Absolutely brilliant Ron/Hermione fanfiction called A Picture Paints by Whirl_gig. Even if you're not Ron/Hermione fan you should read it anyway. It's gorgeous piece of writing.
Hermione had never been what you would call artistic. She'd never been able to make the picture in her head come out the right way; the images instead coming out all teensy and wonky and just sort of curious and not at all what she had wanted. A teacher had told her once that she had no poetry in her soul and she hadn't even been offended. She had known the truth about herself all along. Until now though, it had never seemed to matter. She had always been just fine with words, thank you very much. She understood them in a way she never could a glance or a touch; such tiny actions which made her jump and start and rendered her – Hermione Granger – speechless. Words, on the other hand, were something solid, something dependable and you always knew where you stood with words. She had grown up with them, around them, breathing them in until they were inside her; until they were all that she knew; all that she needed. She had always been good with words.