Curves and Hors D'oeuvres

Chapter 1

Golden Girl or Golden Egg?

Hermione Granger can't seem to stop growing around the middle and that isn't another child out of wedlock , folks!

Hermione snorted in disgust, incinerating Witch Weekly and siphoning away the ash with her wand.

Rita Skeeter could choke on doxy eggs.

"I'm sorry," said Harry with a grimace, running a hand through his hair. "It's my fault."

Hermione shrugged, taking a sip of her tea and avoiding the pity in his green eyes.

She avoided the wizarding world when possible after her pregnancy with Rose and breaking things off with Ron. But Harry had wanted her at his birthday celebration at the Leaky Cauldron.

Ron however must have found out and felt slighted by his former best mate, tipping Rita off.

"I'm-"

"Stop apologizing," she snipped, picking up a biscuit before setting it back down with a sigh. "She's not wrong though."

After having Rose, her body was never quite the same. Her large breasts and bum never fully diminished, and the stretch marks on her stomach signified what she went through but she was no longer as toned as she was in her youth.

Ron gave her three months after having Rose before he started making comments.

"Another biscuit, Hermione? Are you sure?"

"Maybe you should take the stairs while Rose and I use the lift. Just a thought."

And before officially separating, he'd been particularly foul.

"You're not the same witch I fell in love with. You're just too... round. If you drop a stone or two, maybe we could make things work."

"Fucking isn't the same. I think of Harry's assistant at work just to get hard for you."

And she did lose weight.

Approximately twelve-and-a-half stones.

But she still didn't like looking at herself in the mirror.

And his degrading voice intruded on her thoughts every waking moment.

"Ron should be dropping her off soon, yeah?" said Harry, glancing at his watch.

"I picked up a shift tonight," she murmured, taking the biscuit she had previously set down.

Oh well.

"I said he could have her for another night. She's most likely with Molly anyways."

Harry looked hesitant, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "If you need help -"

"Harry, we've talked about this," she said sharply, cleaning up their tea and biscuits with a flick of her wand. "I don't want your money."

"You work three jobs -"

"Two now!" she said brightly, moving to the sink. "I received a raise at the restaurant."