Breathing deeply, Hermione tried to relax, her body tense from her most recent contraction. Labor was proving far more intense than she ever anticipated. Letting out the breath she held, she felt the tension in her abdomen ease, albeit slightly. Off to the side of the meager hospital room in St. Mungo’s sat Ginny, her long, red hair out of its chignon and golden high heels kicked off. She was completely oblivious to her friend’s current discomfort, eyes focused on the screen of her phone as she scrolled through the damn thing. 