Hermione Granger lay asleep until she felt a wet sensation brush her shoulder, then her collar bone, then her neck all the way up to her cheeks until a pair of sweet tasting lips brushed over hers. She opened her eyes to find her Husband, Fred Weasley in front of her staring down at her.
"Good morning sunshine, do you know what day it is?" He said smiling wide, she smiled to.
"Why yes I do." She said sitting up. Fred got off the bed and held out his hand for her to take.
"I've got a surprise for you, love, why don't you come downstairs?" Fred said Hermione pulled the covers from her body before taking Fred's hand; he helped her up and walked her down the stairs.
Hermione's eyes went wide at the site of what was ahead of her. The dining room table was covered in her favorite breakfast foods, in the fanciest fashion. There was a small fountain in the middle of the table pouring out orange juice, an array of bacon, heart-shaped pancakes topped with whipped crème and strawberries, waffles stacked high with syrup pouring over the edges with butter smeared on top along with eggs that were perfectly cooked.
"Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Weasley." Fred said smiling down at the bewildered girl in front of him. She turned around and gave him a hug, which he returned before saying,
"Happy Anniversary, Mr. Weasley."
Fred and Hermione dug into the breakfast Fred made, every time Hermione got whipped crème on her lips, Fred wouldn't sweetly kiss it off and vice versa.
Once they had finished Fred and Hermione got changed, and Fred took Hermione out into London, and let her spend as much muggle money as she wanted to, considering he had opened up a joke shop for muggles also, they had both English and wizard currency.
""Mione, why don't you buy a new dress? I think you'll have somewhere to where to it tonight." Fred said with a wink. Hermione smiled before heading into one of London's fanciest dress shops. Hermione tried on what seemed like dozens of dresses before she finally decided and bought a black v-neck dress with small sleeves. The dress went a few inches above her knees and hugged her curves. She didn't let Fred see it when she tried it on, she simply bought it and put it in a bag as quickly as she could, saving the surprise for the special place she was going to wear it to.
"Come one 'Mione, can I please see it?" Fred begged as they headed home.
"No Fred, its surprise." Hermione said smiling widely.
Fred groaned but they kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Fine, for you I'll wait." Fred still pouted the whole way home.
When they arrived home Hermione stowed the bag in her and Fred's room, and made sure to put a jinx on it so Fred couldn't even open it. When she arrived downstairs Fred was sitting on the couch, Hermione sat next to him. He put his arm around her before leaning in and capturing her lips for the billionth time today, neither one of them complained.
Fred and Hermione did rather a large amount of snogging before Fred finally said, "Why don't we go get ready? The special place is waiting." Fred smiled.
"I have just got to shower and get ready, what about you?" Hermione asked, Fred looked at her with a lustful grin before saying,
"May I join you in that shower?"
Hermione fastened her diamond earrings into her ears, and ran a brush through her curly hair one last time before looking in the full body mirror, seeing her reflection in the black dress, and being fancied up brought a smiled to her face. She felt gorgeous, and secretly, she knew she looked it too.
Fred waited downstairs, still waiting to see Hermione in her mystery dress. He wore a tux with a maroon tie, going wonderfully with his red hair. Hermione cascaded down the stairs and Fred looked at her, not with a lustful, but a loving gleam in his eye. She looked beautiful, gorgeous, and perfect. He couldn't find words to compliment her with, and she understood that, the speechlessness being the best compliment she could have asked for. Fred took he arm and she took his, and they headed back out into London.
Fred and Hermione ate at Hermione's favorite restaurant, one her parents used to take her to. Fred let Hermione get whatever she wanted, no matter if it was expensive or not. Fred personally couldn't wait to get this small portion of the plan out of the way, in his eyes this was the least important. Hermione noticed this slightly but disregarded it; she knew deep down something big was coming. They ate a double chocolate cake for desert, Fred fed Hermione the chocolate cake off of his spoon, and she fed him. They laughed together and eventually finished their delightful dinner.
When they left the restaurant Fred took Hermione by the hand and they walked around London, admiring the bright city lights before returning home.
Fred insisted that Hermione stayed downstairs when they arrived home, and she did so, not wanting to ruin her own surprise. She removed her coat and shoes while Fred was gone, he hadn't returned for at least fifteen minutes. When he did return he held out his arm once again. Hermione took it, curiosity filling every inch of her body.
Fred led her up the stairs and to the bathroom door which was cracked open. Hermione gave him a curious look before he gestured for her to open it.
"You first m'lady," Fred said, Hermione pushed open the door to reveal the bathroom she once knew, completely transformed. Candles lined the sink and counter, filling the room with a delicious vanilla-raspberry scent, the bathtub was filled to the top with water, and bubbles coated the top with rose petals resting lightly on top of the bubbles.
Fred walked in behind her.
"Oh Fred—" Hermione began; Her senses were filled with the sweet smell of the room. along with the warmness that coated her inside and out.
Hermione turned towards him and kissed him. He kissed her passionately, cupping her cheek in his hand and moved his lips against hers in a slow fashion, making her beg for more. His lips felt moist and perfect against hers; Hermione eagerly kissed Fred and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling her into his strong chest. He drove his tongue into her mouth, and she almost whimpered. Hermione controlled herself and senses, not wanting to let Fred think he had complete control. Fred pressed himself harder against Hermione, trying to get her to beg, but she wouldn't. He knew she could control herself. But it was their anniversary and he will make her lose control just once.
Their skin slowly began to touch more and more as the minutes ticked on. Eventually they were both undressed Fred gently lifted Hermione into the tub. Fred got in and crawled over her and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
Later on that night Hermione lay awake in bed, her damp hair curtained her face. Fred was sleeping soundly, lightly snoring in her ear as he had been holding her waist delicately. Hermione loved the sensation of their bare skin touching, it made the butterflies constantly flutter around in her stomach. She turned around so she was face-to-face with a sound asleep Fred; his lips were centimeters from her own. She kissed his pink lips lightly and smiled. He then mumbled.
"I love you 'Mione" in his sleep. Hermione simply whispered, "I love you too Fred" before falling asleep on his bare chest.