A/N: This is the last chapter! However, if there's something someone would really like to see, I might consider writing it. Hope you enjoy!

"What do you think of the name Anaximander?" Luna asked one night at dinner.

Draco swallowed his mouthful of perfectly ordinary food—in the first year of their marriage, he had quickly recognized the benefit of having house elves to cook their meals, which was a general relief to his taste buds. "For what?"

She blinked at him. "Our baby. I think it's going to be a boy."

Draco laughed softly. "Why don't we wait until you're pregnant to discuss names, love? A healer would be able to tell us the gender."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Have you forgotten already?"

"Forgotten what?"

"Well I only told you just yesterday," she replied a little impatiently, in a tone unusual for her.

"Luna, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Her gaze pierced his very soul for a moment before turning pensive. "Perhaps I forgot then," she mused. "I was reading this fascinating article written by Rolf Scamander. He—"

A ripple of exasperation. "Forgot what, Luna?"

"We're pregnant!" she explained, her expression turning to a serene smile.


Luna nodded enthusiastically.

A series of emotions flooded through Draco's heart. Disbelief. Wonder. Panic. A flicker of self-doubt. Then, a glowing happiness. A family. He was going to have a family. The smile that began to slip onto his face froze, mid-formation, as a thought occurred to him.

"We are not naming him Anaximander!"