"Oh goody, you are awake," Hermione smiled as a bleary eyed Kingsley blinked to consciousness and stared in horror at her. "I was wondering if I was going to have to splash you with ice water or something. My magic is a little erratic with the pregnancy, but it is nice to know my baby won't be a squib." Hermione deeply enjoyed the look of fear on Kingsley's face. He'd seen her handiwork in an interrogation room before during the war. He’d vomited outside then.