A/N Heyo, just a little introductory spiel. So, I've been turning this little scenario in my mind, waiting for someone with better writing skills to step up to the plate, but upon realising that I lack in ESP skills as well, I thought I should probably just put it out there and hope for the best :P

Enjoy,

WitherWings o_0

Hermione sat on the worn couch re-reading a classic she had read many times in her childhood. The book rested perfectly on her newly forming baby-bump and she smiled to herself at the perfect serenity of the moment. As she slipped between the plots and sub-plots and laughed and wept accordingly, she almost missed the welcome sounds of her husband arriving home from work. A warm arm wrapped around her middle and a stubbly face nuzzled into her neck.

"Mm, what you reading, 'Mione?"

"Oh, just The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It's really good, you should read it."

"Hah, good one, love."

Hermione laughed good-naturedly.

"It was worth a shot. But really, you should be a better role-model for when this one comes along."

As usual whenever the baby was mentioned, a wide, foolish grin broke out over Ron's face. When Rose had been born, Ron had been ecstatic. It was like the final piece of reassurance he needed to completely banish his self-doubt. And to add to that by having a boy? Someone to carry on the Weasley name? Well, Ron was over the moon.

"Speaking of the little one," he murmured, his voice sending small vibrations running across her neck. "About time we thought of a name, don't you think?"

Hermione smiled gleefully and sat up, dislodging Ron in the process.

"Oh, brilliant! I've been mulling it over for weeks now and I'm down to two."

Ron shook his head bemusedly.

"So, I don't get a say in this?"

Hermione shook her head in mock-sadness.

"Sorry."

Ron sighed.

"Out with it then, what will you name my progeny?"

Hermione clasped her hands and put them in front of her face, almost unconsciously adopting the universal begging position.

"Well, after reading my book for the past week (A/N Even though Hermione is a prodigy, I am unable to believe that she can finish Hugo in a day) I've been thrown into a kind of nostalgic mood. So, my options, I have decided, are either Quasimodo – Moddie for short, wouldn't that be adorable Ron? – or Hugo, after the author. What do you say Ron? Which one do you like?"

Ron stared at his wife of three years blankly. She coughed politely and waited for him to answer. As time wore on her coughs grew increasingly louder until Ron was forced out of his stupor in concern for his wife.

After reassuring him that she was fine for the umpteenth time, Ron finally spoke.

"I like the second one."

Hermione's face fell.

"So, no little Moddies running around the house helter-skelter?"

Ron shook his head.

"Are you absolutely-"

"Hermione!"

"Ok, ok. Hugo it is."

The couple smiled and settled back onto the couch. Ron ran his hand gently over her stomach and Hermione continued to read in peace.

"So, our little man is going to be named after . . . Hugo whostisface?"

Hermione laughed.

"No, silly. Hugo is his last name, his first name is-"

Hermione clapped her hands over her mouth, partly in shock and partly to stop the inevitable words escaping from her mouth. But as she did the book fell out of her grasp and into the lap of an unsuspecting Ron.

"What? Surely it can't be that bad-"

Ron stopped and turned a sickly shade of white.

"VICTOR?"