"That would make me jealous." she put her arms around him, hugging him as her body relaxed into him. "No matter how many times I must say it, you are perfect, before, and after this. No matter what Hermione. So long as it is still you and you still want me. I’ll be more than glad to spend the rest of my days saying this." she shivered, a slow sort of rising magic in the air bubbling to the surface. The last lingering bits of her transformation happened fast. Very much like a rush of magical waves, and not at all dissimilar to what made him what he was now. Her wide eyes stared at him, very much still hers. 