Hermione stared in stunned silence at Pansy, trying to think of anything, any excuse to give. The only sounds in the room came from the tiny infant in her arms, making the sweetest sighs as she suckled her mother’s milk. Hermione opened her mouth a few times, desperate to explain or defend her decisions, but couldn’t think of anything. The exhaustion from breaking into Gringotts, then the battle, plus giving birth–Hermione’s mind was completely blank.