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Fred grinned as he watched his mum and dad dance and laugh on the crowded dance floor. It was their 35th wedding anniversary and Arthur surprised Molly with a party. A grand tent was set up at the Burrow while Arthur whisked Molly away under the guise of treating her to a pampering spa day, leaving Ginny in charge of her various siblings and friends to transform the space into the romantic setting it was now.
Fred watched as his young nephew, James, cut in and asked a beaming Molly for a dance. Arthur took the opportunity to steal a dance with a squealing and giggling Dominique. And not for the first time since the wall had collapsed on him all those years ago, he closed his eyes, breathed in the cool fall air, and counted his many blessings. Grateful for the aches and ghosting pains leftover from the war because it meant that he was alive and living.
Opening his eyes, he observed Hermione watching him with a soft smile on her face. He winked at her and watched as a grin brightened her face. She got up from her spot and made her way to him, her dress fluttering behind her.
"May I have this dance, Mr. Weasley?" Hermione offered her hand.
Fred grasped her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor, "For you, Mrs. Granger-Weasley, always."
He pulled her close and murmured, "Do you think we'll have something like this at our 35th?"
"Surrounded by all those we love?" He felt Hermione's sigh against his neck. "I know we will."
Fred grinned into his wife's hair, content in her loving embrace.