A/N: I turned Fountain Wishes into a two-shot. Now I present 'Brights Lights'. Fred is always the romantic surprises kinda guy, and Hermione needs someone like that to keep her mind alive. RxR. FxF.

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Chapter 2 - Bright Lights

Sad to say, Hermione had never been to see the Eiffel Tower. With all the trips she had taken to Paris - with her parents, her friends, her husbands, her kids - she had never been to the Eiffel Tower. Something always came up. One trip, it rained cats and dogs. Another, Rose had come down with the flu. Another, Fred actually broke his leg. And the last, they had just gotten too tired to go.

Now she was 64 years old, her kids already moved out of the house, her grandkids all in their final years of school, some out of school, and her first great-grandchild to be born next February. Hermione had gotten the family she always wanted, seen more than a lifetime of celebrations, forgotten the trials of war but not the people lost. She was happy.

"Hermione, I have a surprise for you, something you've always wanted to do," her husband said as he landed on the swing beside her. She had been sitting outside on their porch, enjoying the afternoon sun. It was a past-time of hers - staring up at the sky, watching the birds and clouds, and just feeling right.

"What's my surprise?" she asked, giving him a small peck on the cheek. Even after 40 years, they were still just as in love as before, and though they were not as active and prolific as in their youth, they were still very sweet to each other.

"Can't tell. But do you trust me?" Fred asked looking deep into her eyes.

"With my life," she answered without hesitation. She truly did, no matter how few years she had left. She had already given him 40.

He fished around in his pocket and produced a rusted nail. She reached to grab for the object, already scolding him for keeping something so dirty around. "Do you want to get tetanus? You know not to touch random rusting objects, Fred!"

He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, love. It's a portkey. I'm taking you somewhere special. Grab on your jacket. It'll be chilly but we won't be long."

She took in his appearance and noticed that he was dressed relatively warmly despite the bright sun that shone over their garden. But she did as he said, running inside and then reappearing with her warmest throw.

He grabbed her hand and they waited a few minutes, her asking him constantly where they were going, and him just ignoring her and talking about gnoming the garden or asking Hugo or Peter to do it.

Then he stood along with her and they disappeared in a whirlwind of lights and sounds to appear in a large busy city.

"Fred! What if someone sees us?" Hermione cried, looking around in a panic.

Fred patted her shoulders comfortingly, "Muggles don't see what they don't want to. Luckily, no one wanted to see an elderly couple appear in the middle of Paris."

"Paris!" she spun on him. "You took me to Paris on a Tuesday evening?"

"Well it's night time here now, but yes," he grinned at her cheekily. "But not just to Paris. We're doing something specific in Paris."

He pulled her forward, guiding her through the pedestrians and the traffic before they stood before their destination.

"After all our foiled attempts, I finally present to you the Eiffel Tower!" he announced, with a dramatic flare of his hands.

It was more than she could ever imagine. It was so tall, so majestic, so awe-inspiring, she didn't notice her mouth drop open. All along its spines, curves, edges, were countless lights imprinting their glow on her retinas. Everything around her was cast in a warm yellow glow, and she was sure her greying hair now looked amber in the light. There were other muggles around her but she didn't care for them. It was only her and this monumental tower. After 64 years, she had finally seen it with her own eyes.

Her husband came up behind her, resting her head on her shoulder, his cheek flush against hers and whispered, "While it's really, really nice to watch it from the ground, I've heard the view from it is amazing."

She chuckled and spun around to give him a sound kiss on his lips. When he had proposed, he had taken to the Trevi Fountain. Even after all these years, he still knew how to blow her mind.