"Draco," Hermione whispered."I'm having the baby."
"Yes, I know you're carrying my child." Draco groggily replied.
"No, Draco," Hermione nudged him. "I need the ambulance."
"But you've suffered no accidents!" She hit him with a pillow.
"Draco, get the bag, I'm going into labour! As in - right now!"
"What! You're early. Dear Merlin - you're early!" He exclaimed.
"Get the ambulance," Hermione patiently advised. "My water broke 5 minutes ago."
"Draco rushed around - grabbing the bag, phoning the ambulance, family and friends - while his wife sat serenely on the bed looking at him.
"How can you be so calm? You're going into labour!" He managed to pant out in between the errands.
"Well, let's see.
Point 1 - I've had two prior experiences in going into labour, both with a nervous Ron, which does not help your nerves.
Point 2 - I believe that panicking does not help child development, calmly assessing the situation is better.
Point 3 - I'm Hermione Malfoy née Granger, not you - Draco Malfoy, whose wife has been having contractions for the past 15 minutes."
Before he could retort, the ambulance arrived.
A/N:Next chapter - The Labour! Won't keep you waiting.