AN: A drabble for a prompt. My word is "Beauty".

Ron watched as Hermione sat down at the bench across from him and Harry. She smiled her usual greeting, and Ron smiled back, feeling as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. He had known her since first year, but it felt like this year was completely different. He was looking at her in a whole new light. When did she become beautiful? What happened to the awkward, bookworm Hermione he used to know? The one every teased for being a know-it-all. So, I just stared at the girl that defined the word "Beauty".