his own thoughts.

Rose and Scorpius had chosen not to find out the gender of the baby beforehand. Personally, Ron was hoping it would be a girl with Rose's bright red hair, but he was more curious about the baby's possible name. The couple had been extremely quiet about that.

Then Ron came to a horrible realization: His grandchild would be a Malfoy. If Scorpius and Rose chose to keep the family tradition inherited from the Blacks, then the baby would be named after some sort of celestial body. What if it was named for Draco? Ron would never hear the end of it.

"Are you alright, mate?" Harry asked him. "You look a bit peaky."

"Fine," Ron muttered, ignoring Draco's smirk.

Rosie is a smart girl, Ron told himself. She wouldn't do that.

But she went and married a Malfoy, his mind whispered back to him. Obviously she's a bit insane.

Ron Weasley, heralded as one of the heroes of the Wizarding War, wanted to burst into tears and wished Hermione would come back and use her impeccable logic to comfort him.


"Why's it taking so long?" Hugo complained.

"The first one is usually the hardest," Hermione murmured without looking up from her book. "What do you think of the name Aquila for a girl?"

"It's a bit gender-neutral," said Draco, "but I like it."

Ron glared at him for daring to have an opinion. He then glared at the book in Hermione's lap. Why did she have to bring her old astronomy book? He had never been so disappointed in his wife, and that included the time she tried to cook… Actually, that had been pretty funny. Until then, he didn't know someone could burn broth.

"Hydra and Hydrus could be good if they have twins," Hermione continued.

"Only if one of them is a girl," said Draco. "Otherwise it should be Castor and Pollux."

"Sounds like bullocks," Ron muttered under his breath, and felt extremely gratified when Harry snickered.

"What was that, dear?" Hermione asked.

He was saved from having to answer as Scorpius burst out of the delivery room, beaming with happiness, and Ron prepared himself for the news that his grandchild would have the worst name since Albus Severus Potter. Although in Harry's defense, he'd only told Snape's portrait that as a joke, forgetting how fast the portraits spread gossip, and poor Albus Rubeus Potter had borne the brunt of jokes since then, but what would happen to Ron's own poor…

"It's a boy!" Scorpius exclaimed. "Cygnus Ronald Malfoy."

Ron froze, barely paying attention to Rose's shriek from inside the room. She had the lungs to match any other Weasley.

"Scorpius! You were supposed to let me tell them!"

Grimacing, Scorpius ran back into the room, and the family followed him despite the Healer protesting that only four people were allowed in at a time. Sometimes it paid to be a Weasley.

His heart swelled with joy as he beheld the baby in Rose's arms. Even the few blond hairs on the baby's head couldn't dampen his happiness.

This was the best day of Ron's life. The baby had been named after him, not Draco. He could get over the fact that the boy bore another constellation name. In his heart, the baby would always be his little Ronnie.

"Doesn't Cygnus mean 'swan'?" asked Harry.

Draco sniffed. "It's my grandfather's name, Potter. Don't you dare mock it."

"It doesn't matter, anyway," Ron announced. "Right, Ronnie?"

"Cygnus, Dad," Rose said. "His name is Cygnus."

Hermione, who had taken it upon herself to be the first to hold Ronnie, looked at their daughter in fond exasperation. "Best get used to it, hun."


AN: Um... sorry not sorry for the Snape bashing. It just comes naturally to me, and it somehow always manages to finagle its way in.