Yay, I finally have another chapter up. This one gave me so much trouble. I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to write, yet whenever I tried, the words in my head were completely different to what ended up on my screen. But I have found something I am relatively happy with. I hope you like it.

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Oracular

Ambiguous; obscure.

"That was the strangest thing I've ever seen in my life," Ron said, opening the door to their new house. It had been three weeks since they had officially moved in. It was nice. Both of them were happy there.

Hermione smiled. "But you liked it, didn't you?" she asked. She had finally managed to convince Ron to have an ultrasound done for their baby. She had tried talking him around with Rose, but he had been adamant the wizard way was good enough.

She suspected he was fed up with her asking and finally relented, but at least she had convinced him. Even if the technician did have to go through things slowly with him, explaining every detail of what he was doing. He had been slightly confused as to why Ron had no idea what was happening when they had brought Rose along with them. They were supposed to know. They already had a daughter.

"I... it was just strange," Ron said. But despite his resistance to admit he did like it, he stared down at the capture of the baby they had been given. Hermione tapped it with her wand and the picture began to move. After that, he seemed to be happier that it looked more normal.

"How do they do it?" he then asked, placing the photo beside one of Rose. "And what did that Muggle mean when he asked if we would like to know the sex? That's... weird."

Hermione had lost count of how many times he had referred to his experience being strange or weird. After ever sentence, she guessed.

"Only weird to people like us," Hermione said. It was true. She had become so used to the wizarding world, that Muggle things did frighten her sometimes. She just had a better understanding of how things worked than Ron did. "It's quite normal in the Muggle world."

Ron traced his finger over the picture. "That's really our baby?" he asked, sounding awed. He really had liked it. Hermione had seen his expression when the baby had come on the screen. But she knew he would never admit it. Not after he had spent so long ridiculing Muggle practices.

"Yes."

"Weird," he said again.

"I think it's amazing. And beautiful. It's a shame we never got to see it with Rose." Her comment wasn't accusing, but she realised Ron had taken it that way. He looked at her guiltily.

"I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know what it was. I didn't know it was going to be harmless."

Hermione had to stop herself from laughing, because she realised Ron was being serious. "It's okay," she said. "We got another chance." It seemed they were getting a lot of second chances at everything these days.

It seemed so long ago now. So much had happened; so much had changed in a very short space of time. She had never seen herself being able to move on from their loss. But she had. She had never forgotten, but she had moved on. Finally.

Ron was looking at the photo again. "So," he began. "You're saying that from that picture, Muggles can tell if our baby is a boy or a girl?" He squinted at it. "How?"

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know. They just can."

"I don't want to know," Ron continued. "We'll find out sooner or later, anyway. In four and a half months."

Four and a half months. That was how long it was. After everything that had happened to them, they only had to wait another four and a half months. Somehow, she thought they deserved it. Well, Ron deserved it more than anything. She had completely fallen apart for a while.

"Four and a half months," she repeated. She saw Ron turn back to the photo. She laughed.

"Why so happy all of a sudden?" Ron questioned, seeming genuinely curious. Sometimes she thought he really didn't use his head properly.

"Because of you, of course," she told him. "You keep looking at that photo."

"I'm curious about it," Ron replied, going slightly red. Hermione was amazed that after all this time he sometimes still struggled to tell her what he was feeling.

"Just admit that you enjoyed today you would go back and see it again if I asked you tomorrow."

Ron didn't answer.

Hermione shook her head. "Alright, then. Have it your way. I'll just... go... and you can continue to secretly love every moment that picture moves."

She went to leave, but Ron finally spoke, drawing her back. "I was worried, you know," he said.

"About what?"

"I love Rose. What if I didn't love this baby as much?" he looked once again at the photo. "But..."

"But after seeing them, you realised that wasn't the case?" Hermione finished.

Ron nodded.

Hermione smiled. "Sometimes I wonder why on earth I decided to marry you. But then you go and say or do something like that and I know exactly why."

"Why?" Ron asked.

She kissed him. "For every one thing that annoys me about you, there are one hundred reasons why I love you. That's why."

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