She glowed when she was angry, eyes sparking and cheeks flushing and Merlin, she looked fucking beautiful. Like she had that day at Hogwarts, on the hill when she'd hauled off and smacked him one – and to be perfectly honest, scared the living shit out of him. He hadn't expected goody two-shoes Granger would ever dare to strike him, and it had left him fucking staggered. Not to mention humiliated and furious. But when he recalled the memory, coloured by what he knew and felt now in the present, she looked fucking sexy as hell in his mind's eye. Just like she did now, face flushed and alive with a gorgeous, bright anger, even as her arm snugged gentle and careful around Teddy – an odd and incongruous juxtaposition.