What was it about his smile that captured her, left her waiting for the next one to light up his face?
Was it perhaps the spark in his eye or the fact that it was contagious and every time he smiled so did she? Or perhaps it was the warm feeling that spread through her body when that lopsided grin covered his face.
Hermione didn't know, she didn't care, she was finally holding onto the hand as she kissed the lips of the man with that smile that made her weak every time she saw it.
He was hers, smile and all.