A/N: Written using a prompt from a random word generator.
Word: Improve
HERMIONE'S COMPLAINTS
By: tweety-src-clt9
"I hate my bushy hair!"
He sighed. There she goes again. Babbling about her so-called imperfections.
"Your hair's fine, Hermione. It's very you." He was sincere but she only rolled her eyes.
"I wish it's better…"
Well, I don't… I love your hair the way it is.
"You know, I should thank Malfoy for that stupid spell. Now my teeth's just right," she glanced at the mirror. He's visiting her at the hospital wing after Malfoy's Densaugeo.
"Your smiles always make me feel warm so big or small teeth, you're still my best friend," he said shyly. Hermione hugged him.
"Great! Just when I get the perfect breast size, now I have this flabby belly and cellulite," his wife huffed while in her underwear.
"You know, since we're kids you always have something to complain about," his eyes feasted on her form. She had always been beautiful to him so he doesn't understand why she feels the need to improve something.
"But – "
"You're perfect… Besides, the breast, flabs, and cellulite are because of my baby," he smirked as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
