The Baby Project

Baby Names

The second half of term had just started, and although Hermione would have rather been studying for her N.E.W.T.s, she was lying in a hospital bed waiting to find out the genders of her babies. She was excited, of course, but she thought this could have waited till the weekend. She had essays to write and books to read. The ease of the term, having not to plan a wedding on top of that, was starting to show. 

"Think dear that you are soon going to know what you are having. And then you will be able to go back to studying," Madam Pomfrey was looking through another book. She hadn't performed this magic in a long time, and she didn't want to mess it up. 

Hermione closed her eyes and started thinking about all the names there were to choose from. She and Draco hadn't discussed it, but it seemed like they should. At least soon. 

"Sorry I am late; I lost track of time," Draco was filthy and holding a broom. Hermione rolled her eyes but put her hand on the bed signaling for Draco to sit down. 

"Ready then?" Madam Pomfrey made her way to the bed and held her wand over Hermione's growing stomach. Hermione didn't know what to do. She just looked at Draco; she wasn't sure she even wanted to know anymore. 

Draco's eyes lit up, and a smile formed on his face; Hermione started to tear up. At least he was happy. 

"Look," Draco said gently. Floating above Hermione were three little balls of light. Two were blue, and one was a soft pink. 

"Those are our babies?" Hermione knew it sounded strange, especially to her. Of course, they weren't the babies, but somewhere inside of her, she felt like she should hold the balls of light and rock them to sleep. 

"Looks like you are your daughter are going to be outnumbered," Madam Pomfrey smiled and walked back to her book, shutting it gently. Soon the light faded, and Hermione felt the tears running down her face. 

"Are you alright?"

"I just want to meet them," Hermione whispered. 

"Not yet, dear, they are still far too little. Plus, if you meet them right now, how are you going to study?" 

"I couldn't possibly study now; they need names," Hermione looked at Draco as if he was crazy.

"Well, of course, they do," Draco didn't dare fight with this logic, "Let's go make some dinner, and we will talk about it," Draco helped his wife out of bed and thanked Madam Pomfrey before leading her back to their apartment. 

"Hermione and Draco had learned to make dinner with one another in silence. Draco smiled the entire time. He was going to be a father. 

They sat down and started eating, but Hermione could only think of one thing, "Have you thought about names?"

"A little," Draco smiled at her. He knew she wanted to be the best mother she could, and he knew she would be. It was all so sweet to him, "Do you want to talk about it now?"

"Yes," Hermione sat up straighter, and Draco was preparing to hear about how much she had thought about this and all the names she loved, but she just looked at him.

"Have you thought about it?" Draco looked at her closely.

"No," Hermione whispered, and Draco watched the tears start to run down her face.

"Hermione, that's alright. We can think about it together now," Draco reached out and took her hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb.

"I don't even know where to begin," Hermione sighed.

Draco laughed, and Hermione gave him a slight glare. She didn't think this was funny.

"With a book," Draco said it like it was the most obvious answer, "Muggles make baby name books. I figured you had one,"