Just so you know; this is my first fanfic. Hope y'all enjoy!
That filthy mudblood. I just could not understand how people could look past that and see even a hint of beauty in her. I was so blinded by the ignorance that I had been taught, the ignorance that had been passed through the generations of my family like the pointy chin and blonde hair, that I couldn't see how kind of incredible she was. Who am I kidding? There's no 'kind of'. She's incredible. And it took me five years of being an arrogant little bastard to realise it. Okay, let me tell you how it happened. And the best part about this story is how wonderfully ordinary it is; it has this sort of simplistic beauty. So it was an average Wednesday evening, it had been raining, and I was doing patrols, having just joined the inquisitorial squad. I was just mooching near the wall where this door was supposed to appear, admiring my shiny new badge, feeling rather important. Then suddenly I heard this sound - I can't really describe it – but all that matters is that it was Hermione who emerged. I was about to shout, run through the shrinking door on the wall, grab her, call Umbridge, but instead I just stood there with my breath caught in my throat, wondering what the hell was happening to me. All I could do was look at her. I remember it so vividly; her cheeks were pink, as though shed been blushing or something. She seemed to be struggling to carry a large stack of books, and I remember wanting to run up and offering to help, but remembering what her reaction would be, I stayed put out of sight behind a wall. Her hair looked as bushy as ever, but I liked it; it looked soft and bouncy. She just generally looked beautiful; this glint in her eye that only came with acts of rebellion. And I just let her scurry past, a whirlwind of brown hair, bright eyes, broken rules and excitement. And from that day onward, I was as much a double agent as Snape; keeping them away from her. I didn't even mind so much when she married Weasley. He makes her happy and after years of loving her, happiness was all I wanted for her. And I broke the chain of inherited ignorance by teaching my son that everyone is beautiful, no matter who, where from, what they do. And I see the way he looks at her daughter, the Weasley girl, Rose. And I can only hope that they build the bridge between our two families. And I can only smile, because after all I've been through, I can still look at her and see that glint in her eye.