AN: I've been posting these little drabbles on Tumblr. I thought I would post them here on this drabble collection as well.
Please note that I'm not having these drabbles read by a beta, so they may contain several grammar mistakes. Doesn't matter how much I practice English, there's certain habits that percolate from your native tongue, no matter what.
Ron entered the dimly lit room feeling unsure, trying to not make any sounds. He was tightly holding Hermione's hand, thinking that he must love her very much to be in this room where everything seemed so strange and big and imposing. He avoided Muggle medicine completely if he could help it.
Her parents entered the small office behind them, murmuring excitedly about seeing their grandchild for the first time. That morning, they had tried to explain what they were going to do at this appointment, but Ron wasn't sure he understood what they were trying to describe. If you asked him, what they were talking about seemed more like magic than what he did when he used his wand.
Hermione lay down on a flat bed, exposing her belly. Their unborn child moved back and forth in response, while a technician applied a jelly-like substance on her tummy.
"It doesn't like it when I lie back like this," Hermione laughed.
Ron laughed as well, marveled as always that their baby was so active all the time, the undulation of its movement impossibly clear: an elbow here, a tiny foot there.
But then… oh, then time stopped. A fast heartbeat echoed in the room, and when the screen hanging from the wall lit up, he could see the black-and-white ghost of his tiny child.
He wasn't breathing. He wasn't blinking. The image changed a bit, and he thought that he could see some shapes now.
"That's the head," the technician was saying, indicating with a pointer on the screen. "Can you see it? You can see the hair floating!"
It was clear all of a sudden. He could see their baby, hear its heartbeat, a sign of its health and its life. He was overcome with images of their future and oh, so much love for that tiny human Hermione and him had created.
He tore his eyes from the screen and turned to his wife, his love and best friend, who was smiling like he had never seen. He was so happy he thought he might burst. For the first time, he truly, fully admired Muggle technology, and vaguely wondered if they had a machine that would re-start his heart.