She was my younger brother's best friend, the unknown territory, the forbidden fruit, per say. But damn, that girl was brilliant.
I loved the way she bit her lip when she was thinking, how she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was reading.
I was just Ron's older brother. But what the hell do I have to lose?
"Hermione, can I talk to you for a minute? I asked. "Sure Bill." she replied. "What's up?"
"That's when I finally got the courage to ask your mother out." Bill told his two children Gracie, and Will.
"Another stowy Daddy! Pwease!" pleaded Gracie. Bill laughed. "Did I ever tell you how Uncle Ron and Aunt Luna met?"
Hermione stood in the doorway smiling at her family wondering how she got so lucky.