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He would never be able to understand how she could light up a room by simply walking into it. It was as though everything seemed to fall into place when she was around.
And she loved him.
She didn't care about his age, his wealth, or lack there of. She didn't even care about his problem.
And she loved him.
It was a miracle. There was no other way to describe it. There was no logical way to explain why such a beautiful, intelligent, incredible woman would have fallen for him of all people.
And she loved him.
That was his constant mantra. He had his doubts of course. He knew that he didn't deserve her. He knew that at any given moment she could regain her good sense and realizes that she could have better than him. But she hadn't yet.
And she loved him.
After the war, she had become a Hero. She could have chosen anyone to be with. She could have gotten back with Ron, her long time boyfriend. She could have been with Harry who had loved her since childhood. She could have even chosen to be with Malfoy if he had tickled her fancy.
And she loved him.
She had even been with a professional Quidditch player once.
And she loved him.
He had first met her when she had been 14 years of age. He had been her Professor for one year and he was twenty years her senior. He had seen her passion, her fire, her unquenchable thirst for knowledge and he had been drawn to her, however inappropriate it may have been, he had simply been drawn to her.
And she loved him.
The summer after her sixth year she had stayed with him at Grimmauld place. Harry had given it to him as his home, not long after he had inherited it from Sirius. She was doing Order business away from the others; potions research in the absence of Severus. Their relationship had grown from the day she walked in the door. He had been a wreck, covered in recent cuts and bruises from the full moon and she had tended to his wounds.
And she loved him.
She hadn't been a natural beauty by others standards and she still wasn't. Her hair was still bushy and showed no signs of deflating. Her face was always scrunched up in thought and little lines had begun to form between her eyes. Her figure was full and she had a good amount of meat on her bones.
And she loved him.
He could still remember the day he had proposed. It was raining and they were lying on the grass in the backyard. She loved the rain. Her face was covered in droplets. They were hanging onto her eyelashes and he kissed them away as she smiled up at him. His heart had been pounding in his chest as he presented her with the ring. She had said yes.
And she loved him.
Now she was walking over to him, her belly stretched from the new life forming inside of her, completely unaware of what the simple act of walking did to him. She lightly took his shoulders and kissed him, whispering against his lips.
"I love you, Remus."
He melted against her as he returned the kiss. "I love you too, Hermione."