Fred's hugs were perfect in every way. They fit around her just right and made her warm. He smiled into her bushy hair and she laughed as he twirled her around.
Nobody seemed to understand why they were always plastered together as if held there by a permanent sticking charm.
Fred made her smile and laugh, and loved her with every fiber of his being. He brought out everything in her that she had tried so desperately to hide for so many years.
She realized there were more important things than books and cleverness. And hugs from Fred happened to be one of those things.