Title: Conversation drabble #8

Author: Erik deSoir

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. and to various publishers including but not limited to Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books, and Bloomsbury Books. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended

Pairing: Mentions of H/D

Warning: Hints of a male/male relationship

Note: The original thought of this is in the first Conversation piece. Harry's prego… OH! And the food cravings are from my mother while she was with me and my friend Leah's mother's cravings. 325 words.

"We haven't even decided on a name! I keep throwing shite out there for you, but you won't pick any of it up!"

"Harry, love, you're not making any sense at all. What are you talking about?"

"Baby names, obviously!"

"Harry, it's a while off. We have plenty of time to choose a name."

"Sodding hell we do! Look at me! Draco, it's sodding fucking bloody March! April is next month and then, ta-da! We're sodding parents! We have a month, Draco, one month to settle on a name!"

"Harry, please calm down."

"No! I don't want to sodding calm down!"

"Harry, please calm down. You'll upset the baby."

"Upset the baby! She's been upset since she found out you haven't picked out a name for her!"

"Harry, please sit down, love. You're making me very nervous."

"Always about you." (sitting down anyway)

"We'll decide right now about the name. What do you like the most?"

(calming down) "Rose. I don't care if it is her middle name or first name. I want Rose in there somewhere."

"I quite agree. Rose is a lovely name."

"And I was thinking Narcissi would be nice, too."

"Narcissi…"

"Yes, for your mother."

"Rose…Narcissi…"

"I like it."

"I do, too."

"I don't care whose last name she takes. She can have yours, if you like."

"I think she should have yours. She's already got enough of me in her name. My mother and her garden. She needs some of you in her name. Rose Narcissi Potter. Yes. That suits me just fine."

"Love you."

"Love you, too. Even if you do act a bit crazy." (kisses Harry's forehead)

"Fuck off. Go get me some sodding zucchini."

"Of course, whatever you want."

"And pinto beans, or so help me, I'll kill you myself!"

"Yes, Harry, I wasn't going to forget the pinto beans."

(grumbling) "Bet you didn't even know what pinto beans were until me."

(calling back) "Bet I did!"