Rose Weasley is beautiful.
You just can't deny it.
Her hair doesn't drip gold. Her eyes don't swim with the colour of the ocean.
Her smile is crooked and her lips are thin and chapped.
But when she does smile, it feels like a thousand golden suns are shining on you; Just for you. No one else.
Her hair seems to cascade like a fiery waterfall and her grey eyes gleam and you can't help but watch her.
You realise, that she doesn't realise, that she takes your breath away.
When you watch her, she blushes and tips her head down, to stare at the ground. She gives a warm smile, tucking away that one perfect red curl behind her ear, that never seems to stay in place.
She hates that curl. It never grows or settles. The bane of her existence she claims.
I love it.
It shows that even in the most perfect people, that they can have that tiny bit of imperfection. But even then it makes them more perfect.
When you hear her laugh, it gives you chills.
It's not exactly feminine, but you can tell its genuine, and it fills you with warmth from head to toe, like a buttery summer day.
Her eyes crinkle and sparkle too. She makes you feel like the funniest person alive; Makes you forget anything; Makes you feel special.
When you watch her dance. It feels like a nymph has spiralled into the room, waltzing this way and that, turning everyone's heads.
Her best dance though, is the one when she thinks no one is looking. She does a quick gleeful move, at random moments throughout the day. She caches you looking, and she bursts into that buttery summer laughter, sending chills through your body.
She thinks beauty is having her make up done, her hair perfect, a beautiful outfit and wearing the must have shoes. She doesn't realise how petty these are, and how this is just social perception.
In fact she's most beautiful natural. Those perfect moments when she's sitting surrounded by healers books, wearing sweats, and old top and her thick framed glasses, with her hair in a messy bun, and that adorable little crinkle on her forehead when she tries to concentrate. I savour those moments.
I want to shake her by the shoulders and insist that she's beautiful, and that's why her cousins bullied her, and why she had never had a boyfriend in school - her cousins had had been jealous, that someone that perfect could exist, and boys had thought she was out of their league big time.
But the thing that I love about her most of all is that she loves me. And today she'll finally say 'I do'.