The standard uniform fit tight around her swollen stomach and breasts, but she cared little of her appearance and more about the principle of the matter.
"More mead, sir?" she asked nicely as her husband stormed into the place, putting more effort into the smile now that her big chance was near. She didn't notice the leer the drunkard gave her as she was too busy watching her husband brush past her without a hint of acknowledgement, or his twitching hand. The smack given to her rear, however, managed to both snap her out of her stupor and garner her husband's full attention.
"Why you-!" she fumed, drawing her wand to give the git a piece of her mind before a spell swept past her and hit the man square on. Furious to see her husband standing with his wand out once she whirled around to find her savior, she turned her wand on him as well to show him how she felt about his interference. This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, however.
"ALRIGHT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" screamed the bartender of the Hog's Head, gaining the attention of those who weren't already three sheets to the wind and couldn't find him let alone hear him. "BOTH OF YOU! OUT!"
As they were forcibly removed from the bar, Severus hissed at Hermione "Next time you want to throw around your independence, at least try and do it somewhere with a bit more class and not whilst eight months pregnant, hmmm?"