Author's Note: I think after the previous two drabbles, a healthy dose of fluff is now in order. Enjoy!

Rating: K+ for mild swearing

Disclaimer: *checks bank account* Nope, still not mine, apparently.

What's in a Name?

A rustle and some stirring beside her startled Hermione out of her thoughts. She let her gaze wander through the semi-darkness that surrounded the bedroom until it fell onto the originator - Ron, her fiancé of a few hours' standing who had turned on his side of their bed - and on its way, it grazed the digital alarm clock on Ron's bedside table. She cringed when the red glowing numbers told her that it was already past three in the morning. She had been so immersed in her thoughts that she had not realized that she had spent half the night sitting up, knees drawn to her chest underneath her blanket, thinking.

"Mynee, ustillup?" came Ron's slurring voice, slightly muffled by his pillow.

"Hmm..."

"Whassamatter?" he mumbled, let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up beside her.

"I was thinking."

"Course you were," Ron chuckled and the silvery starlight that was falling in through the windows gently illuminated his features that were forming a good-natured smile. Rolling her eyes at him in mock exasperation, Hermione lightly slapped his shoulder.

"I was thinking about my name," she then said, feeling grave again.

"Uh-huh," Ron replied and Hermione knew what he was not quite following yet.

"I'm not certain which name I should assume after our wedding," she therefore explained.

"Don't get me wrong," she hurriedly added when she saw him furrow his brow in confusion and turned towards him, putting one arm around his shoulders and placing her free hand on the side of his head, and looked into his eyes. "Part of me, the bigger part of me, wants to adopt your name. Everything else would feel like a compromise and I don't want to make compromises where you are concerned." She ran her hand through his hair and rested her chin on his shoulder. "I want to be yours and I want to fully commit myself to you and your family, so adopting your name only makes sense. But then, I also want to honor my family and my background which is why I was thinking about both keeping my maiden name and adopting your name."

"Hermione Granger-Weasley," Ron tested the name. "Sure has a ring to it. It definitely sounds like the responsible high-ranking Ministry official you're gonna be," he added and Hermione could practically hear his smirk.

"Yeah, I know," she said insecurely. "It sounds really pretentious, doesn't it?"

"Well, it's better than Grubbly-Plank," Ron replied, earning himself another slap.

"No, really," Hermione said with despair and pulled away to look at him. "What do you want me to do?"

Ron's eyes widened with obvious alarm at being asked his opinion. "Really, Hermione, it's just a name-"

"A name that I intend to keep for the rest of my life-"

"Which is why it's not up to me to make a decision," Ron said, trying and failing not to grin with unveiled pride at her declaration of commitment. "Choose whatever feels right to you. Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy."

Hermione could not help smiling at this, but his answer did nothing to solve her problem. "That's not helping," she complained.

"All right," Ron said, sitting more upright. "You want my opinion?"

"Yes, please."

"Well," Ron started and even in the dim light, Hermione could see his ears flush. "To be honest, I think that 'Ron Granger' sounds much better than 'Hermione Weasley'."

Hermione stared at him for a moment. "Are you serious?" she then asked incredulously.

"Well, it does sound better, doesn't it?"

"I didn't mean that," Hermione said. "But... but are you really saying that you'd assume my name?"

"Why the hell not?" Ron asked. "After all," he added huskily and rested his forehead against hers. "I want to be yours and I want to fully commit myself to you and your family."

An overwhelming feeling of affection surged up in Hermione and, succumbing to her emotion, she threw her arms around Ron and squeezed him tightly to herself. This was yet another sign of how much he loved her. He was willing to give up his family name for her which meant not only a break with the social tradition of women adopting their husbands' names - no, in their world, it was also a matter of a pureblood taking on a Muggle name. Hermione thoroughly loathed thinking along the lines of a supremacist but she was well aware that not long ago, such a decision would have entailed a major stigma and yet, Ron would be doing it, just to make her happy. And she held him closer, wondering if the man in her arms even had the vaguest notion of how special he was.

It took several minutes until Hermione's thinking became clear enough become aware of another problem that Ron's suggestion brought about.

"Ron, you didn't seriously give me a third option to choose from, did you?"