George's heart ached as she cried, his concern growing. When she spoke, he stopped and made the connection. He knew she had a little scarring from the pox, but she never told him how much. She must have kept it covered so as not to alarm him or... he dare say it... turn him off to her.
He shook his head, cupping her cheek and wiping her tears. "Vati... look at me. Please." He waited until she did, seeing guilt in her eyes. He gave a small smile, showing his love for her. "It doesn't matter if you have scars, or where they are. I love you because you took a chance with me and have grown to love me. I will always consider myself the luckiest man in the world because of that."
He leaned down and kissed her slowly and thoroughly, pouring his heart into the kiss. After a moment, he pulled back and looked in her eyes. "Scars don't matter to me. I almost had them when I got hurt. Look at Bill... his face was scarred and Fleur still married him." He kissed her again. "It's all right... as long as I have you, it doesn't matter if you have scars or not." He stroked her hair and cheek. "Please... let me prove it. Ok?"