A lot of things had happened over the last few years. Hermione and Fred shared two children; one girl and one boy, with another secretly on the way. Hermione kept the bookshop thriving, just the way Camilla would have liked it. For their anniversary, Mr and Mrs Weasley had renewed their vows and everyone had pitched in to make the ceremony as beautiful and as special as possible for the two. Ron hadn't shown up and no one had heard a peep from him since he'd moved away. Hermione had lost a very special person.
"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Hermione smiled, watching the daughter Camilla had never been able to meet, let out a soft snore. True to her word, Hermione read Romeo and Juliet to both her children, despite them both being too young to really understand it. In a way, it kept Camilla in their lives.
She gently flicked the pages back to the beginning, her finger lightly running along the inside cover over the names written there, stopping on Fred's and her own. Surprisingly enough, Fred had actually read the book despite it not being his sort of thing, which made it all that more meaningful.
"Goodnight, Cammy." She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, before going over to the little boy asleep in his crib and doing the same. "Goodnight, Georgie."
She shut the door over behind her, leaving it slightly ajar just in case, before muttering the spell to light the stars stuck to the ceiling of their room.
The house was quiet, which was suspicious given that Fred was most definitely home from work by now. She slowly and quietly made her way along the hall to their room, half expecting him to pull a prank on her, because some people just never grow up and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She gasped upon opening the door at the sight that met her eyes. Fred was sitting on the bed with a bunch of roses, a triumphant smile on his face as she gaze around their room. Candles and fairy lights were littered around the entire room and there was a path of various flower petals leading to their bed. A tray was sitting on her bedside table, two mugs of hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows on it as well as a mixture of biscuits and little cakes.
"Fred," She breathed, walking over to him and standing between his legs with her hands on his shoulders. "Wow."
"Happy anniversary, 'Mione." He said, softly, placing the roses aside to hold her waist.
"Happy anniversary, Freddie." She smiled, tears in her eyes as she leant down to kiss him. "I love you."
"I love you too, love."
For Hermione, there was no happier story than hers and Fred's.