"Albus Severus?" Ginny fumed, glaring at Harry. If looks could Avada, Harry would have cheated death yet another time. He winced, but held his ground. "What the heck kind of a name is that? Do you even KNOW how much he'll get picked on?"
"Yes, but Ginny, they were-" Harry tried to explain, but was quickly interrupted.
"Two headmasters of Hogwarts and the greatest men you ever knew, I've heard it all before." She huffed, crossing her arms in a huff. "At least James is a good name, a normal name. Albus? Really? Do we have to name all of our children after somebody, or can we be a little original? I wanted to name our first son Alexander, but no, you just had to name him after your father figures-"
Harry pulled the vivacious redhead to him and smashed his lips against hers, one hand holding her hip while the other slid through silky red locks. He would never get tired of this. She tasted of mint and cinnamon, and Harry loved every bit of it.
They broke apart after a few minutes and Ginny was breathing hard, brown eyes wide and a bit dazed.
"What were we talking about again?" She asked, the fury gone from her voice.
"Our second son." Harry prompted gently.
"Oh, right. Albus Severus is a wonderful name." She said, before pushing Harry onto the bed by his shoulders and making sure they were in for a very active night.