Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters. The plot is entirely my own.

A/n: All right, it's a REAL quick one. But I just wanted to add this as a separate chapter, so that it doesn't mess with any of the rest of the plot. Again, it's not incredibly important, but oh well. Enjoy!

Harry furrows his brow as he flips through the book. If Hermione's even considering naming the baby Jerrell or Jolene, I'll …

"Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione asks as she walks slowly into the room, clutching the counter.

Harry looks up. "Just looking through this Baby Names book brought over earlier," he answers. "There are some pretty ridiculous names in here, you know."

Hermione sits down heavily. "I know. Did you look through the W section? There are some pretty terrible ones there. Wilona and Wilmet were my favourites …"

"What about Bede?"

"Ok, that's pretty bloody awful."

"I'm not very good at this." He pauses, wrinkling his nose. "You know, we could just name the baby, well, Baby."

"That would only work if it was a girl."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Baby is a very masculine name, Hermione," Harry jokes.

"If you're seriously considering Baby, I will wring your neck. Girl or boy, I could never name my child that."

"I'm, only joking. All right. I'm being serious now." Harry flips towards the front of the book. "What do you think of -" He pauses. "Chelsea?"

Hermione shrugs. "It's pretty."

"But you don't love it?"

"Not really."

"All right. Erm, Chastity?"

"No, no, no."

"Hang on." Harry flips back towards the end. "Page?"

Hermione thinks. "I like it. What do you think?"

"It's an idea." He folds the page over. "Right. Do you want to keep looking at girls names and then go to boys?"

Hermione nods, not telling Harry how she really feels. I already know what I want to name him if we have a boy, she thinks.

"Hermione?"

She blinks. "Sorry, what?"

"Robin?"

Hermione shakes her head, watching Harry flip through the book.

"Waverly?"

Hermione bites her lip and smiles. "Waverly," she repeats. "Waverly."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I do." Harry smiles. "Waverly."

Hermione grins back at him. "I'm glad you like it."

"So, do you want to keep looking through the girls?"

Hermione shakes her head. "I like Waverly."

"Then we'll go on to the boys."

But I've already decided, she thinks, biting her lip again.

No, she can't tell him. And if it isn't a boy—well, then it won't matter.

"Edmund?"

Hermione shakes her head.

"Nigel? Ned?"

"No."

"Parker?'

"No."

"Scott?"

"No."

"How about -"

The doorbell rings. Hermione lets out a deep breath.

"I guess we'll choose later, right?" Harry says, closing the book.

"Right," Hermione agrees. But I already know.

Harry stands up, hurrying to the door.

"Heya," Ron calls to Hermione as he walks into the house. He claps Harry on

the shoulder, walking to Hermione and kissing our forehead. He spots the book on the table. "Ah, baby names. I suggest the name Ronald, if it's a boy. Did you know it means 'Advisor to the King'?"

"No thanks, Ron," Harry says, laughing. "It works great for you but -"

"Oh, I'm so insulted!" Ron cries out, clutching his chest. "But seriously, any good ideas."

Harry smiles at Hermione. "We were thinking Waverly, if it's a girl."

"Waverly," Ron says thoughtfully. "I like it. And if it's a boy?"

"We haven't decided yet," Harry says slowly. "Hermione didn't like any of the names I suggested."

"Well, I could help you," Ron offers. Hermione shoots him a glance, and he reads her mind. "But I think that should be left between the two of you," he adds quickly. "Lunch?"

"Definitely," Harry says. "I'm starving. I'll just grab our jackets, all right?"

As soon as he's out of earshot, Hermione hisses at Ron, "I swear, Ronald, if you tell him -"

"I won't, Hermione." Ron grins. "It's all right! Your secret is safe with me. I promise." He frowns. "But Hermione, if it's not a boy … will you tell him?"

Hermione shakes her head. "It's just an idea."

"You two ready?"

Hermione nods, and Ron helps her to her feet. Harry can't help but smile as she walks carefully down the small flight of stairs. Even with an enormous stomach, she's beautiful. He never thought she was ugly, but he never felt his heart drop to his feet when he looked at her before. And that's what happens now. Every single time he looks at her.

"Harry? You all right?" Hermione touches his arm.

Harry smiles.

You are beautiful.

"I'm fine." He nods at Ron. "Let's go."

A/N: All right. If anyone has a name that Harry and Hermione poked fun at—I only chose obscure-ish names, and I didn't mean to insult you, I promise!