"Remember, Madam Snape, every time your uterine muscles contract, you're one step closer to delivering your baby." The medi-witch's voice trailed off as she realised her patient was paying her no attention whatsoever. Instead, Hermione's eyes were fixed on the dark haired wizard at her side, brushing her hair away from her red, exhausted face.
"Severus, I can't do this," Hermione whimpered.
"You can." Severus spoke with such an air of calm assurance that Hermione visibly relaxed.
An hour later, with a swaddled bundle in his arms, Severus smiled down at Hermione. "I knew that you could do it, witch."