The Name Game

THE NAME GAME

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.

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.