Title: Picture It
Ship: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 375
Category/Warnings: Fluff, Pregnant!Hermione
Summary: Hermione wonders what their little girl will look like.
A/N: Originally written for thenarnianqueen's birthday.
Hermione stared at the mirror, trying to imagine what their little girl might look like.
She'll probably have my bushy hair, she thought. She was a little giddy at that thought. It was the first time she'd ever really appreciated the untameable mass that sat on her head. But it'll be red, of course.
She screwed up her face, trying to picture herself with red hair and freckles. The dull, brown mess was distracting. She just couldn't see it.
She listened for a second, to make sure that Ron was still in the shower and, when she heard the rushing water, she pointed her wand to her forehead and charmed her hair ginger. Then, she pointed it to her nose and placed a generous spatter of chocolate coloured freckles there.
She smiled at her reflection for a few minutes, running a hand over her swollen stomach.
Will it have his eyes, or mine? She wondered.
She hoped they were bright, and blue, and beautiful like his.
She raised her wand to her temple to change the colour of her eyes, but was interrupted by a chuckle from behind her.
"Hermione," Ron laughed as he stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. "What, in Godric's name, are you doing?"
"Nothing," she mumbled quickly, keeping her blushing face turned towards the mirror. She'd been so preoccupied, she hadn't even heard the shower turn off. "I was just practising a couple of charms that I'd read about."
She tried to remember how to end the charms, but Ron's disturbance had caught her off guard and she couldn't think.
He stepped behind her and moved his hand to cover the one on her belly.
"Look, you've gone all rosy," he giggled, nodding at her reddened face in the mirror.
"Rosy?" Hermione bit her lip, and looked down at their entwined hands on her tummy. "Rosie," she said, squeezing his fingers and meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He beamed.
"Yeah. It's perfect," he told her. "She'll be perfect, love. If she looks anything like you, she'll be beautiful,"
He moved her hair to one side with his other hand and placed a kiss on her shoulder.
"But I think I prefer you the way you were."