The Name Game

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This is a cute little chapter but be warned, after this, it all starts to go down hill :(

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-THGHPforever

THE NAME GAME

11th FEBRUARY 2018

Hermione smiled as she closed up her daughter's latest letter before putting it into the trinket box with the others. Despite her daughter keeping it a secret Hermione knew about the affairs that happened on New Year's Eve, and by affairs she meant she knew that Eva and James had shared a kiss.

Of course she hadn't told Draco, her husband would pounce on Harry immediately; blaming him all because of what his son had done due to his feelings for their daughter.

"Good morning darling." Hermione turned around to see her husband already dressed for work, his hair styled, and his shoes polished. Hermione blushed with the fact that she was still dressed in her silk nightgown, her hair its usual birds nest as it was every morning. Now that she was around four months pregnant, her body was growing in all the wrong places. Of course, for a woman who had already given birth four times she looked extremely good. But each time seemed to make her fatter, and after Astrum's birth Hermione's stomach just wouldn't stay flat.

"Morning," Hermione replied as she walked over to Draco "Is it that time already?"

"I believe so, Quinn is just getting into her school clothes but Astrum won't budge."

"Is she okay?"

"She says that she's ill but I told her to just get up."

"Draco!" Hermione replied, scandalised by her husband's manner to their youngest daughter. She scowled at him before rushing upstairs to check on her ill daughter.

As she entered the emerald green room that belonged to Astrum, proving that the young girl was indeed a Slytherin; Eva chose blue; Quinn purple; and Hyperion red; but Astrum insisted on green, she could hear harsh coughs coming from the bed. Hermione rushed over to see her three year old daughter letting out loud chesty coughs from under the covers.

"Astrum darling, how are you feeling?" Hermione said. Her daughter later emerged from the covers, her face pale and her eyes tired. Hermione lifted a hand to her head and gasped at how high her temperature was. "I think you should stay at home today,"

"But I want to go and do finger painting." Astrum said but Hermione just shook her head.

"No dear, you're ill," she said dismissively "I'll take the day off work to look after you," and with that, Hermione kissed her daughter's forehead before making her way out of the room to tell Draco.

"I didn't realise how bad she was."

"Well you should have felt her forehead, she looks like a zombie," Hermione snapped at her husband as she put breakfast supplies on the kitchen table. "QUINN BREAKFAST," she yelled up the stairs. The next minute the thunder of a child running down the stairs sounded.

"Good morning mum," Quinn said as she plummeted through the kitchen door, sitting down at the family's breakfast bar.

"Good morning Quinn, are you ready for school?"

The little blonde girl nodded vigorously and Hermione couldn't help but laugh, Quinn was an exact replica of her, personality wise anyway.

With her looks she was a lot like Draco, though she did have slight honey coloured hair which she had obviously inherited from both her parents. Her eyes were a shining grey though. Most of the Malfoy children had inherited the rare silvery eye colour, the only one that had nabbed Hermione's chocolate brown was Evangeline; and it complemented her bright blonde hair perfectly.

"I have a spelling test today mummy, I can't wait,"

"I'm sure you'll do great," Hermione said, pouring herself a cup of coffee "Quinn, your daddy is taking you to school today instead of me. Astrum is ill and I need to look after her."

Quinn frowned slightly for a moment "So we won't be able to have our debate on Potions ingredients in the car today?"

"I'm afraid not darling, but I'm sure you could have it with your dad. He's better at Potions than me anyway."

Quinn's face lit up at this, she then checked the clock before rushing out of the kitchen to grab her coat and bag.

"DRACO!" Hermione called up the stairs "IT'S TIME TO GO!"

"COMING!" her husband bellowed back, seconds later he appeared at the top of the stairs. He ran down it, pulling on his suit jacket as he did. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he kissed Hermione sweetly.

"Will you be okay by yourself? Don't want me to call Pansy and Blaise?"

"I'll be fine,; if I need help I'll call them when I need it."

"I could..."

"Just go Draco, or Quinn will start yelling in the car that she is going to be late for her most favourite thing in the world," Hermione chuckled at Draco's face.

"She thinks school is her most..." but Hermione cut him off again.

"Yes, now go."

Draco kissed his wife again before following his, most likely, prodigy daughter out of the house and towards the car.

Ginny Weasley was sat at her desk, sorting through a few loose documents Draco had told her to read through when the office phone rang. She started, dropping the pile of papers in her hand with such a force that the remaining documents on the desk flew off, scattering themselves onto the pale floor beneath the mahogany desk. She cursed loudly before picking up the phone, immediately changing to her business voice.

"Hello this is Draco Malfoy's office, how may I help you?"

The voice, or at least the tone of voice, at the other end of the phone shocked her.

"Ginny...Pansy...baby..."

Ginny's eyes widened at Blaise's frantic speech "Wait, wait, wait, Blaise? What's happening?"

A loud, shuddering breath came from the other line and Ginny frowned "Blaise, say something?"

"Pansy's having her baby, now, put me over to Draco,"

Ginny nodded before pressing the button on her phone that transferred the call from her phone to her boss'. Seconds later, she heard another phone ring.

Draco Malfoy sighed as his phone rang; he rolled his eyes before picking up the phone and putting it to his ear.

"Hello, this is Draco Malfoy of MalfoyIndustries, how may I..."

"I don't bloody care who you bloody well are, and you can help me by getting your arse down to St Mungo's straight away. Bring Hermione as well!"

Draco was shocked by his best friend's voice and immediately began worrying. Blaise was usually a very calm and collected bloke. Just like the first time Draco had told Blaise that he was dating Hermione. In fact, the olive skinned Slytherin and his gossipy wife, at the time fiancée, had taken it upon themselves to tell Hermione all of his flaws after he had announced they were officially seeing each other.

***

19th MARCH 2000

Draco Malfoy closed the door of his flat behind him, locking it up quickly. He checked his watch, grinning when he saw how long he had been out for.

Today Draco Malfoy had been on his first real date with Hermione Granger. They had talked about work related things, as well as things that had absolutely nothing to do with work; over a fancy meal, courtesy of Draco of course, he was a gentleman. After the meal, Hermione had persuaded him to come with his to watch something called a movie. It was very interesting, there were people, or actors as Hermione had called them, fighting with swords; killing the enemy with accurate blows. At first, Draco had been worried that the people were really dying but then Hermione said that they were merely pretending.

"What's the point of that?" Draco asked Hermione, taking another handful of popcorn and shovelling some into his mouth. It really was amazing stuff; Draco should recommend that they sell it in the wizarding world.

"It's their job," she whispered back, turning to look at him with a smile on her face. She chuckled, even in the dark of the cinema she could make out his confused, contorted features. She expanded on her answer, "Your job is to run a company that sells pretty much everything, and my job is to sort out all your meetings and documents. Their job is to entertain other muggles; they get paid generously for their skills."

Draco frowned "Are they richer than me?" he hissed, now looking at the actors with a less appreciative face. Nobody was richer than him. He was one of the youngest CEOs in the world.

Hermione chuckled again, rolling her eyes at his ignorance. She was about to say yes when she thought about it, Draco Malfoy was 20 years old and ran 8 companies all over Europe. He was hoping to soon expand his company continental which would most likely give him even more money. His father was a walking goldmine, but now that he was in Azkaban; all his money had been passed down to Draco. So now Draco was the walking goldmine. Knowing Draco, he had probably met half of these actors without even knowing it.

"No, I highly doubt anyone is richer than you," she said. He smirked gleefully before putting his arm around her creamy shoulders. She snuggled up to him and his smirk slowly lifted into a bright smile.

After the film, a few muggle girls tried to chat him up whilst Hermione was in the loo. She was lucky enough to walk out just in time to see him spur the girls' advances by telling them he was here with his girlfriend. Just to rub it in, she walked up to his and wrapped her arms around his waist. The girls glared at her before tossing their hair over their shoulders; walking off whilst swinging their hips, trying to grasp Draco's attention. But he was too focused on Hermione.

Draco grinned at the memory, tossing his coat onto the sofa. This caused a startled yelp which made him jump.

"Bloody hell Draco, what do you keep in your flipping coat?"

Draco glared as he recognised the voice of his best friend Blaise Zabini. He flicked on the lights to see Blaise sat on his plush cream sofa, a bottle of brandy on the glass coffee table in front of him, and Draco's coat on the floor; his wallet and keys a few inches away, having flown out of the pockets when Blaise had thrown it across the room.

"What are you doing in my flat Zabini?" Draco seethed, loosening his tie as he walked into the kitchen. He returned with a can of beer in his left hand, not in the mood for brandy right now. Blaise pouted a little as Draco cracked open the can, peering down at the empty brandy glass in front of him.

"Aw Dray, I got the brandy out and ready!" he whined. Draco sat down at the sofa opposite him and scowled, taking a swift swig of his beer as he did.

"Answer the question Zabini," he growled. Blaise raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay mate, Merlin, calm down," seeing that Draco's facial expression was not going to lift. He continued "Pansy popped over to give you something a few hours ago and was shocked that you weren't here. I thought this was strange since you have no life," –Draco glared again– "So a few hours later I came over to give you it. I was surprised to see that you were still out so I made myself at home, awaiting your return."

He leant back into the sofa as Draco finished off his beer. Whacking the can down on the coffee table to show he was done. Blaise raised an eyebrow at his mute friend.

"So...?"

Draco raised an eyebrow to match Blaise's "So what?"

"Where were you?" Blaise asked, smacking his hands down onto his thighs. Draco rolled his eyes and sunk deeper into the sofa. He mumbled something, so quietly and quickly that Blaise didn't catch it.

"What was that?" he taunted, desperate to ease the information out of his billionaire mate.

"I was... a... da..." Draco replied; his voice dropping at some points so that Blaise still couldn't make out half of it.

"I'm sorry?"

"I was on a date," Draco finally let out. Blaise's eyes popped open at the thought of Draco going out on a date, then his eyes widened even more as he thought about something else.

"Oh Merlin's spotty pink underwear!" Blaise shrieked, sounding a lot like a little girl. If he wasn't in the current situation, Draco would have laughed his arse off. Blaise, however, seemed extremely thrilled with his latest thought.

"Will you please tell me why you are jumping around like a bloody bunny rabbit Zabini?" Draco said in a monotone. Blaise just smirked before laughing again.

"Oh my god! You went on a date with... GRANGER!"

Draco felt a blush stain his cheeks and mentally kicked himself. Malfoy's never blushed.

"No I didn't," he tried to make out but his voice was choked and the words sounded like splutters.

Blaise grinned gleefully "Oh my god, you finally went out on a date with Hermione Granger, thank the flipping lord!"

Draco frowned "Yes I get it, now stop making fun of me and..." he paused, had Blaise said 'finally' went out on a date with? "You mean you've been waiting for this to happen?"

"Of course I have, the first time I met her after the war I could sense the sexual tension between you both," Blaise jumped off the sofa and hugged Draco tightly "I'm so happy for you!"

Draco pushed Blaise away, slightly afraid by his friend's antics "Blaise, you're intoxicated,"

Blaise let out a bark "I had one glass of brandy Draco," he grinned once more before walking over to the coat hanger. He pulled off his black button down Macintosh before pulling his arms into in.

"Oh, I almost forgot," he ran over to Draco and pressed two silver envelopes into his outstretched hand "Give Hermione hers and open yours," he smiled "Or you could open them together," he added with a wink before leaving. Draco peered down at the silver envelope. Once of them address to him, the other to Hermione.

"Hermione," he mumbled, letting the word drip off his tongue. Damn, even her name was perfect.

***

11th FEBRUARY 2018

"Blaise, what's wrong?" Draco asked slowly. Not sure whether his friend could take in quick paced words at this precise time."

"Pansy's having her bloody baby that's what's wrong, now do as I say and get yourself and Hermione over here right now. We're in Maternity ward number 3."

Draco's eyes flew open as Blaise hung up on him, he threw the phone down before grabbing his scarf, and coat and making his way out of the office. Pulling both things on as he did.

"Ginny," he said urgently, making the redheaded witch lift her head.

"Yes Mr Malfoy?"

Draco didn't have time to correct her on his name "You are off work until me and Hermione return from St Mungo's. Astrum is ill and I need you to look after her until we return. Get Susan to pass all phone calls onto Victoire."

Ginny nodded, pushing herself off her chair to grab her own belongings. She turned to say something to Draco but he had already apparated away; after putting her coat on, she too apparated away to Malfoy Manor.

Draco and Hermione Malfoy rushed down the corridors of St Mungo's. Their hands clasped together as they searched for ward number 3. They looked very odd together, Draco in his expensive designer suit matched with freshly polished shoes; and Hermione in her faded jeans, plain white t-shirt, and oversized jumper. Her hair pulled back into a low, bushy ponytail at the nape of her neck.

Finding ward number 3, the couple rushed into the room; immediately scanning it for any sign of their two close friends.

Hermione spotted them near the back of the ward, an older healer beside them shouting orders to a younger one that was quickly walking towards them. The young healer smiled at the couple.

"Hello Mr and Mrs Malfoy, if you follow me I shall show you to the waiting area,"

"My arse we're sitting around in a bloody waiting area," Draco cursed, Hermione rolled her eyes at her aggressive husband and smiled apologetically to the young female.

"I'm sorry sir, but it is hospital protocol. Unless you are family or a birthing partner then I'm afraid you must leave the patient alone until the baby has arrived. Since both those places are filled by her husband I'm afraid you must leave this ward now."

Draco was just about to open his mouth to argue when Hermione yanked his arm, pulling him towards the female who was now making her way out of the ward.

"Here you go," Draco said, handing his wife a cup of steaming coffee. She smiled at him in thanks, clutching her cold hands around it. The couple had been sat in this very waiting room for nearly six hours, with still no word from the ward about Pansy or her baby. One hour after Draco and Hermione had arrived, Carmen Zabini turned up with her three daughters.  

Hermione curled up in her chair, tucking her feet under her as she lent her head on Draco's shoulder. It was nearing ten and she had been up early this morning, she had also been tending to her ill daughter's every needs all day and just needed a rest.

Draco kissed his tired wife's forehead "Just think, in a few months it'll be us in there."

Hermione smiled sleepily "I know, I can't wait,"

"Why don't we do something to keep our minds off the waiting?"

She looked up at her husband, confusion etched on her face "Like what?" she asked, slightly amusedly.

"I don't know," Draco shrugged "We haven't really thought about baby names yet?"

Hermione chuckled "Draco, that's ages away,"

"It's better to be prepared early," he said with a small smirk. She beamed up at him, her eyes crinkled happily.

"Okay then, baby names it is. Do you have any in mind?" she questioned

"A few," he said dismissively "None that you will probably like."

She raised an eyebrow "Oh really?"

"Yeah, they're all quite... how do I put it...?"

"Unusual?" Hermione supplied and Draco nodded

"Yeah, they're all quite unusual, you won't like them,"

This time, both Hermione's eyebrows rose "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

Draco sighed, absentmindedly playing with Hermione's hair, which had now come out of its ponytail.

"Well, I had a girl's name..." he broke off but Hermione's face begged him to continue "Artemis," he paused again "Artemis Lucile, kind of after my father. You know, Lucile, Lucius?"

Hermione's eyebrows knitted together as she bit her lip, trying not to cry. She finally let out a small "I like that, boy's name?"

"Isaac." He said, biting his lip nervously

"Isaac?" Hermione repeated, that was not a name she was expecting to come out of Draco Malfoy's mouth when discussing the names of their future children. He had always been into the strange constellation names, or Greek gods?

"Yes, Isaac."

Hermione let out an 'hmm' thinking over the name. Finally she nodded "Okay then, Isaac it is, Isaac Lucius or Artemis Lucile."

Draco smiled "I like those names,"

Hermione giggled "You came up with them," she said, taking a sip of her coffee.

Draco chuckled "So I did, just proves how awesome I am."

Hermione scoffed, hitting her husband across the stomach lightly. She was just about to close her eyes to take a nap when the ward doors burst open, a sweating Blaise Zabini running out.

"Leonardo..." he took a deep breath, his face stretching into a broad grin "His name is Leonardo Blaise Zabini, I have a son!"

Aww that was cute, next chapter should be up soon (I promise this time, I say that all the time and it never happens but this time I promise!)

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-THGHPforever14