Sorry for the long wait people! Sorry if your name is one of the ones I had themnot liking or choosing, but some of them had to be put by the wayside!.

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Chapter 4

'Aaron?'

'Nope.'

'Abraham?'

'Er no!'

'Adam?'

'Maybe.'

'Alexander?'

'Hmm. I'm bored of As, can you change letters?'

'You're bored of As? Ron that was four names!'

'Yeah I know, I just never had much of a…thing…with the letter A. How about R? R is a great letter!'

'I wonder why you think that?' Hermione said, smiling as she did, the sarcasm obvious in her voice.

She was lying on the sofa, her head on Ron's lap, reading through the hundreds of baby names the book she was holding contained.

'Are you sure you don't mind it not being a particularly…wizard name?'

'No, not at all, my family don't really have particularly wizard names do they?'

'No I suppose not, they are very traditional though.'

'Yeah I suppose they are, but that doesn't mean we have to choose a traditional name. Anything that we both like will be right.'

'Good. Oh, but please tell me you don't want to try and merge our names together to come up with a name.'

Ron thought for a minute, then started laughing, 'no I don't think I could do that to any child of ours. I think that would border on child abuse!' He laughed out loud. 'Ronione!'

Hermione laughed. 'How about Hermionald?'

This caused Ron to laugh harder.

'I think we'd be committed to St. Mungo's if we called our child either of those names!'

'I think we would. Well in which case we'll have to go back to the book.'

She flicked through the pages until she landed, coincidently of course, on the letter H, but before she could start reading a piece of parchment fell out of the back. Ron picked it up before Hermione had the chance to move.

'What's this?' he asked.

'Oh…it's just a few ideas I had for names.'

'Can I read them?'

'I'll read them to you, that way I can leave the ones out you might laugh at.'

'I won't laugh at any of them Hermione, I promise. Please, tell me them all.'

She looked up at him and smiled, 'all right but only if you promise not too laugh.'

'I promise.'

'Ok, in alphabetical order,'

'How else would they be written?'

Hermione ignored his comment.

'Acacia, Alexandra, Alice and Alpha,'

'You're not planning on naming our kids Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta are you?'

'Seriously Ron, you need to get over the idea of having four kids, at least until this one's born, then I'll let you know how much of a pipe dream that really is.'

Ron smiled but decided arguing was not the way to win this slight difference of opinion. Hermione continued.

'Anyway, I just liked the name Alpha, but then again, it might seem a bit weird, not to mention we might be putting a bit of pressure on her, her name literally meaning 'first'. Ok scrap Alpha, how about the rest?'

'Acacia's nice. Yeah circle Acacia.'

'I don't have a quill.'

'Oh, well in which case remember Acacia.'

Hermione smiled, 'yes Ronald.'

'What's next?' he asked.

'Catherine, Claire and Ceres.'

'Hmm, I dunno why but I've never been keen on Catherine, but Claire and Ceres are nice.'

Hermione smiled.

'Ok, how about Elizabeth, Eliza and Emma?'

'Hmm, hmm and hmm!'

'You don't like any of them?' Hermione asked, slightly put out.

'I don't dislike them; I just think there are nicer names, that's all. What's next?'

'Helena, Imogen and Julia.'

'Imogen. Next.'

'Kasia and Kiersten.'

'Kasia?'

'It's polish.'

'O-kay!'

Hermione scowled at him and continued down her list.

'Laura, Luciana and Lucy.'

'Laura's okay, but not Luciana or Lucy.'

'Why not?'

'They remind me of the first name of a certain Death Eater, that's why.'

'Oh,' Hermione replied, realising who he meant, 'I see what you mean, forget those then. Olivia and Ophelia.'

'Is Ophelia a plant or a flower?'

'I can't remember.'

'Sounds like it should be one, but Olivia's nice. I've always put Imogen and Olivia in the same sort of group. Don't know why. What else do you have.'

'Er…' Hermione was contemplating whether or not to say the next name on the list; she compromised by saying it fast and putting more emphasis on the next one. 'Persephone and Phoebe.'

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched but Hermione didn't notice.

'Phoebe isn't one of my favourite names.' He left Hermione waiting a little longer than he had been for his thoughts on Persephone. 'You want to name our child after the mythological Queen of the Underworld?' he asked, a smile spreading across his face as he did.

'Don't laugh; it's a nice name! And it's hardly surprising I like it really, is it?'

'No I suppose it isn't, but don't you think it'll make you seem a bit obsessed?'

'How do you mean?' she asked slowly, her brow furrowing.

'Hello, let me introduce myself, I'm Hermione Weasley and this is my daughter Persephone Weasley. I mean come on! And you know it'll never be pronounced correctly, you know how people struggle with yours when they read it! They'll call her Persa-phone!'

'Fine, forget I mentioned it, we won't call her Per-se-pho-ne!' she said saying the name syllable by syllable.'

Ron laughed.

'How about Sapphira, Sarah, Siona and Sophie.'

Ron carried on smiling as he answered, 'I've always liked Sarah, it's a traditional name, but never sounds old fashioned, and I really like Siona actually, it's like Acacia.'

'Good, because I really like Siona too.'

'Are we nearly at the end of this huge list?'

'It's not huge Ron, but yes, we are. The last two are Thalia and Victoria.'

'Nah, neither of those.'

'Okay, well thankfully you like all of my favourites so I'm happy!'

Ron smiled and started to chuckle.

'Are you still laughing at Persephone?'

Ron laughed a bit harder at the memory, 'no actually I'm not. Hermione are there any boy's names on there at all.'

Hermione blushed slightly, 'er, there's…one.'

'Just one? You came up with all those girl's names and just one boy's name?'

'Yes. I don't know why, I just have a really strong feeling that it's a girl!'

'I know you do. So what's the one boy's name you've got.'

'Caden.'

'Caden?'

'Yes, you don't like it do you?'

'Actually I do, it's strong and authoritative.'

Hermione smiled, 'well don't get too attached to it, there's no point. It's a girl!'

She stroked her bump and Ron smiled at her.

'Is there any chance you would perform a memory charm on Harry, so that he thinks I bet him that it was going to be a girl?'

'Ha! In your dreams. This'll teach you to stop betting. Actually, come to think of it, you haven't told me how much you put on this bet.'

'Haven't I? I'm sure I did.'

'No Ron, you haven't. How much?'

'Er…' he mumbled something that Hermione couldn't hear.

'Try again a little louder, Ron.'

'Twenty-five galleons.'

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

'Well I'll say it again, you'd better hope this pregnancy is throwing my instincts all out of sync, otherwise you'll owe your brother-in-law a lot of money!'