That Can Be Arranged.
Hermione was feeling bloated and bored. Not a good combination. She hummed a merry tune as she waved her wand around first the bedroom; then the lounge room; then the nursery; and, finally, the study. She moved around rather clumsily to some Muggle music.
When she was done a while later, Hermione put her hands on her wide hips and surveyed her handiwork.
"There. Much better." Then she went to make herself something to eat.
Severus didn't approve of the arrangements. Or at least that's what Hermione gathered from his muffled exclamations from the carpet by a newly arranged chair.
Thanks to drakien who told me she was planning on rearranging the furniture and painting the house while her husband was away for the week. And no, she's not pregnant but it seemed to me like something a restless pregnant Hermione would do.