Now, Hermione paced their bedroom at Malfoy Manor, hoping to Gods that the baby would make their appearance soon. Hermione had never felt pain like the contractions that wracked her body every few minutes. Draco appeared calm where he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she walked to breathe through each wave of nauseating, bone-crushing, pain. She’d been in labour for at least a day and refused all magical intervention. Ever the supportive husband, Draco had agreed to stay by her side, no matter what. 