It happens so quickly then; the heaviness of her body is replaced by relief, the nurse catches Hermione’s slippy baby like a true pro and places her upon her chest, rest next to her heart. Draco has fallen to his knees beside the bed and is stroking her curls back. Lyra takes her first breath and pushes out a gargled cry on the exhale. She’s wrinkly and pink and has fine brown curly-hair that sticks to her head. She looks like a little peanut or— a squish, as Hermione suspected.