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RW...HG
"Wow," he said as she approached him in her lilac colored dress. "You look great." She did. Her hair was straight and sleeky, and her dress fit very nicely.
"Always the tone of surprise," she replied, smiling slightly. He knew she was teasing him, but he couldn't help but think how wrong she was.
She's always looked great. It didn't matter whether she was all dressed up like today, studying in the common room, or running around on the latest mission they were accompanying Harry on. She always looked beautiful.
She's never worn makeup in her life. She's only straightened her hair twice in living memory. One could count the number of times she's dressed up on one hand. But she had a natural kind of beauty that no other girl he'd ever met could possibly match. Not even Fleur Delacour.
She was been beautiful when she was eleven, with her bushy hair and huge teeth. She was beautiful when she studied, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. She was beautiful even when she'd been dueling the Death Eaters last spring, her hair flying every which way, face covered in sweat. So no, the fact that she looked amazing on this particular day came as no surprise to him.
And as he watches his brother get married, he can't help but think about how gorgeous she would look in a wedding dress.