Harry and Ron were sitting on green armchairs outside Mrs. Jones' office. Hermione was inside and Mrs. Jones was checking that everything was all right with the baby, and whether it was a boy or a girl.

"What do you think?" Harry asked Ron. "A boy or a girl?"

"I think Hermione should have a boy," said Ron. "Then she could name him after a very good friend of hers. You know, I always likes the name Ronald."

They both laughed.

"No, seriously," said Harry. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. Say it's a boy, what should she name him?"

"Anything but Draco."

"Yes, that's right, she doesn't need to remember this git every day for the rest of her life. We could think about good names for this baby, write them down and let her choose."

That moment, a nurse came out of the room. "Are you Harry and Ron?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Your friend sent me to tell you. She's having a girl."

Harry and Ron exchanged surprised looks, then burst out laughing happily. "It's great!" said Ron. "Why isn't she here?"

"The Healer is now checking that everything is all right and the baby is healthy."

"Thank you!" said Harry and Ron in unison, and the nurse re-entered the office.

"Wow, she's having a girl," said Ron dreamily. "Who do you think this girl will look like?"

"I hope she takes after Hermione in everything," said Harry. "I really hope so."

"Yeah, me too," said Ron. "Let's think up some names for her." He drew out a roll of parchment from his bag and held his quill over it. "Fire away."

"Umm - " said Harry, feeling embarrassed.

"Come on, it's not that difficult. I'll start." Ron bit his lip in deep thought, then said: "Amanda." He wrote it down.

"Stephanie," said Harry.

"Katelyn."

"Christine..."

They continued this until Hermione came out, glowing with happiness. They both hurried to hug her.

"Wow," she said with tears in her eyes, "it's the first time since I found out about this pregnancy that I feel happy. Imagine that, I'm having a girl, and she's all healthy."

"We're really happy for you," said Harry and smiled at her.

"Thank you so much for being here," said Hermione. Then she noticed the parchment. "Hey, what's that?"

"These are our suggestions for names to your future daughter," said Ron proudly, handing them over. "We thought about them after the nurse told us it's a girl, just to help you choosing."

"Thank you," said Hermione, going over the list with her forefinger. "Hey - " she pointed at the last name, which was written in bigger letters than the rest. "Hermione?"

"Yes!" said Ron, grinning. "It was my suggestion, naming the baby after you."

"But - why would I do that?"

"In hope the baby takes after you in everything," said Harry softly. "If she would be like you, it'll be great."

Hermione smiled. "That's so sweet... but I'm not sure I want to name my baby after myself. I'll think about it, anyway." She put the parchment in her purse. "Thank you, guys."

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A week later, Draco was sitting in his room, gazing at the ceiling. It was Friday night. Just two weeks before he was so happy. He had a great new job, a beautiful girlfriend whom he loved very much, he was in a very good relationship with his mother, and generally - he was very satisfied with his life.

Then suddenly it all exploded. He was going to be a father when he wasn't even nineteen yet. It could ruin everything. His girlfriend was pregnant. Why did she have to be pregnant?

She claimed it wasn't her fault. Obviously, she was trying to make him feel guilty and help her raising the baby out of guilt. This irritating, selfish, cunning bitch! For a few seconds, he was even tempted to call her a Mudblood all over again, but restrained himself. No, it was not because of her being a Muggle-born.

However, he hadn't expected her to behave like that. She was too sleek to be a Gryffindor, he thought bitterly. Had she been in Slytherin, he would have seen this cunningness coming. He knew she was clever, maybe even more than him, but when had she become so sly?

Stupid thing.

Suddenly, his mother called him from downstairs: "Draco! Draco! You have a guest."

He had expected this. "Just a minute," he called back. He glanced at the mirror and went downstairs.

At the door stood his mother with a tall, blond girl at his age. Mandy Brocklehurst, who had been a Ravenclaw in Hogwarts. She worked with him in Gringotts.

"Hello, Mandy," he said calmly and shook her hand. Then he glanced quickly at his mother - she looked quite unpleased: she had liked Hermione a lot.

"Hi, Draco," said Mandy.

"Shall we go upstairs?" Draco suggested.

"Sure," she answered. He let her go before him and went upstairs after her, looking at her dark-blond hair and forcing himself not to think about Hermione.

He spent a nice, peaceful evening with Mandy, failing over and over again in his efforts not to imagine Mandy as Hermione.

Mandy is much better than Hermione, he told himself sternly. At least she's not pregnant!

A few hours later, after Draco walked Mandy out, his mother called him from the kitchen. He entered there to find her sitting and watching him seriously.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Sit down, Draco."

He sat.

"Can you tell me what was this?" said Narcissa.

"What was what?" said Draco innocently.

"What was this - date - with that girl. Andy, Pandy, whatever her name was."

"It's Mandy, and what do you mean, what was this date? It was a date! I'm still allowed to have dates, aren't I?"

"But I thought you already have a girlfriend."

Draco chose to pretend innocent again. "What girlfriend?"

Narcissa frowned. "You know who I mean, Draco."

"Yes. Harmonie, Dermione, whatever her name was," he mocked her.

"I'm serious."

"Fine. I broke up with Hermione."

"What?! Why?"

"Because she wasn't my type."

"Draco, it's not true," said Narcissa. "There's something going on. Tell me. What happened between you and Hermione?"

"We just broke up, OK?" said Draco impatiently and got to his feet. "Can I go now?"

Narcissa stared at him and didn't answer. Draco turned around and left.

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"I was so excited to find out it's a girl," Hermione told her excited parents. "Not that I would be any less happy had it been a boy, but you know, it just becomes so realistic now, and I can see it happenning. Me, having this baby, raising her, taking care of her... something I created myself and that is growing inside of me - it's almost unbelievable."

"I understand, sweetheart," said her father. "When your mom was told she was having a girl, we were on cloud nine."

"How did you choose a name for me?" Hermione asked.

"Well, we just chose what we liked," said her mother. "I was reading stories from the Greek Mythology at the time, and I was fascinated by the story of Helena, the most beautiful woman on Earth. You probably know that Hermione was her daughter. The minute I saw this name I thought: wow, what a beautiful name! So I named you after her."

"I read the Greek Mythology when I was nine or ten," said Hermione, "but wow. I mean, it's really hard for me choosing a name for my own daughter."

"You're only in your third month," said Mrs. Granger, "you'll think of something by the time the baby is born."

"We'll help you," said Mr. Granger. "Don't worry. You should just pick a name you like."

"Yeah, but think about it," said Hermione quickly, "the name shouldn't be too rare, because then she'd be laughed at in the playground. It shouldn't be too common either, because then nobody would recognize her by her name alone. It should be interesting and meaningful, but not too meaningful because then people would be fascinated by the name more than the person..."

"Hermione!" cried Mrs. Granger, patting her shoulder, "darling, you're way too tense. Calm down. The name is not something you should worry about."

"What SHOULD I worry about, then?"

"Nothing!" said her parents at the same time.

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