Hermione had never thought herself particularly attractive. Oh, it wasn't the hair. Contrary to the opinion of pretty much everyone, she loved her hair. Granted, there were times when she wished, fleetingly, for more easily managed tresses, but they were few and far between.

No, it was her body that she disliked. Now, standing naked in front of the mirror examining herself critically, she frowned. Severus put his arms around her.

"You are beautiful".

"And you're biased."

"After twenty years you still distrust my opinion? You are the most beautiful woman I know."

And he proceeded to prove his word.