She had her nose stuck in a book. Again. But Viktor smiled. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
She smelt of roses, the salty spray of an ocean breeze, and vanilla. He knew the vanilla was deliberate, it was the lotion and body spray she used daily. But the others were just parts of her, so much so that she didn't even notice.
He loved the way she scrunched up her nose when thinking about something complex. He loved the way she shifted her positon every so often while reading.
But he loved it most of all when she turned those deep brown eyes towards him with a look she never used on anyone else. It was soft, sweet, and his favourite thing.
When she smiled at him, he knew that she loved him. And the way she looked at him when no one was looking was beautiful. The longing glances she shot his way when she thought he wasn't paying attention didn't hurt either.
Viktor smiled. His Hermione didn't need to say anything to let him know that she loved him. And that was his favourite thing about her.