I've been listening to Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum a little too much. Just look at this story.

(P.S. They're married in this…have been for a little while, I suspect. And, since it's 14 years after Sorcerer's (Philosopher's) Stone they're 25.

A Girl Like You

She places her hands on the cool, marble counters and looks at the two steaming mugs of tea before picking them up. She usually burns herself making tea (something he says he hates—he always kisses the burns with a smile anyway, though), but she didn't this time and she smiles to herself at her caution.

He's sitting on the couch, staring at the TV with a confused look when she enters. He looks up at her and smiles, rising to help her with the mugs. She shakes her head though and nods him back into a seating position before placing the mugs on coasters on the table in front of the couch (the soft glow of his wedding band catches her eye as she stands and a familiar nervous feeling enters her stomach—it always amazes her how he can make her nervous after knowing him for 14 years).

When she stands back up fully, she notices that he's looking at the TV again, this time looking annoyed. And, when he turns his eyes to her, she expects him to complain about the program on the screen. Instead, he smiles at her and runs his eyes over her body.

She looks down briefly, as though she's forgotten what she's wearing. That's when she's reminded that she's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt with her hair pulled back messily. Any normal guy might have complained about this look, but he just looks at her like she's everything he's ever wanted (he always insists she is, and she wants to believe him—he's everything she wants, after all).

Even though she's tired and dressed lazily without makeup on, he continues smiling at her (the love in his eyes glistening along with his wedding band this time) and asks, "Hermione, how did I ever get a girl like you?"

And she doesn't think that she's ever felt more beautiful than right then.