Note: So this is the first story I’ve got on the Quill, which is very
exciting. Special thanks to my beta, HelenH, because she is wonderful at
helping a new author find her footing J
yeah: it’s Jo’s, not mine.)
baby.” Ron flung himself down next to Hermione on the sofa and took another
gulp of wine as if it would help him get over the shock. He sat facing her with
one leg bent up underneath the other and an arm slung over the back of the
from them, Luna was telling an amused Dean about hunting for Crumple-Horned
Snorkacks. Fleur was playing with her wedding band and gazing off into space
with a slight smile on her face.
you’ve said that a number of times,” Hermione laughed. “In a family as big as
yours, I would have thought news like that wouldn’t be such a shock. Still,
it’s wonderful. I’ve never seen Remus look so happy!”
Harry so shocked,” Ron snorted. “Did you see his face when Remus asked him?
Priceless.” He paused. “Guess we were wrong, then.”
know, back at Grimmauld Place. We told him he shouldn’t have yelled at Remus.
I’d say we were wrong.”
glanced towards the door Harry had exited with Bill, looking thoughtful. “Yes,
I’d say we were too,” she mused.
a moment, gleefully cataloguing this admission in his mind. Why, the teasing
he would be able to achieve with this one statement alone was endless. For
he deadpanned, “could you repeat that? Did you just admit–” he paused for
effect “–that you were wrong about something?”
quite,” she corrected swiftly, though he could tell she was fighting not to
smile. “I admitted that we were wrong about something. You get fifty
percent of the credit.”
enough for me,” he said with a grin and Hermione poked him in the leg. They
lapsed into a comfortable silence. Luna was now telling Dean in an animated
manner about Erumpent sightings in Nova Scotia. Out of the corner of his eye, Ron
saw Hermione shake her head but he was occupied with more important things to
goad her about it.
Lupin. Teddy Lupin. Teddy.”
what are you doing?”
trying his name out,” he answered, as if it were obvious. “Dad said Bill used
to do this when all of us were born. Think about it, it’s a whole new person.
The name has to feel right.” He nodded his head conclusively. Hermione rolled
suppose I’ll just have to wait for my opportunity to try out baby names, wont
I? Seeing as how I’m an only child and I’m not quite ready for
children,” she said with a smile.
you will be eventually, who says you have to wait?” Ron’s ears immediately
turned bright red. Hastily, he added, “I – I mean, with the names. You could
always think of names now. You know, prepare ahead of time.”
gave him a look. It was challenging, and almost…coy? She shifted over a
fraction of an inch so that her leg was touching his. “Well, what would you
his voice cracked on the word.
name,” she said carefully. “What would you recommend?”
ears flushed red as he stammered, “Oh – I – I dunno – I mean – you know, blokes
don’t usually think about stuff like that, Hermione.”
For whatever reason, she looked mildly disappointed.
a brief internal struggle. “But for a girl, I was thinking maybe Rose,” he
mumbled quickly under his breath.
She looked at him curiously. “Really? Why?”
paused, unsure how best to answer her. When his mum had been pregnant with
him, everyone had thought that he was going to be a girl. Some guff about whether
the mother carries high or low or something. His mum had apparently been in a
tizzy, knitting pink blankets and booties. She’d wanted to name her daughter
Rose. Then, of course, she
had given birth to yet another son. On some level,
Ron had always felt – how had the locket put it? – “Least loved, always, by
the mother who craved a daughter.” At any rate, he’d always joked that it
would be a laugh if he named his daughter what his mum had always wanted. Of course,
he had never actually thought it was funny.
until this year, when Bill
had told him how severely his absence had affected his whole family that he had
realized what an idiot he had been. So maybe it was a little weird that he wanted to name
his daughter Rose, given his original motivation for doing so, but it would
remind him to make sure his daughter knew that he loved her exactly as she was, the same way his parents loved him.
hell was he going to say that without sounding like a complete nancy boy?
Well, so much for that.
was all Hermione said. What was that supposed to mean? Ron fidgeted, anxious
for her approval.
what’s wrong with it? It’s a good name,” he shot defensively.
wrong with it at all! I think it’s lovely.” Hermione sat back on the sofa.
“Rose Weasley. Rosie Weasley. Rosie.” She had unconsciously adopted his
practice of testing baby names and Ron was about to call her on it but
something made him stop. Hermione’s eyes had unfocused and a slight smile
played across her lips, quite similar to the one Fleur had had, actually. Her
head was resting on the arm that Ron had flung over the back of the sofa and
Ron was feeling the most wonderful bolts of heat shoot through him. His heart
gave a particularly loud thump.
about—what about you?” His voice was low, almost cautious.
started, her daydream seemed to pop. She lifted her head, breaking contact with
his arm. He wished he hadn’t opened his mouth.
see, I’ve never really thought about it.” She fell silent, thoughtful. Then her
eyes lit up.
you think about the name Hugo for a boy, Ron?”
was my grandfather’s name. It means ‘bright in mind and spirit.’”
after his mum, then, eh?” He grinned at her but he was only half-joking.
Hermione beamed at him.
thoughtful as if he’d spotted a problem. “But you’ll need a surname to test it
with, won’t you?”
as he spoke, Ron cringed inside and cursed his mouth for not consulting his
brain before it spoke. He raised his eyes to Hermione’s hesitantly to see if
she thought he was as much of a bumbling idiot as he felt, but as soon as their
eyes met, they locked and something electric passed between them.
hurled forward years in time: he saw Hermione holding a little baby Hugo,
himself lifting up their daughter Rose so she could see her little brother
properly, all of them smiling, happy. Hermione, who had been watching her
children, looked up at him, brown eyes shining, and Ron fell into them, thrown
back in time to the present, where he found those same brown eyes still locked
on his. Hermione looked about as dazed as he felt. And from her slightly parted
lips and something else he couldn’t quite identify, he knew that in those few
seconds, she had taken the same incredible journey that he had.
got an idea,” she whispered.