Howdy ya'll. Just a short bit of a drabble because it's been nipping at my heels for a while now. I rather like this, and I personally think it's short and sweet. A nice re-entrance to Harry Potter fanfics since my last one, and more importantly, since Half-Blood Prince.

As always, I don't own Harry Potter, most regrettably.

Takes place after Hogwarts, whenever, doesn't really matter. Somewhat of a companion peace to Handsome, though it's perfectly suitable as a stand alone. Hope you enjoy it!

Simply Beautiful

She wasn't beautiful the way some girls were. Her hair wasn't always perfect, and her eyes were not the bright blue or mysterious green most men fell in love with, but there was just something about her. It wasn't that she was plain or ugly; she just wasn't what most men would call drop dead gorgeous. But she was to him. He supposed that was because most men would never see her the way he did, would never see the beauty behind those ordinary brunet curls or those soft cinnamon eyes.

Most men would never get to see her as she glided about the kitchen baking, humming or singing the words to some song he didn't know. Most men would never get to watch her dance as she vacuumed, stepping to some melody that was running around her mind. If ever he doubted his affection for her, his love for every part of her being, it was reconfirmed in those little moments. How could it not be? She was perfection and imperfection in the same moment. Magic in its truest, simplest form.

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He remembered the exact moment he first thought her beautiful and first realized he loved her. It wasn't a dramatic scene because love didn't really work like that. Perhaps the most startling part of it all was that it happened in such an ordinary moment. There she was, just reading by the lake, nothing at all unusual about that. The sun had been shining bright, and she had reached her hand up, eyes never leaving the page she was reading, and tucked a curl behind her ear.

That was it, it really was. Something changed so subtly in that moment; he was surprised he hadn't missed it. On second she was just Hermione, reading by the lake. The next she was grace and beauty in human form. He was still convinced that his heartbeat had yet to return to normal.

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Hermione was no seductress. She never went out of her way to be beautiful, she never had to try. He loved that about her. She just was, because she was Hermione. Sweet, smart, loyal and loving. She was everything he needed, everything he wanted, and in his eyes she was simply, breathtakingly, beautiful.

The End

Hope you all liked it. If you're kind enough to drop me a review, I'd like to make a small request. When I do ambiguous stories like this, I always like to know who the open character(s) was for the reader. So, if you do, please give your opinion. I apologize for any grammatical errors myself and my computer don't pick up. My beta's not on right now and I just want to post these two stories.

Flames will be used as heating fuel, as it's shaping up to be a cold winter round here. Just kidding, flames are fine. If you hate it, that's your opinion, but a reason for the disliking is greatly appreciated, so that I may improve.

Till Later,

AkaOkamiRyu