Ficlet: Private Miracle
Title: Private Miracle
Word Count and Rating: 590, G
Summary: Hermione's ultrasound. Very fluffy!
Notes: Written for mariannne for the luvlikerocketz Valentine Exchange with the prompt "muggle technology," 100quills #012 Wonder, and mission_insane Unthemed Table #8, prompt #10 Picture.
"I still don't understand why a Muggle hospital was necessary. The Healers say everything is normal."
Hermione closed her copy of The Modern Witch's Guide to a Magical Pregnancy-disguised as What to Expect When You're Expecting-and leaned off the exam table to drop it into her bag. The paper sheet covering the table crinkled under her body as she shifted onto her side and faced Draco. She thought he looked both uncommonly Muggle-ish and extremely handsome in jeans and a blue jumper. "Aren't you curious?" she asked. "Even a little bit?"
He shrugged. "Of course I am, but I don't like all this 'techno-whatsits.' Muggle doctors are dangerous, you know."
She laughed at his serious expression. "They successfully treat Muggle women all the time." He gave her a look that plainly said he did not believe her. "Seriously, they do. Anyway, we're seeing an ultrasound technician today."
As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door and the technician, a dark-skinned woman with cornrows, poked her head into the exam room.
"Mr. and Mrs.…Malfoy?" she asked in a musical West Indies accent, glancing at the chart in her hands. "Are you ready?"
When Hermione nodded, the technician began setting up, maneuvering machines into position, explaining the ultrasound procedure, and pointedly ignoring the way Draco had anxiously hovered over Hermione since she entered the room. Hermione thought this was best since Draco was staring as if he expected the Muggle to explode in an array of scalpels and needles and attack them at any moment.
The technician held up a white plastic bottle filled with blue goo. "This will be squirted onto your abdomen and will help the machine see inside. It may feel cold at-"
"Is it going to look like that?" Draco interrupted, pointing at the wall over Hermione's head.
Craning her neck, Hermione looked up to see a medical artist's rendition of a full-term pregnant woman. She was naked, with swollen breasts and a cut-away view of her pregnant belly showing a completely developed, head down baby.
"No, I'm afraid not. That's a drawing of a fetus at 40 weeks gestation, and your wife is only at 19 weeks. Plus, the images will be in black and white and not so detailed." The technician urged Hermione back onto the exam table and pulled her shirt up under her breasts. "We'll still be able to see quite a bit," she continued, "and if you've never seen an ultrasound before, I think you'll be amazed." She tugged Hermione's slacks and underwear down below her hips. "Oh, and although we rearrange things a bit, your wife gets to keep her clothes on."
Too bad, Draco mouthed, and Hermione squeezed his hand, happy to see him more relaxed.
The goop was slick and cool to the touch. Draco tensed again when the technician began running a scanner over Hermione's belly, and the machine whirred in response.
"Here we are." The technician turned the small screen in their direction. "Wave to Mummy and Daddy, small one."
Hermione could see the baby's profile, including a tiny nose and chin. One hand was raised as if to salute, and tears came to her eyes as the machine took a series of pictures allowing them to see the arm's back-and-forth movement.
"Oh, Draco, it's our baby," she breathed.
"This really is amazing." His voice was hoarse, and she turned her head in time to see a single tear fall to his cheek. "You were right. This is worth braving doctors to see."
Word Count and Rating: 590, G
Summary: Hermione's ultrasound. Very fluffy!
Notes: Written for mariannne for the luvlikerocketz Valentine Exchange with the prompt "muggle technology," 100quills #012 Wonder, and mission_insane Unthemed Table #8, prompt #10 Picture.
"I still don't understand why a Muggle hospital was necessary. The Healers say everything is normal."
Hermione closed her copy of The Modern Witch's Guide to a Magical Pregnancy-disguised as What to Expect When You're Expecting-and leaned off the exam table to drop it into her bag. The paper sheet covering the table crinkled under her body as she shifted onto her side and faced Draco. She thought he looked both uncommonly Muggle-ish and extremely handsome in jeans and a blue jumper. "Aren't you curious?" she asked. "Even a little bit?"
He shrugged. "Of course I am, but I don't like all this 'techno-whatsits.' Muggle doctors are dangerous, you know."
She laughed at his serious expression. "They successfully treat Muggle women all the time." He gave her a look that plainly said he did not believe her. "Seriously, they do. Anyway, we're seeing an ultrasound technician today."
As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door and the technician, a dark-skinned woman with cornrows, poked her head into the exam room.
"Mr. and Mrs.…Malfoy?" she asked in a musical West Indies accent, glancing at the chart in her hands. "Are you ready?"
When Hermione nodded, the technician began setting up, maneuvering machines into position, explaining the ultrasound procedure, and pointedly ignoring the way Draco had anxiously hovered over Hermione since she entered the room. Hermione thought this was best since Draco was staring as if he expected the Muggle to explode in an array of scalpels and needles and attack them at any moment.
The technician held up a white plastic bottle filled with blue goo. "This will be squirted onto your abdomen and will help the machine see inside. It may feel cold at-"
"Is it going to look like that?" Draco interrupted, pointing at the wall over Hermione's head.
Craning her neck, Hermione looked up to see a medical artist's rendition of a full-term pregnant woman. She was naked, with swollen breasts and a cut-away view of her pregnant belly showing a completely developed, head down baby.
"No, I'm afraid not. That's a drawing of a fetus at 40 weeks gestation, and your wife is only at 19 weeks. Plus, the images will be in black and white and not so detailed." The technician urged Hermione back onto the exam table and pulled her shirt up under her breasts. "We'll still be able to see quite a bit," she continued, "and if you've never seen an ultrasound before, I think you'll be amazed." She tugged Hermione's slacks and underwear down below her hips. "Oh, and although we rearrange things a bit, your wife gets to keep her clothes on."
Too bad, Draco mouthed, and Hermione squeezed his hand, happy to see him more relaxed.
The goop was slick and cool to the touch. Draco tensed again when the technician began running a scanner over Hermione's belly, and the machine whirred in response.
"Here we are." The technician turned the small screen in their direction. "Wave to Mummy and Daddy, small one."
Hermione could see the baby's profile, including a tiny nose and chin. One hand was raised as if to salute, and tears came to her eyes as the machine took a series of pictures allowing them to see the arm's back-and-forth movement.
"Oh, Draco, it's our baby," she breathed.
"This really is amazing." His voice was hoarse, and she turned her head in time to see a single tear fall to his cheek. "You were right. This is worth braving doctors to see."