This is my first HP fic, and my first ever mpreg, so feedback

would be GREATLY appreciated!

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except of course

(eventually) the baby. Everyone else is owned by JKR

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy. How are you feeling today?"

"Good afternoon, Madame Kierstein," Draco greeted his medi-witch as she walked in to greet him. "I'm feeling much better; the morning sickness has finally stopped. Except, now I'm getting tired a lot. I sleep most of the afternoon. "

"Yes, well, that's to be expected. You're body is going through a lot right now, it needs its rest to keep up its energy." She explained to him as she helped him to lie down. "Now, you just relax while I do your exam, okay?"

Draco nodded and watched her intently as she muttered a few words and waved her wand over his stomach. Seconds later a strange swooshing noise filled the room.

"Wh-what's that?" He stuttered, afraid that it was a sign that something was wrong with his baby.

"That's your baby's heart, Mr. Malfoy.' Madame Kierstein smiled up at him.

"Is it SUPPOSED to sound like that? It's . . . so fast! Is the baby okay?"

"The baby is fine, a fetal heart rate is anywhere from 120 and 170 beats per minute. From the sounds of things, this little one is right in the normal range."

"Okay, good. I want it to be healthy."

"I don't think you have to worry about that, sweetie," The medi-witch reassured him as she broke the spell, causing the sound of the baby's heartbeat to stop. Next, she was pushing his shirt up on him, and prodding his stomach gently. "There's no kind of pain or tenderness anywhere, is there Mr. Malfoy?"

"No, ma'am."

"Okay, good. Everything seems to be developing nicely. Did you want to know the sex of your baby yet, or did you want to wait until it's born?"

"I can find out already?" Draco asked in astonishment. He thought he would have to wait until the baby arrived to know whether or not it was male or female.

"Certainly. We could have known from the time it was conceived, I just usually wait until my patients are in their second trimester before finding out. It requires doing a spell, and I try to do as little magic as possible on my mommies to be until after their third month. Overexposure to medical magic before that can have adverse effects on the baby."

"But . . . it's safe to do now?" He asked, worriedly. If there was even the slightest possibility that he could harm his child, then he wasn't going to take the risk.

"Of course, I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise," The older woman reassured him gently.

"Then . . . I think I'd like to find out."

Madame Kierstein smiled and waved her wand over his stomach once again. Draco's eyes widened as a ribbon of smoke trailed through the air above his body. The smoke circled his stomach several times before changing from a normal grayish color, to a pale pink. Madame Kierstein smiled as she looked up at him.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I hope you wanted a daughter."

"Daughter? A girl? I'm having a little girl?"

"Yes, sir, you certainly are."

Draco's eyes filled with tears. He was having a girl, his daughter, HARRY'S daughter. Who would she look like? Whose personality would she have? Suddenly, it was as if a light switch clicked on. There was actually a baby inside of him, a beautiful, precious, baby girl.

"Makes it all a little more real, doesn't it?" The medi-witch asked him as she helped him to set up.

"Yeah, a little." Draco admitted quietly.

"Now, before you go, is there anything else? Any questions or concerns?"

"Yes, actually. I've noticed that my stomach is still fairly small. I'm already in my fifth month, and I'm barely showing. To look at me you'd think I was only two or three months along. Is that normal?"

"Typically, no. But you are a special case. To begin with, children born to magical parents tend to be a bit smaller than Muggle children; they are usually about five and one half to six and one half pounds at birth. Then, on top of that, you are a male carrying a child. Your body is not equipped or designed for pregnancy. A baby born to a wizard, as a result of him carrying the child, tends to be anywhere between four and five pounds."

"Four to five pounds? That's awfully small, isn't it? Will she be okay?"

"Your daughter will be quite healthy, Mr. Malfoy, as long as she is a full term baby. She will have developed just the same as any other baby, only she will be quite a bit smaller."

"O-okay. Just so long as she's okay."

"Not to worry, sir. I've delivered babies to many wizards beside yourself, and all of their children were just fine. Oh, and one more thing before you go . . . " She waved her wand in the air, and a piece of paper materialized in her free hand. She handed Draco what looked to him like a blurry photograph. "It's the equivalent of what Muggles call and ultrasound. The only difference is that it's colored, and you can see the baby move."

"Th-this is . . .m-my baby?"

"That it is, Mr. Malfoy, and by the looks of things, she's an active one."

"You have no idea," Draco laughed as he thought of all the times he could feel the baby doing somersaults inside him, and of all the times she had used his internal organs for something to kick at.

"You go on and get some rest now, Mr. Malfoy, and make sure to speak with my apprentice about an appointment. I want to see you back here in a month. Next time you're here we're going to talk about how your daughter is to be born, and we may also talk about your appointments becoming home visits, depending on how things are progressing."

Draco nodded at her words, but barely heard a thing she said, he was too busy staring at the picture of his daughter. The only thing he had on his mind at the moment was getting out of there as quickly as he could, and showing off the picture to anyone who would stand still long enough for him to show them.