Ginny stared at herself in the mirror, fingered her swollen belly in despair. "Oh, Draco, look at me! I look so terrible. I'm perfectly round! Round!"
Draco groaned internally, but immediately went up to his wife, touched her face gently. "No, you're not," he said firmly. "You look like a beautiful, pregnant woman. Which is what you are, of course."
She shook away his hand. "Yeah, thanks for telling me I look like I'm spawning a baby human being in my stomach, Draco."
He blinked at her. "But you are spawning a human baby in your stomach, love."
She stared up at him reproachfully, then sighed. "I suppose you're right. Oh, it's terrible. I love the baby, of course I do, but...I look such a fright."
He smiled at her. "It's just two more months, Ginny."
"So that's it!" she exclaimed vindictively. "You just admitted that I'm ugly! I suppose I'm not attractive to you anymore, now that you've knocked me up! You...you're just so shallow, Draco!"
Draco gritted his teeth, tried his best not to roll his eyes. "Ginevra, I never said anything of the sort, and I doubt anyone else will. You're just—"
"Enough!" she proclaimed hysterically. "Don't, Draco! Don't! I know exactly what you're thinking! Be honest, for once. Be honest. I look like a bloody balloon. A redheaded balloon." Her eyes filled with tears.
"You don't," Draco snapped, out of patience now. "Balloons are, in fact, much smaller. Unless of course, you're a hot-air balloon."
Ginny shrieked an expletive, turned around and flounced out of the room, furious.
Blaise entered the door from behind him, and observed the redhead's exit amusedly.
"Merlin, mate," he said in a low voice to Draco, who was staring after his wife stonily. "Our Ginny's pretty far off. She's beginning to resemble a bit of a balloon, isn't she?"
Draco turned to cast his friend an extremely withering look.
"Just saying," Blaise shrugged.