The wide candle lit trail led Hermione along the white sandy beach to a small cove she recognised, one her and Fred had discovered on their first holiday together. It was a place she adored, one that held many treasured memories. She smiled as she took in what Fred had done for them. It was beautiful. Fairy lights were strung across the cove and a picnic blanket was spread out on the ground surrounded by tiki torches and more candles. Flower petals marked out a large heart in the centre of the blanket. It was truly a beautiful sight made even more spectacular by the slowly setting sun that cast warm hues of orange, pink and red across the teal waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

"Hermione," her boyfriends voice spoke, she spun around to find him standing behind her; dressed outlandishly in a vibrant colourful suit, a large top hat upon his head, she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her or the vivacious smile that rose to her lips.

"My very own Mad Hatter," she breathed, Fred grinned and bowed at her.

"At your service my lady," he told her happily, she walked towards him and rose onto her tiptoes, pulling him down into a heated kiss.

"What was that for," he asked when they pulled apart.

"For always been so thoughtful and creative," she told him quietly, taking his hand in her smaller one.

"So you've enjoyed today," he asked her, smiling at her tenderly.

"At times I found myself frustrated, I cried a lot with my parents, but overall yes, I've had a fantastic day. Thank you, Freddie, you did so much, helped me in so many ways in a unique and fun way," she told him.

"It isn't over yet, come sit with me love," he told her leading her to the centre of the heart, together they sat down on the blanket and watched the sun setting silently, her head leaning against his shoulder, their fingers laced together.

"This is beautiful," she told him, as two dolphins leapt out of the water.

"It is," he agreed.

"Freddie, marry me," she asked.

"That's my question," he told her, twisting to look at her, she grinned.

"Victoire ruined that part of the surprise, I want to marry you," she told him.

"You do," he grinned.

"More than anything, I love you Freddie, I want to spend my whole life with you," she replied, her eyes watering happily, Fred wiped away her tears and lent towards her.

"I had a whole speech planned about been a humble prankster undeserving of the air you breathe, but hoping you'd agree to be my queen anyway," he told her, Hermione laughed.

"I agree wholeheartedly, you're my king Fred and your very deserving of the air I breathe," she told him.

"In that case, yes Hermione I will marry you," he told her, leaning down to kiss her sweetly, Hermione sighed into the kiss, her fingers, combing through the hair at the nape of his neck that stuck out from under his purple top hat.

"I have a ring for you," he told her, pulling away from her, his hand digging into his pocket, to pull out a green and gold octagonal ring box which he opened, revealing a gorgeous platinum ring with a large diamond that reminded Hermione of a snowflake.

"Oh it's gorgeous," she breathed, Fred smiled, taking her left hand in his so that he could slip the ring onto her ring finger.

"A perfect fit," he said, kissing her hand, she beamed.

"We're engaged." She told him happily.

"That we are love," he grinned.

"I haven't given you your anniversary gift, it's still at home," she breathed, Fred laughed.

"You wanting to marry me is gift enough," he replied, leaning down to kiss her brow, Hermione smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him, her tongue swiping across his lip for entrance as her fingers began undoing the buttons of his navy shirt, Fred groaned, pulling her onto his lap, his hands reaching behind her to undo the zip to her dress.

"I want you to make love to me, under the stars," she breathed between kisses, Fred's hands began roaming her body, deftly stripping her of the dress she wore.

"God's your beautiful," he breathed as he laid her out below him in the centre of the blanket, all she now wore were a sheer baby pink thong that left nothing to the imagination while Fred still wore far too many clothes. Hermione clicked her fingers, wandlessly removing him of all his remaining clothes and the top hat he'd still been wearing.

"Much better," she breathed, her hand reaching out to crease his hardened member lovingly.

"Let me take care of you love," he said, his lips trailing kisses down her throat as he rolled her pebbled nipples through his fingers.

"You've been taking care of me all day, let me return the favour," she insisted, rolling them over so she sat atop of him. She kissed her way down his body, his freckles were like constellations and she kissed or licked each one as she made her way to his cock, which she took into her mouth, creasing it with her tongue before sucking on it, her head bobbing as her hands squeezed his balls, Fred groaned, reaching for her hair, he tugged her closer, his hips thrusting as she repeatedly took his member into her throat.

"Mione," he groaned as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder on his shaft, she hummed, the vibrations causing his erect penis to twitch in her mouth, she looked up at him with hooded eyes, staring into his hazel eyes as she rolled his balls between her palms, squeezing them lovingly as she increased the pace at which she took him into her mouth.

"I'm going to come," he told her, she sucked harder, as his body shook, his cum squirting into her mouth. Hermione continued to suck, swallowing every drop of his release, when Fred finally stilled, she pulled away, licking his shaft clean like a kitten would lap at milk.

"Come here," Fred said, drawing her into a lazy kiss as he flipped them over, Hermione moaned as Fred began kissing his way down her neck, sucking at her pulse point hard enough to leave a bruise before making his way to her breasts where he lavished them with kisses, licks, and bites, while she moaned needily her legs spread, begging him to move to between her thighs.

"Patience love," he breathed against one of her pebbled nipples.

"Please Freddie," she begged him, Fred smiled tenderly at her and continued his torturous journey down her body until finally he found himself at her thong covered core.

"These have to go," he said ripping them off of her, Hermione moaned, and Fred finally touched her wet folds, first with a finger that glided through her juices, she bucked against it, squealing as it accidentally touched her swollen clitoris.

"So wet," he said before sucking her juices from his finger.

"Please," she whined, Fred lent down and began to lick at her folds, his tongue sweeping away her juices, before changing direction, circling her clit, Hermione ground herself against his face, tugging on his long red hair, both of them finding the perfect rhythm to drive her crazy.

"I'm not going to last long," she moaned, between breathy sighs, Fred added three fingers within her, thrusting them in and out of her as he moved his mouth to cover her clitoris, alternating, sucking, and licking as she screamed, her orgasm claiming her, as he continued to draw it out with his talented fingers and mouth.

"You're so beautiful love," he told her, using his fingers to spread her juices on his shaft before lining himself up with her entrance. All Hermione could do was moan, her nails digging into his back as he sunk his length within her and began to thrust steadily under the star lit sky, in and out of her, building a hard pace as his hands and mouth creased the rest of her body.

"Freddie," she moaned, her walls clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm out of him, as shooting stars began making their way across the moonlit sky above them.

"That's one of my other surprises, shooting stars above the Cornwall skies tonight," he said, as he removed his spent cock from within her and pulled her against his chest, both of them looking up at the night sky.

"How," she asked.

"An astrological wizard owed me a favour," he said.

"Really," she asked.

"No this is one thing I had no hand in, one hundred percent natural event," he said, kissing her damp, sweat soaked curls as he silently summoned a basket, she hadn't noticed upon first entering the clearing.

"Fancy a chocolate dipped strawberry and glass of champagne, we have a while to wait before out portkey departs," he commented as the bright white stars shot across the sky above.

"Portkey to where," she asked.

"I have two months to show you as much of the world as I can," he said as he poured them each a glass of the bubbly liquid and held a chocolate strawberry out to her lips.

"No you have the rest of our lives to show me the world," she corrected as her lips closed around the sweet treat.

"I like the sound of that," Fred beamed. Hermione couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with her eccentric partner, the man she loved more than anything in the world.