A/N: Arthur and Molly take a walk through the orange grove. Molly/Arthur.
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Fanfiction Perfumers Competition (and Challenge): Armani Code Luna - Bergamot (Arthur Weasley)
Arthur held his wife's hand as they took a leisurely stroll through the orchard behind the Burrow. Since the house had emptied and their children had gone on to having children of their own, Arthur had invested his time in the trees and returning the grove to its former glory.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the lovely smell of oranges prime for picking. He would soon have to do some harvesting, though in his older age, he might have to get the help of his grandchildren as well. He could make a day of it, maybe even a little competition to get things moving quickly.
It brought him to memories when his own children were younger, running beneath the apple and orange trees with large baskets, the smaller ones waiting for the him, Bill and Charlie to drop the fruit down. There was always laughter, always smiles, everything was right.
"You smell it too," his wife murmured beside him as they walked, observing the wistful look on his face. Bergamot, she told him, when he identified the smell in a perfume he had bought her once. They had reminisced then and he was reminiscing now.
"Yes," he said. "The smell of memories."