Maternity ward waiting rooms were typically full of anxious, happy friends and family members. Unfortunately, that was not the case tonight, as five of Hermione’s closest friends sat in terrified silence. Blaise sat with his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees as his husband of mere hours rubbed reassuring circles on his back. Ginny was sniffling softly, trying to keep her tears at bay and staring blindly at the mobile she still held in her hand. Her brother, Ron, was pacing the length of the room, far more anxious than any of the others. After all, he was typically the one who accompanied Hermione to the hospital in the past. Pansy, his wife, was sitting quietly in the corner, far away from everyone, both hands splayed on her own pregnant stomach as the minutes ticked by.