A/N: Pug1998 requested this kind of scene, so here it is. I wrote this in like 10 minutes so I'm not sure if it's any good but ah well it'll do!
Also for the Drabble a day challenge
Labour
Hermione's vice-like grip on Draco's hand became tighter still as another torturous contraction slammed through her body. She let out a low and very manly groan; even when she was in labour she refused to be a stereotypical weepy and dramatic girl.
"Bloody hell Hermione just scream," Draco said in a strained voice. He was doing his best to ignore the stinging pain in his hand, "right now you sound like a dying centaur so screaming seems the best option."
She listened, and by Merlin did she scream. It didn't take long for Draco to almost wish for the dying centaur act to return. She repeated this banshee impression for a good few hours before the Medi-Witch informed them that the baby's head was crowning.
"Wait – what? You mean to say that it's going to get worse from here onwards?" Draco gulped. He silently bid farewell to his eardrums, which would surely be ruptured by the end of this. Hermione released his hand momentarily to shuffle into a more comfortable position before moving to clasp it again. He had drawn his wand to put a numbing charm on his hand (why the hell didn't he think of that before?) but he froze when he saw Hermione staring daggers at him. She was red in the face and sweating and yet she still looked as menacing as ever.
"Don't you dare, Draco Lucius Malfoy!" she snapped, wagging a finger at him, "this is all your bloody fault, and there's no way in hell I'm going to let you stand there feeling completely fine when I am pushing a person through my –"
Draco winced. Hermione was bossy enough when she was in a good mood. It would be a suicide mission to wind her up now. But yet…
"It takes two to make this happen, Mione. How much can it hurt anyway?" The second the words left his mouth, Draco instantly regretted it.
"Exactly," Hermione purposefully tightened her grip on his hand, "so how come the man gets it easy, hm? You're always making snide remarks about women being the weaker sex so surely this should be your job! As for how it hurts," she released his hand and grabbed his collar, "it feels like an army of wizards are simultaneously casting the Cruciatus Curse on me. But only, it's worse than that; those curses usually affect the entire body, so just imagine that same amount of pain channelled into just one area."
Draco's face contorted into a grimace and Hermione rolled her eyes. Men…
"Don't worry, son, she'll still love you once the baby is born," the Medi-Witch chuckled; evidently she had witnessed such an exchange countless times before.
"Highly doubtful," Draco and Hermione said at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled, before another contraction signalled it's arrival, and Hermione screamed.
"Okay, it's time to start pushing."
A/N: I think I'll follow up with after the actual birth tomorrow :)
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