"I'm fat!"
Oh dear god, here they went again.
"For Merlin's sake, you're not fat!"
"I'm bloody fat and you know it!"
The angry, irritated, snapping voice was coming from the bathroom, and when he found her she was standing naked in front of the full sized mirror, pinching at random bits of skin, weighing her enlarged breasts in her hands and occasionally running them over her inflated stomach.
"You! You did this to me, you wanker!" She began, as she glanced up when the tall, still perfectly skinny blonde entered the room. "All you had to do was release a few sperm and look at you! Still handsome as ever, and look at me. I look like someone's shoved a beach ball up my arse, I've got bags under my eyes and have you ever seen my hair this out of control?"
"I think you look fantastic." He admitted, with a small shrug. "Kind of... glowy. Like there's a happiness deep - er, extremely deep - inside you. Like you know you're glad this is happening. Like you don't want to smack your adoring husband in the- ow!"
Draco frowned, looking at the spot on his chest that her hairbrush had hit, and then at the offending hairbrush on the ground. By the time his eyes had found her again, she was back to looking at herself.
"It's not funny, Draco. I'm only seven and a half months pregnant and I already am starting to look like that woman who had sextuplets."
"That's not true at all. Look, come 'ere." Sliding up behind her, he turned her so that in the mirror she could see her profile instead of straight on. She gasped and shut her eyes quickly- she could barely look at her offending belly, protruding so angrily from the rest of her like that. And her belly button, dear Godric! It looked like a monster.
Her eyes opened again, though, when she felt hands caressing her softly, starting on her arms and then wrapping themselves around her. Slowly she found herself being turned and her head rested on his chest, sighing softly.
"Look at me." He murmured, and she obliged, looking up into his silver eyes, usually so devoid of emotion, yet today they seemed to be bursting.
Swallowing, she smiled, and their lips met. Softly, gently, yet it was like someone had turned on something inside of her and her eyes closed, she felt like melting into his chest.
His arms wrapped comfortably around her, though the only parts of their bodies that really touched were their stomachs. He couldn't care less. That was his daughter in there, and even though she was making her mother a grumpy and slightly moody witch (which he assumed would still be the case ten years from now) he was so glad.
"Hermione." He murmured, breaking their kiss. "Even if you were so fat we had to move out of England because the country was too small to hold you, I would love you. Even if you were so fat they made a crap daytime TV program about you, I would love you."
She frowned- obviously this wasn't the right thing to say. "Are you saying that I'm-"
"Absolutely gorgeous, with a perfect body to boot."
"Bloody wanker."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
