Compliments prompt: Those Clothes Look Good On You

Pairing: Romione

Rating: K

"I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!" screamed Hermione at the top of her lungs, making it seem as if she caused the entire house to shake.

Harry sent a knowing grin at Ron, who looked scared.

"Been there, mate. Just say she looks lovely in everything and keep a straight face." advised Harry.

Ron looked at Harry as if he were mental. "No wonder you were always getting hexed when your wife was pregnant with James" he said as he left his best friend in the sitting room and went to help Hermione in the bedroom.

He opened to door to reveal a sea of clothes from where Hermione had thrown everything out their closet and dresser. She sat in a rocking chair, weeping into a shirt.

"What's this then? Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Ron, approaching her cautiously.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?!" exclaimed Hermione, affronted. "I'm the size of a small blimp! My ankles don't even look like ankles anymore, my face is all out of sorts, and I can't find a thing to wear over this overgrown quaffle of a belly!"

"Stop it, you're beautiful." said Ron, trying to be comforting.

Hermione glared at him. "How dare you, Ronald Weasley! How could you lie to me like that?!"

She sobbed louder into the shirt in her hand. Ron scanned the floor quickly for something he had seen her purchase the week before. Soon, he spotted it. It was a long black "pregnancy shirt" that had a sunflower on it. He grabbed it along with a pair of those stretchy around the belly jeans that Mum had made her and brought it over to Hermione.

"Put these on." he said firmly.

Hermione looked up from the shirt in her hands and sighed. "That won't do, I'll look ghastly."

"No you won't, you'll look fine, now put them on."

Hermione reluctantly took the outfit and put it on. Ron gave Hermione a look of admiration.

"See?" he said, taking her hand and bringing her in front of their floor length mirror. "Those clothes look good on you."

He stood behind her as Hermione twisted and turned a bit, trying to find some kind of fault in her attire. When she couldn't find a thing to complain about, she turned to Ron, stood up on her tiptoes, and gave him a kiss.

'You're amazing, you are." she said, kissing him again.

"I know. Now, about your shoes. I think- oh shit."

Hermione had buried her face into her hands and began sobbing once again at the mention of shoes.