Harry gave her his best puppy dog eyes.

"Please, Gin?"

"The answer is still no, no matter how much you beg and plead," she answered, tossing ginger hair over her shoulder..

"It's important to me," Harry argued.

"I don't care. I have to put my foot down somewhere, and this is where I draw the line," Ginny responded, resting her hand lightly on her baby bump.

"We've got to decide soon, Ginny. And why not? He was expunged of any crime."

"He was horrible to you for six years. He put you in detention and made you miss the last match when we won the cup," Ginny said sharply.

"Yeah, but it was because I missed it that you kissed me," Harry reminded her, a smile hovering on his lips.

"That's not the point. I don't care who he was actually working for, he was mean and cruel and vindictive, and there is no way in…" Ginny was shouting now.

"Shhhh…. You'll wake James," Harry whispered, "And he just got to sleep."

"For the last time, Potter, no." Ginny said, lowering her voice. " I am not calling our youngest son Severus,"

"What about a middle name?" Harry asked.