It was both a blessing and a curse that her contractions hadn't arrived yet. Hermione knew that it meant they had some time before things grew too urgent, but over the years of their relationship, Ron had learned how to put up defenses against Hermione's constant scolding, especially when they interrupted his sleep in the middle of the night. With a slight huff, Hermione shook his shoulder more urgently and waved her hand, wandlessly lighting up the lamps in the room.

"Ronald Weasley. The baby is coming," she said between gritted teeth, careful to enunciate every word. Without waiting for him to fully react, she slid herself over to the side of the bed, one hand supporting her back as she got up and looked for the already packed bag resting near the foot of their bed. "I can't guarantee that it'll wait for you to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep."