Ship Till You Drop (Aberforth/Poppy Pomfrey)
After a long life, Poppy was glad to finally rest. She'd spent so many years tending to the sick and injured, and while she loved what she did, she was getting old. So she retired. She'd been sad to leave Hogwarts, but was excited to enjoy the rest of her life.
And enjoy it was what she was planning on doing. Pulling her hat over her head, she stood on the sandy beach. Her toes wiggled in the sand. Her long skirt blew around her ankles. She loved it out here.
"So much sand." The voice came from behind her. Aberforth out a hand over his eyes to block the sun.
Poppy smiled at him. "That's the point of a beach."
Aberforth made a noise that sounded a cross between a snort and a chuckle. He looked down at the woman, a frown in his lips. "You enjoying herself?"
"Of course." Poppy took his hand. "Are you."
Aberforth glared down at the sand and the waves. But as he squeezed her hand, he nodded. He wasn't a beach fan, but he was a fan of hers.