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Ron Weasley was sitting with his girlfriend, Hermione Granger on the couch of her flat.
"Ron?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes on him, he could tell that something was bothering her.
Ron looked up at her, "something wrong?"
Hermione shook her head.
Ron furrowed his brow. If Hermione was too embarrassed to say it then it must be bad, Ron thought to himself.
He ran his hands through the hair of the girl he loved and held so dear. His one and only Hermione.
"I can make you some tea if you'd like love."
Hermione shook her head once again.
"Come on Hermione, you can tell me anything!"
Hermione took a deep breath, then whispered, "I'm not beautiful."
"What?"
"I said that I'm not-"
"I heard you, I just can't believe you would say such a thing."
"It's true though Ron, I can memorize facts and statements and books. I received top marks on almost every test. But I'm not beautiful."
Ron had never seen Hermione so insecure as she was now. He couldn't believe that his brave, confident girlfriend was saying this!
Ron couldn't stand to see her in this kind of internal pain. She had barely spoken above a whisper the whole time.
"That's ridiculous Hermione! Of course you're-"
"No I'm not," she cut him off still speaking almost inaudibly, "I don't have soft, bright, gorgeous hair like Ginny. I don't have charming Veela looks like Fleur. I don't-"
"Hermione stop this. I can't believe you could possibly say something as outrageous as that you're not beautiful."
Hermione did not seem interested in what Ron had to say.
Her next two sentences ripped through Ron's gut like a knife, "I'm not Lavender. I'm not beautiful like Lavender."
Finally, Ron couldn't take it anymore, "Hermione, of course you are! You're gorgeous and beautiful and perfect! Don't you ever let me hear you saying that you're not!"
Hermione did not respond.
"Hermione, why do you even care what you look like?" Ron demanded, growing angry with her for not seeing how positively stunning she was.
"I care because of you Ron,"
Ron was utterly confused at this.
"I care because you fell for Lavender Brown in our sixth year purely because she was pretty. Because she was beautiful. In fourth year you were absolutely obsessed with Fleur, because of her gorgeous appearance. Because she was beautiful. Because-"
"Stop!"
"I'm sorry Ron, I never meant to upset you, I just had to get my feelings out and I had to tell you," there were now little, sparkling tears dripping down her silky cheeks.
"Listen to me Hermione Jean Granger. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As a teenager, I was blind all right. How was I supposed to see the most beautiful girl in the world if I was blind when beauty is in the eye of the beholder? But that doesn't matter anymore. all that matters is that now I love you more than life itself - I love everything about you. I could name you every individual thing I love about you, but we'd be here all night. All week. No, all year. Make that all eternity."
Hermione smiled, wiping away her tears, "I love you too Ron."
She pressed her lips against his and Ron kissed her back, putting all of his love for her into the kiss.
He pulled away from her and whispered in her ear, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in my eyes, you're the most beautiful thing that ever existed."