This time I'd like to entertain you guys with something I found in the net. Well, to be more specific, it's from the fanfiction.net website. This is a fan fiction based on the Harry Potter story. The pairing is of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. Those who doesn't know who she is, you can refer to the book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. She is actually the woman whom Draco marry after a few years of the final battle.
By the way I'm sorry for not coming up with something of my own. Well, with the report due coming, I can hardly concentrate with anything else can I? Eheh... Sorry, yeah?
And I enjoy this fan fiction very much. It's warm, funny and it reveals a side of Draco anyone had never seen before. I hope you enjoy it as well. Even when you're not a HP fan, do read. It really is great.
Here goes!!
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“What about Giauzar?”
“No.” Draco can’t help but snort. “Even I’m not that cruel!”
“Pollux?”
“That’s even worse than Giauzar, Tori!”
Astoria glances at her husband.
“Says you who suggested Sulafat.”
“Well, at least it was better than Betelgeuse.”
The glance turns into a glare.
“I’m going to ignore that comment.”
A smirk.
“You do that.”
“…”
“…”
“What about Sirius?”
“Can’t.”
“Why ever not?”
“Potter already used it on his kid; James Sirius, remember?”
“…”
“…”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
A page is turned.
“How about Atlas?”
A furrow of the eyebrows.
“As in the ‘this is the map’ type of Atlas?”
A roll of the eyes.
“No, as in the ‘he who dares suffers’ type of Atlas.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
“…”
“So, what do you think of it?”
“Don’t like it. All I can think of is a globe.”
“Well, maybe one day, he’ll conquer the world then.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“I shouldn’t have said that…”
“No you shouldn’t have. It brings back bad memories.”
“…”
“…”
“Sorry.”
A quick kiss on the cheek.
“I know you are.”
“So Atlas is out of the question then?”
“Yes, it is.”
“…”
“…”
“How about Leo?”
“No.”
“Why ever not?”
“It means Lion.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”
“It is a bad thing.”
“It’s a nice name though, and I like it! Plus, it ties in nicely with your family tradition; it’s the
name of a star constellation, but still looks remotely normal.”
“It’s also a name that is synonymous with Gryffindor.”
“…”
“…”
A snort.
“No it isn’t.”
“Yes it is!”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is. Leo means lion, and a lion is the symbol of Gryffindor house. They’re one in the same.”
“…”
“…”
“Fine, you suggest a name.”
“Okay. How about Draco Junior?”
“We are not naming our child after you if the baby’s a boy.”
“Why ever not?”
“Knowing my luck, if we name him after you, I’ll have double the trouble I already have on my hands. Like father like son, remember?”
Draco folds his arms, glares at his wife, and pouts.
“I resent that comment.”
“You were meant to.”
Draco glares again, whilst Astoria grins.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that I loved you, Tori, I would’ve have kicked you out ages ago.”
Astoria lets out a bubble of laughter.
“That’s an empty threat, Draco. Both you and I know that.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.”
She gives him a knowing looking, and he scowls.
“Damn.”
“…”
“…”
“What about Phoenix?”
Silence prevails as Draco thinks it over.
“I prefer it for a girl,”
Astoria nods her head in agreement.
“So do I, to be honest.”
“…”
“What do you think of the name Phoenix Lyra Malfoy if it’s a girl?”
“…”
“…”
“I like it a lot actually.”
Astoria smiles.
“Good,” she says slowly caressing her rounded stomach, “because so do I.”
“Does that mean the girl’s name is sorted then?”
A grin.
“I think it does.”
“We still need a boy’s name though.”
“Yeah, we do.”
“Any ideas?”
“Not really. You?”
Draco grins.
“What do you think of the name Scorpius?”
“…”
A groan.
“You don’t like it, do you?”
“I’ve heard worse.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not saying I like it, but nor do I hate it either.”
“So it’s a maybe then?”
“What middle name where you thinking of putting with it?”
“I quite like the sound of Scorpius Hyperion, myself.” He drawls.
Astoria looks at her husband, examines his face, and gives him a small smile.
“You’ve been planning this name for some time haven’t you?”
Draco rubs his stubbly chin, and takes on a sheepish look.
“I – er – might have been.”
“How long have you been thinking of naming our child this, Draco?”
“For a while now…”
Astoria gives him a pointed look.
“How long is for a while, Dray?”
“…”
“…”
A hand is run through blond hair.
“Er…”
“Oh come on Draco, it can’t be that hard to answer me. How long have you been thinking of this name?”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I promise,” Astoria solemnly swears.
A deep breath in. A deep breath out.
“I’ve wanted to name my son Scorpius Hyperion ever since I was six years old.”
Astoria’s mouth drops open.
“…”
“…”
“…”
Suddenly, much to Draco’s surprise, Astoria has pulled him forward and has started to pepper his face with kisses. Draco can only sit there numbly, still in shock at his wife’s reaction.
Finally Astoria pulls away, and she beams up at him.
“How can I possibly turn Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy down now?”
She had always known that Draco Malfoy was a big softy.
