Sweat is in the Eye of the Beholder - R/Hr - PG-13
Title: Sweat is in the Eye of the Beholder
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: 224
Author's Note (if any):

Written for Challenge 2 of the rwhg_ldws.

Prompt: 'Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty. The right person will always think the sun shines out of your arse.'
Drabble length: 100 - 500


Sweat is in the Eye of the Beholder
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Hermione's eyes shine with unshed tears as they meet yours, and you look down into her dear, sweet face and are awestruck by the realization that she has never looked more horrible.

You are more than aware that you must Never Mention This.

Harry had warned you in as much detail as you could face.

Her terrible hair is in damp rats' tails, clinging to her neck and shoulders; her red face is shiny and sweaty. Her delicate hand grips yours with the strength of an elephant and she growls at you.

"I hate you Ronald Weasley," she whines. "I'm going to stop, now."

"Not yet, luv," you say reasonably. "One more push."

"Fuck off," she mutters.

You glance apprehensively at the midwife, but she is just smiling placidly and attempting to calm her patient with gentle hands and a cool cloth.

"You do it, if you think it's such a good idea," Hermione says.

"I would if I could," you say soothingly.

Hermione snorts. "What a beautiful and meaningless gesture," she snaps. "You must think I'm an idiot."

"I think you're wonderful," you say. "And I have never loved you more."

"Even when I look like this?" she asks, petulantly flicking a heavy clump of hair back off her face.

"Even when you look like this," you say sincerely.

Her eyes narrow.

"Fuck."