Between the two of them, Ron had always been the heavier sleeper. Over the years, he'd gotten better at waking up earlier, and at not needing to be shouted at or nearly tossed out of bed before waking up, but Ron had always reckoned that Hermione would probably always be the lighter sleeper between the two of them.

She shook his shoulder and he drifted out of sleep, not nearly awake enough to quite grasp what Hermione had said. As much as he'd been on alert lately, knowing that the day of the baby's birth was nearing, it didn't quite seem to carry over to the middle of the night.

"We can mend it in the morning, Hermione," He yawned sleepily, pulling the sheets a bit more snugly around him. "Reparo..."