'Mr and Mrs Weasley? Ok, we're ready for you now. Please step this way.'

Ron and Hermione entered the room. The walls were a grubby white, and the floor carpet was a depressing grey. There was a thin, narrow bed in the centre of the room, which was covered in that dull shade of green paper towel that Muggles tend to use for cheap cleaning purposes. The ultrasound scanner was pushed up against the wall, along with several small cabinets and a couple of blue plastic chairs.

Hermione was invited to lie on the bed, and Ron helped her onto it. The cheesy doctor chuckled and wrung his hands. Ron raised an eyebrow at Hermione when he had his back turned.

Hermione had insisted that she have a scan in her third trimester, just to make sure everything was going to plan. Hermione also felt safer with a Muggle clinic, seeing as she was Muggle-born, and also that she was pretty sure that there was nothing serious to worry about.

The clinic wasn't very expensive, which was lucky for them, seeing as they weren't very well off. Ron was working hard to try and get a promotion, but so far, his attempts had failed.

'Now, before we begin, do either of you have any questions?' the doctor asked. They shook their heads. The doctor rolled Hermione's top up; leaving her stomach bare, and he put the gel on. Hermione shivered. The doctor ran the sensor over it, and a fuzzy, black-and-white picture of their baby appeared on the screen.

Hermione breathed out in awe, and smiled. Ron kissed the top of her head, staring at the picture.

'Do you want to know the sex of the baby?' the doctor asked. Both Hermione and Ron nodded.

'Yes, I think so.' Ron replied.

'Well, then,' the doctor said, moving the sensor around a bit to get a clearer picture, 'congratulations, it's a girl.'

'We've got a little girl, Mione!' Ron said excitedly, beaming. Hermione smiled broadly, tears in her eyes. Ron wiped them away with the back of his hand.

'Everything seems fine here. You can go now.'

Hermione wiped the gel off with a paper towel and eased herself off the bed. Ron put an arm round her and they walked to the car, still smiling. They climbed in, and there was a moment of silence.

Suddenly, Ron leant over and kissed her, making Hermione giggle. He rubbed her stomach affectionately.

'What are we going to call her?' Ron asked.

'I don't know. I always thought it was going to be a boy!' Hermione replied.

Ron hit the invisibility boost and yanked on the flying gear. The car levitated off the ground, and Ron drove them home.

When they returned home, they found Mrs Weasley, Fred, George and Harry in the living room. Mrs Weasley beamed at them and came over to kiss Ron on the cheek.

'Is everything ok, dear?' she asked.

'It's all fine, Molly. We're having a girl!' Hermione announced. Fred and George cheered, and Molly hugged her tightly. Harry grinned and hugged Hermione as well, and clapped Ron on the back.

'A girl! That's very lucky of you – Ginny was the first Weasley girl for several generations! Looks as if she broke the tradition.'

'You're not thinking of stopping at one, are you?' Fred asked.

'Our little Ronniekins, enslaved by an army of his own offspring…' George said, with mock despair in his voice.

'Oi, shut up!' Ron said in reply. Hermione, on the other hand, laughed.

'Don't worry, Ron, I'll keep them in order.' She told him. Ron smiled and kissed her cheek.