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Beautiful to Me


He ducked just in time to miss the flying pants, which fell to the floor behind him.

"Hermione, love," He ventured warily into the bedroom, "What's wrong?"

His wife turned to look at him, an angry expression on her face, but he could see the tears threatening to come out.

"They don't fit," she sobbed, "I'm fat!"

"Oh no love," Fred said rushing over and putting his arms around her, "You aren't fat, in fact. You have never been more stunning than you are now."

"Don't try and sweet talk me Fred Weasley," Hermione said fiercely, "I'm fat."

"Aren't. There is just more of you to love now," Fred said.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, and he fell back on the bed, "That is not a compliment Fredrick."

Fred tried not to smile. She just looked so adorable standing there in her underwear with her hands on her hips glaring at him.

"Did you try to stretch them?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yes," she said shortly, "A month ago, and then a month prior to that, if I stretch them anymore they will fall apart."

"Well surely you have other clothes," Fred suggested.

"Of course I do," Hermione answered, "But I wanted to wear them."

"That's not an option love," Fred sighed, and reached out with one of his hands, and when she took it he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm sorry Fred," Hermione whispered, "I don't mean to snap at you, I can't seem to help it lately."

"It's perfectly fine honey," Fred answered, "I remember back when mum was having Ginny, I don't think me and George put a single toe out of line for seven bloody months, the whole lot of us where walking on eggshells the entire time. And do you remember Fleur when she was pregnant?" Shaking his head, "Poor Bill, and you my dear are not half as bad as either of them."

"Good to hear," she smiled, snuggling into his chest, "You know. I don't want to go out anymore."

"Excellent," Fred laughed, "I never wanted to go, me and Jack will head down to the pub and get some dinner," shifting her off his lap, "And you can have a nice relaxing bath while we are out."

"Thanks honey, I don't know what I'd do without you," she said giving him a quick kiss and heading off the bed towards the bathroom.

"Die of boredom, I'd presume," Fred said seriously.

Hermione turned and smiled at him from the door, and he walked over to her, cupping her face in his hands, "You know you are absolutely beautiful to me love," moving his hands down till they were on her belly, "And this could never be classified as fat. It's our little girl, our baby girl.Just remember that next time you feel this way, or tell me and I'll think of a million ways to remind you."

"Our little girl," she whispered, putting her arms around his neck, "I love you," she said.


"Ewww! Mummy has no clothes on!" Came a small voice from the door to the bedroom.

Hermione laughed as she grabbed her robe of the dresser, putting it on quickly, "Sorry sweetie, is this better?" She asked.

"Yes, much better," her young son said, "Are we going soon? I'm so hungry."

Fred moved over to him, picked him up, "You and me are going to go get some dinner and we will all stay here tonight, how does that sound?"

"Good," he beamed at him, "Do I have to have fish though? I don't like fish."

"No fish for you," Fred laughed, "We'll go now and let mum have a bath."

Fred walked them both over to her, and they leaned over and kissed each of her cheeks, "See ya Mummy!" Jack said waving as Fred carried him out of the room.

Hermione gave him a wave as he walked away, turning on the light in the bathroom. She caught sight of her profile in the mirror. Pulling open her robe, she stood there studying her body. Maybe she wasn't fat. It was their little girl in there after all, and that truly was beautiful.