A/N: No offense to anyone named Valeria or Desdemona.
Draco waited outside in the waiting room, pacing back and forth.
"Relax, mate. She's going to be fine," Harry said.
"I should be with her."
"Well, when she threw her shoe at you, I think it was a clear indication that she didn't want you in there."
"Shut up, Ron," Ginny replied. "Draco, she's going to be fine."
A Healer nurse walked in and said, "Mr. Malfoy, she's ready to see you now. Just you."
He rushed to the room to see an exhausted Hermione holding their child.
"You were right. It's a girl," she said with happy tears. He made his way to the chair beside her and looked at his daughter.
"Oh, 'Mione. She's beautiful."
"What should we name her?"
"...Desdemona."
She looked up at him, incredulous.
"You want to name our daughter after a Shakesperean character who was murdered by her own husband?"
"Well, when you put it that way...never mind, then."
"How about Valeria?"
"That sounds like a disease."
"You come up with one then."
"...I've got it. Persephone."
"Queen of the Underworld?"
"Also the goddess of spring."
"True."
"And besides it has a nice ring to it. Persephone Malfoy."
They looked down at their daughter, who was sleeping soundly.
"Perfect. She's perfect."
"Just like her mother."