(A/N: EndlessChains again. Keep em coming people, really. Doing this is kicking my writer's blocks ass and providing a dumping ground for this fluffy...fluff LOLZ.
Once again, they're older here.)
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Harry liked to get a rise out of Hermione, just for the hell of it. The mood to mess with her would hit him at random moments, and sometimes it made her want to tear her hair out.
"Harry, this is serious!" Hermione huffed, swatting his hand away from her swollen belly in irritation. He rolled his eyes around to her face. "Why? He's not even here yet. We've got time."
"You don't know it's going to be a boy."
"Yes I do."
"Please focus! We need to pick a name."
Harry sighed and leaned his head back against the couch. "I already did- Harry junior. There."
"No."
"Scorpio."
"No."
"Ooh, here's one- Severus!"
"Ew!"
He was laughing by this point, avoiding her fists as she wailed on him.
"Icharus! Krum! Dolores! Fudge! Vernon- ow, ow! Okay, okay!"