Hermione was considerably shorter than her husband. And she usually made a distinct effort to wear heels when they went on dates. It certainly made it easier for her to kiss Viktor.
She held the heels in her hand. She knew that her balance wasn't the best since she had gotten pregnant. And so, it made more sense to wear the flats that were on the floor. She still wanted to wear the heels, in spite of the difficulty.
She rested her hand on her ever so slightly swollen stomach. She wasn't upset with the situation. She was thrilled. But she knew that she would miss being able to reach up and kiss her husband as easily as she used to.
"Are you ready?" Viktor asked breaking her out of her thoughts.
She shook her head. "I'm still debating about the shoes," she mumbled.
Viktor put his arms around his wife. He knew that she felt small. And he was well aware that he wasn't making the situation any easier. He couldn't change how tall he was.
"You should vear the flats," he said.
"I know," Hermione said. She fiddled with the heels still in her hand. "I just don't want to."
Viktor took the shoes from her, and set them on the floor, before facing her. He kissed her, lifting her up in the air. She gave a little squeal before kissing him back.
Hermione melted into him. Maybe being short wasn't such a bad thing.