Three hours later, and Holly Hopewell, Labor Delivery Mediwitch, was seriously considering a career change to something quieter and less annoying.
Manticore wrangling came to mind.
She sighed, got up again, and went to check on her charge.
"Mrs. Malfoy? How are you? Can I get you anything?"
The young witch was obviously exhausted, and the diagnostic spell showed the baby was direct occiput posterior. The puzzle pieces weren't clicking into place, and she was pinned under the soul-searing glare of the Wizarding World's best-known perfectionist.
"A few pieces of paper, a quill, and a draught of pain potion mixed with a dreamless sleep…please."
Holly fished in her robe pockets and provided the paper and quill, leaving to get the potion. When she returned, Hermione had a neat stack of notes on the bedside table. She took the potion more gratefully than she would ever want to admit, and asked Holly to deliver the notes to the lobby.
Draco-
I'm fine. Things have slowed temporarily and I'm going to get some rest. Will contact you later. Stop sending through the Galleon. Please.
Hating you slightly less,
Granger
Harry:
For the love of Merlin, put that stupid book down and take a break. Eat something. You can't be my doula if you're dead.
I still love you,
Hermione
PS- Kick Ronald awake if he starts snoring, and don't let anyone draw on his face.
Blaise-
Man up and ask her to have a cuppa with you. Theo will be fine for a few minutes on his own.
HGM
Narcissa-
I've done my best to stir Blaise to action. Please keep an eye on Chaos Incarnate.
No, not Lucius. The young one.
Fondly,
Hermione
Lucy-
Stop worrying. I can sense your aura from here. We're fine. Go occupy your son with talk of stocks or something. I don't care if he's interested or falls asleep. Just get him off my back for an hour or so.
-The Fiend
Luna-
Go when he asks. You're welcome.
Pans-
Of course you're godmother. It will give you someone new to drag shopping.
H