The Downside
Hermione was staring at her reflection in the mirror, a look of distain on her face. Snape was frozen in the doorway; he had seen that face before. He tried to silently back out of the doorframe of their bedroom, but the floorboard creaked, giving him away.
Hermione turned, looking at him, tears running down her face.
“I’M SO FAT!”She sobbed, waving her hands at her large, pregnant belly. “SEVERUS, HOW DID I LET MYSELF GO LIKE THIS?”
Snape stared at his sobbing wife, uncorking the bottle of fire whisky.
“Damn hormones” he muttered, taking a swing of the alcohol.