Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Ginny. Vera and Benjamin and the Two Unnamed Siblings, however, are mine. All mine! Mwahahahaha! Ahem. Yes, right.

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"Honey?"

"You call Dad that."

"Love?"

"Same problem."

"Sweetie-pie?"

"I'm not sweet, and I don't like pie."

Ginny Weasley-Potter looked at her daughter in dismay. "You are too sweet, and how you can have Weasley blood and not like pie..."

Vera sniffed. "Pie is overrated. I prefer ice cream."

Ginny could only shake her head. Vera was seven going on forty, and had the truly frightening habit of channeling Severus Snape whenever she felt someone was insulting her dignity. Harry was absolutely positive the girl was a born Slytherin; why this made him so proud, Ginny couldn't say.

Harry was just so...odd, sometimes.

"How about...Kitty?" Ginny threw out desperately. Why on earth did her eldest child have to be so, so contrary?

Vera looked horrified. "Kitty?"

"All right, bad idea," Ginny grudgingly agreed. "Pumpkin?"

"Not even if I turn into one," Vera refused, sticking up her rather pretty little nose in disgust.

"Princess?"

"I may be spoiled, Mum," Vera sighed, "but not that spoiled. The same goes for 'Angel'."

Ginny pouted. "You aren't leaving me with many choices, Vera," she said with mock severity.

Vera rolled her eyes. "Can't you just call me by my name?"

"Never," Ginny replied with a grin.

"Dad calls me Snakelet," Vera pointed out.

"Yes, well, your father is a strange and disturbing man, darlin' dear," Ginny drawled.

Vera blinked. "Hey, that works," she said.

Ginny's eyebrows rose in confusion. "What?"

"Darlin' dear," Vera repeated with a little smile. "I like it."

"Darlin' dear?" Ginny queried, surprised. "It's a bit of a mouthful."

"You're the one who wants to give me a pet name," Vera pointed out sensibly. "That's the only one you've come up with that I like."

"Your father has corrupted you, Vera," Ginny informed her daughter solemnly.

"Well, yes," Vera agreed. "That's a father's job."

"Darlin' dear, then," Ginny sighed.

"Yep."

"Well, that's something, at least," the redheaded woman said mournfully, before looking over at her other children.

Vera smirked. "One down..."

"...three to go," Ginny finished.

"But I don't want a pet name!" Benjamin cried.