His name will be hers. (гет)

“The only reason why my name is Harley Rose Potter, and not Henrietta Rose Potter like my father wanted, is because my father lost a bet the same night they picked out Sirius’ motorcycle.” She shares, a wistful smile on her face as she turned away from him to look at the city below. “My godfather named me. I wouldn’t have found out if I didn’t find a memory of it in Siri’s vault.”
“Of course he names you after a motorcycle.” He deadpans, rolling his eyes, having heard his cousin’s fascination with muggle culture from his own mother.
“True, but I happen to like my name.” She sniffs.
“I don’t.” He replies without hesitation and smirks at her sudden affronted pout. Her lips drew his eyes in, full and just begging to be kissed. He steps forward then he stops. Not yet, he tells himself, Soon. “I think it would be better if it were a little different.”