Hermione was in the kitchen drinking her morning cup of tea when she was lifted up and spun around. She muttered a hasty spell to keep her drink from spilling everywhere. But she couldn't be mad when her husband put her down with the largest smile on his face.
"Happy birthday loff," he said.
Hermione smiled, glad that he had remembered. He really should have. It was marked on the calendar next to the fridge and he had been the one to put it there. He seemed more excited for the day than she was.
"Someone's excited," she said.
"Of course I am. I haff the best surprise for the most beautiful vitch in the vorld."
"Well then, why don't you show me."
Viktor took her hand and led her into their library. She looked around, a small gasp escaping her.
"You didn't?"
"I did."
Hermione squealed and ran over to the shelves along one of the walls where a ladder was sitting. There was one along each wall, which would slide in specially set grooves and lock easily.
"I can't believe you installed sliding ladders," she said.
She kissed him, discovering that ladders had the perfect leverage for raising her up just a few inches.
A/N: So this chapter was written in honour of my birthday, which was yesterday. I had a great day. (I bought so many books and so much fabric. It was brilliant.) And I've always wanted a library large enough to justify having sliding ladders. I'm slowly collecting enough books for that. I already have way more than enough to need a bigger bookshelf.