"Pansy! You can't spend ages putting charms on now, your waters have broken, you need to get to the hospital!"
"Harry Potter! I don't care what i'm doing, i'm not leaving here until all six have been cast."
"Darling, please? I'm worried about you," Harry smiled weakly.
"Oh screw worry! Look, i'm done. Now we can go."
Harry escorted Pansy downstairs and out into the daylight where they had ordered a cab; using magical methods to get to hospitals when you were heavily pregnant wasn't allowed for the baby's sake.
"Silly muggle, why is it pink? I hate pink!" Pansy screeched at the taxi driver over his choice of taxi colour.
"I'm sorry Sir, my wife, she's pregnant, see..."
"Don't worry about it, been there, done that. Where do you want to go?"
"St. Potter's Hospital please, her waters have broken and I want this baby out as soon as possible."
"Oh you want this baby out, do you? Like you've been through hell and back being sick every morning, feeling dizzy, having the damn thing kick inside you and being horny over ugly old men. Oh you want it out?" Pansy sneered.
"Nevermind, dear. Did I mention I think you're a lovely person while you're pregnant?" replied Harry, sarcastically.
"Many a time."
"Oh, well let me say it again. You're a lovely person while you're pregnant."
