Ron leads Hermoine to the table, grinning.
A blindfold is wrapped around her eyes.
"Honestly Ron, can't you just tell me what it is?"
"No."
Ron stops in front of the table and steps behind Hermoine.
He unties the blindfold and she gasps.
She looks at the table, set up with ribbons and flowers. The air smells like vanilla and soft music plays in the background. Two covered platters sit on the table.
"Ron," Hermoine turns to look at him," It's beautiful!"
Ron grins and pulls her towards him.
He leans forward and kisses her softly.
"Always the tone of surprise."
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OTP'S!
FanfictionA series of one- shots of my favorite OTP's. Has fluff and stuff and a bunch of moments that'll leave you in tears. Not cliff-hanger tears, I mean like Awwww-my-babies-have all -grown-up tears. Yeah. Enjoy!
