Happy Anniversary
The ground steadied after apparating, her husband’s hand warm in her own as her remaining senses attempted to compensate for the blindfold covering her eyes. He had told her that he had a surprise for their anniversary, but she had no idea where they were going. The children were away at their cousins’, courtesy of Harry and Ginny. Ronald had been careful to keep their destination a secret, not even allowing her to pack for the trip. She had complained, arguing that he always forgot to pack something, but he had ushered her out of the room every time.
She felt a cool breeze dance across her skin, causing a shiver to go through her, and making her seek the warmth from her husband’s side. He put his arm around her, guiding her along. She heard the chirping of birds, and the rustling of dry leaves in the late season.
“Ronald, where are we,” she asked, listening hard.
“Patience, Hermione,” he chastised, guiding her along, careful to make sure she did not misstep. “Just a bit longer and you can take it off.”
Finally, they stopped, and he lightly kissed her cheek, “Right, then. You can take it off now.”
She hastily ripped the cover from her eyes and gasped in surprise at the location, “Ronald, are we…? The Forest of Dean?”
He smiled sheepishly, “Yeah. I know you used to love coming here with your mum and dad, and I didn’t want your last memory of this place to be of me bleeding all over the place.”
She hugged him tightly, tears falling as she thought of her parents. After a moment, she glanced behind him, noticing a tent already set up. “Oh, Ronald.”
He embraced her happily, a soft smile playing across his lips, “Happy Anniversary, Hermione.”