AN: Ugh…studying… Much thanks to everyone who faved and have this on their alerts. Already this is reaching almost 500 hits! The reason for Lily's middle name is because Luna can't really be used.

Legionary Prime: Good question. It's why I'm doing James' first so that I can get a feel with it.

James: It means pregnant, prae means before and gnasci means to be born.

Zireal07: Thanks! What about the awesome do you like?

Cosmyk Angel: Ah, yes, the cake. No one is certain how the Surprise Birthday Party of '04 exactly went down…

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: Prae Gnasci: Fourth Month

Word Count: 2K

Summary: "Almost makes you wish Snape was still around to see this." It makes sense that the firstborn of a Potter and Weasley could wreck havoc even from inside the womb. Sequel to Warmth of the Sun.

Ever since it was more apparent that Halley was showing was when she was noticing that her coworkers were giving her more space. They would try to hide the more gruesome cases from her, some Aurors even avoided her altogether, and the looks that she was getting were becoming even more annoying. The last straw was when she was walking by someone's cubicle was when a large group of Aurors went quiet in the midst of a talking over a case.

Halley pivoted and marched on over to them. Crossing her arms over her sore chest, she stared them down as she felt the ire rising. "Please, continue," she drawled. "Act as if I haven't worked with you for seven years." One of the trainee Aurors began to fidget on the spot. She was surprised that she could look threatening with baggy maternity robes.

"Sorry, Potter," another said. "We just aren't really—"

"Just for the record," Halley interrupted. "First is that it's been Weasley for a few years now. Second is that I'll be losing weight by kicking all of your arses in duelling and in fieldwork. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that you all have to coddle me."

"Uh, sweet?" He offered her a Chocolate Frog.

"We should think of names," Halley said. She was sitting cross-legged on his desk and eating out of a Chinese takeout box.

Gabriel was sitting in his chair and was having trouble with his chopsticks. He cursed as more of his rice spilled over his jacket. "I wish I brought a fork." He pulled out his wand and transfigured the utensil into one. "Parchment's on the right, so let's start making a list."

Halley opened the drawer and fished through it to also find a self-inking quill. She set her food down and scratched her nose with the tip of the quill. Then she wrote down 'boys' and 'girls' and separated them with a line. "Okay, where to start besides using 'Bugger Effing Weasley'?"

"Horatio Hornblower."

She raised an eyebrow. Every month they would all get together and watch a muggle film. The current one was the naval series about an English sailor and people often got blown up. "No. I now need to speak with Hector about certain film choices. Next?"

He leaned back in his chair and rested his feet on the desk. "Arnold? Wait, no. My Arnold would be rolling in his shoebox coffin."

"Ginevra?" Halley said with a sly smile. She twirled the quill over the parchment, watching his reaction with great love.

Gabriel leaned his head back, groaning. "Were you talking to Mum?"

She might have had this conversation with her mother-in-law. Although they spent most of their time with Molly telling her stories about Rory and Gabriel as little kids. Her personal favourite was the time when all of the girls convinced Gabriel that the only way he could play for the Holyhead Harpies was to dress up as a girl. "Maybe…"

"Fine." He raised his fork in the air, punctuating each syllable. "Harry. Harry Weasley has a nice sound to it."

Her sly look turned into a glare. "Did Remus told you about that bet my parents made?" One of the more entertaining stories about her life before Voldemort was the bet that her parents made with Sirius and Remus. Apparently they were all so convinced that she would be a boy that they were all completely surprised when she was born.

"Maybe…" He mimicked her voice perfectly.

Halley shook her head. "Got any other ideas, Ginevra?"

Gabriel leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. He looked up to her and batted his eyelashes. He spoke in a pitch much higher than his own. "Oh, Harry, I love it when you say my name like that. Say it again."

She tapped his head with a chopstick. "Mad is what I think you are." She looked back to the list, a heavy feeling sinking as she saw it was empty. "Let's be serious for a moment. Any boy names?"

"Okay. Charlie?"

"Nah. Jonathan?"

"Eh." Gabriel made a face. "Do you already got a name in mind?" Halley kept her face blank as she wrote the name down. She showed it to him. He scratched the side of his head. "It could be just me, but I think I'm hearing the frightened screams of the faculty at Hogwarts. Can I be the first to tell Minerva?"

"You like it, then?" Halley asked. Her forehead creased as she folded her hands in her lap. "I wasn't sure and—"

"I like it," he said. Gabriel pushed up to sit on the desk next to her. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, making her smile. "Almost makes you wish Snape was still around to see this. Can you imagine his reaction to having a James Sirius Weasley in his potion class?"

Halley laughed. "That would be something to see." She looked back to the list. "Now we have to think of girl names."

Gabriel took her quill and laid the parchment over his knee. "I'll start. Emma?"

"'Emma Wealsey! Where did you put my Invisibility Cloak?'" Halley tested. She then mused more on it. "Sorry, it doesn't carry any fear with it."

"Jocelyn?"

"Pretty, but…"

Fear crossed over his face. "No, never use it. I have a great-aunt with that name. She's Muriel's favourite."

"There goes naming the baby Muriel Weasley."

Gabriel shuddered. "That's not even funny."

"I need to shut my mouth more often," Halley said. She wrinkled her nose as she picked up a maternity dress. "Robards' must have waited patiently." Indeed after her mini-blowout at work, Robards' cornered her and asked her to represent the Auror Department at some posh event.

"He does hate these sodding events more than you do." Gabriel buttoned up his shirt and glanced at her. "I like that one. It brings out your eyes."

"And it brings out Bugger," she added. "Maybe we should paint he-she's nursery this colour?" She ran a hand down the goldenrod yellow material. It wasn't that bad of a dress, but Halley was never fond of wearing them in the first place. She fumbled the dress on and had some difficulty with getting it over her larger stomach. She felt Gabriel's hands at her waist and the fabric dropping down to it's full length. She leaned against his chest, gave him a sleepy smile, and made sure to yawn. "Thanks."

He froze as she pressed herself closer, trailing a hand down the line of buttons. "Now you just want an excuse to not go. I'm just saying that pretending to be exhausted won't work," said Gabriel in a hoarse voice. His dark eyes fluttered as she rested a hand on his belt. She spun around on the spot. He snaked an arm around her hips and pressed a searing kiss to her mouth. Halley undid the first few buttons of his shirt, becoming distracted as his mouth moved down her neck, and fingers tracing her spine. "Forget what I said," he muttered. His hand reached the zipper on the back of her dress. "Let's be as late as possible."

Her hoarse laughter was all the encouragement that he needed.

"Where did you get that energy?" Gabriel moaned later. He rolled his face off of the pillow and languidly eyed her. He was officially exhausted; the boneless feeling was more than enough to send him to sleep for several hours.

Halley smiled appreciatively and nudged his hip. She reached a hand over to trace his spine. "I think it's the pregnancy."

He almost gulped at the way she was looking at him next—like he was a piece of succulent treacle tart. Her touch felt like fire over his bare skin. She moved herself closer, her eyes locking him on the spot. Think of something else, his mind urged. Quidditch scores! The Puddlemere vs Falcon match…Halley looks amazing in my jersey… Her reaction when I first wore my kit… she really likes those trousers…He rolled over to his back. She straddled his hips, her mouth moving over his chest. "Evil," Gabriel rasped. "You're evil. Completely, utterly evil…"

It was safe to say that they did not go to the ministry event.

"We still need to find a girl's name," Halley said.

Gabriel collapsed into the sofa next to her. "Feel free to use anything. I have the entire Falmouth Falcon team in my head from that meeting. That was brutal." His mind kept flashing back to almost being caught in a crossfire between the managers of the Harpies and the Falcons. It was a fierce battle that should never happen again.

She nudged his knee and snuggled closer. "I'll keep that in mind if any of those names have a female counterpart." She smoothed out the list that had gotten wrinkled throughout the week. "Molly?"

That piqued his interest. "I'll be Mum's favourite forever. I like it."

"Okay, we both like Molly." Halley pushed her glasses up and continued reading. "How about Dora?"

Gabriel froze and the name echoed. "Is Dora short for anything?"

"Well," Halley fiddled with the quill. "What do you think?"

"Tonks was my friend," he said. He pressed his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. "But I don't know if I can use her name." He tugged on the corner of the parchment and silently read the rest of the list. "Is it the same reason why Remus isn't on this list?"

"Teddy," she answered. The corners of her eyes felt wet. "I can't take those names from him either. They're his parents and I don't want to take them away."

Gabriel pulled her into a loose hug, her head resting on his chest. He could feel some tears touching his neck. "I like your mum's name. Flower names are always nice."

"And we can use Dora as her middle name," offered Halley. Her voice was watery. "Lily Dora Wealsey can be used. Do you like it?"

"I do." Their child would either be Lily Dora or James Sirius. He smiled at the thought. Gabriel kissed her hairline and whispered a thank you.

A jab in his side was what woke him up. Groggy and still in a deep slumber, it took Gabriel a few moments to realise that Halley was saying something. "Wh-wha-at?" The word skipped in places from his yawning. He rubbed his eyes to see Halley cradling her stomach. That sight provoked him to wake up "Is something wrong? Is the baby—"

She took his hand and placed it over her stomach. "I think the bugger is moving."

He stilled his breath, waiting to feel anything under his palm. Much to his disappointment, he felt nothing. "Really?"

"It was quick," she said, smiling. "Like a snitch was there."

"Is that a sign that he-she is going to be a seeker?" Gabriel joked, trying to hide his misfortune. He wished that he could feel the tiny movements responding to him. He rubbed small circles, speaking softy. "Congratulations, love."