There were no words in the English language to describe her. In fact, he was pretty sure that there were no words in any language that could describe the being that was Hermione Granger. He had thought of a thousand different ways of describing her, so he'd have to come up with a different way…
Hermione stared at the parchment envelope in front of her. She rarely got post; her parents didn't like the owls visiting too often, so she tried not to write them a lot. There was no sender name on the envelope and only her name written in a hand she didn't recognize.
Opening it she simply smiled, looking up the table to where he sat, talking to his twin and Lee Jordan about something. He glanced back at her, smiling slightly. She smiled back, putting the picture in her pocket, getting up from the table at the time as him.
"You like it?" She laughed slightly, turning to him as he led her into a little used corridor.
"It was beautiful." He grinned, gently kissing her, feeling the picture in the pocket of her robe. Who ever said that a picture spoke a thousand words was right, and it described her perfectly.