"Arthur, where are you taking me?" Molly giggled as her boyfriend dragged her by the hand to an unknown part of the castle.
"You'll see," Arthur replied, shooting her his most charming smile. The young couple kept running down corridor after corridor till Author stopped in front of a door and pulled Molly to him. Planting a kiss, he grinned. "Here."
"Here?" Molly asked in disbelief. It had to be a trick. She knew this place; she didn't go in it during the day, let alone the night. "Arthur, it's a haunted bathroom."
"Not tonight it's not," Arthur reassured her. Chuckling at the skeptical look on his loves face, he opened the door.
Molly gasped upon seeing the inside. It was still the same, run-down bathroom it always was, except, it was so different. Arthur had made it unrecognizable. Candles were everywhere, on the floor, on the edge of the basins and floating in the air. Arthur obviously had his magic cut out for him when he was doing the décor.
Stepping into the bathroom, Molly took a better look at the room, it looked breathtaking. The many candles were the only source of light and their flickering glow gave the air of warmth and romance. In the middle of the floor was a soft, cream blanket with a picnic basket and place settings on it.
"Nearly Headless Nick owed me one, so I got him to preoccupy Myrtle for the night," Arthur explained behind her.
With the intentions of giving her man a big hug and kiss for his work, Molly turned, only to stop dead in her tracks. Still standing in the doorway, was Arthur, holding a conjured bouquet of red roses. "Do you realize," Arthur started, walking forward slowly, "That we've been together for two years now? Happy Anniversary, my love." Arthur swooped down and kiss on Molly's lips as he gently slid the flowers into her arms.
"You remembered," Molly acknowledged lovingly, burying her nose in the sweet smelling roses.
"How could I forget?" Arthur asked, leading her over to the blanket.
"Why, Mr. Weasley, you're full of surprises," Molly coed, sitting on the blanket.
Arthur smiled and lent forward. Lovingly, he popped a grape into her mouth and kissed her. "Why, Miss Prewett, one day I'm going to change your name."