Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's wonderful works for it I did I would not be posting them here but be selling them all over the country and be making tons of money.
Summery: Every Weasley has a story. This particular story gathers all of the Weasleys up into one and shows you their lives of love and how they struggled to find it, and if they ever did. This story will begin with our very own Arthur Weasley, then to Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and finally to little Ginny. Warning: PURE FLUFF!
Chapter One – How Love Can Grow
Arthur's P.O.V.
Oh great. There he goes. He's flirting with Molly, again. I think he does it just to spite me. He knows I'm too much of a coward to go up and talk to her, even if she isn't even that popular. She helps me with Charms all the time, and she loves helping out the first years when they are lost.
She's great, but Marcus isn't. He's flirting with her, and he doesn't even seem to notice that she's annoyed with him… Annoyed with him! That's good! Okay, time to see if I can finally talk to her, save her from the annoying Marcus. All right here I go.
"Hey Molly." I said casually. Good start. I didn't even stutter.
"Oh, hey Arthur."
Oh Merlin! Her smile is so beautiful.
"I –" Oh damn. Why didn't I think of what to say before I came over? "I didn't understand today's lesson in Charms, I was hoping you could help me?"
She stood up rather quickly, didn't she? Maybe it was just to get away from Marcus. He is an insensitive jerk anyway.
She gathered up her belongings as she said, "It was rather quite simple. Here, let's go to the library."
Me, being the brave Gryffindor that I was, offered to carry some of her books. She smiled at me kindly and handed me a few books from Care of Magical Creatures.
As we walked out of the Great Hall, she looked over at me and said, "Thank you."
"For what?" Don't look disappointed. There was no way that she was going to get all excited over you. You, who is too tall, too lanky, and has hair that is too red, why would she ever get excited over you?
"For saving me back there." She has red hair maybe that isn't why she doesn't like me.
"Just doing my job as a friend." As a friend, that is the only thing she'll ever see me as.
"Only a really good friend could have seen that I was desperate to escape, but I have only talked to you about schoolwork, how could you have told from that I wanted to get away?"
I hesitated before answering. "I just know how annoying Marcus can be. I mean, I've spent seven years sharing a Dorm with him."
Why didn't I just tell the truth? Oh well. At least I got her to giggle. She has a nice giggle. Most giggles get on my nerves, but hers is nice. Plus, it's short and isn't drawn out like some girls make their giggles. Now that's annoying.
We ended up in the library and I set down her things only to find out that I didn't have mine. Great, what's the use of studying if I haven't got my junk?
"So, what was it that you were having trouble with?" Molly asked me politely.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why did I have to be stupid and forget my stuff?
"I was having trouble with the Removing Charm, but it appears that I have forgotten my things. Wait right here and I'll be back in five minutes!" I practically raced through the halls bumping into a few people along the way. I grabbed my stuff from the Gryffindor Common Room and then headed back without question.
When I got there, Molly wasn't alone. It wasn't Marcus this time it was Robert, Perfect Prefect Keeping Keeper Robert from Ravenclaw.
And Molly was messing with his hair flirtatiously. Did I mention that Molly had a big time crush on him? Obviously not, maybe I do know a bit too much about her, maybe I should move on.
Molly, though, was just so… sweet. Why was I attracted to her and not to Cathy Peterson who was the most popular girl in Hogwarts? Or even to Sarah Olivia who was one of the first girls to be on a Quidditch Team. No… I had to be attracted to Molly, who wasn't even that pretty.
She was bit overweight… but she didn't look it because she was tall. She had really red hair… that shined in the light. She had tons of freckles… that were scattered around her cute little nose that made her look even cuter. Damn! Why can't I just find something wrong with her without contradicting myself?
I'm defiantly smitten. I got all of my Gryffindor courage together and walked over to them. I didn't say anything at first because I didn't want to be the annoying one this time, but luckily for me, it was Molly who made the first move.
"Oh! Arthur! You're back. Sit down. I was just talking to Robert here about the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin. He reckons that Ravenclaw will clobber them."
I frowned. "The next match is Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff." Did I mention that I am on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team? Well, I am, and do you want to know something coincidental? My position is Keeper. That's right.
Can you believe her? Cheering on the opposing Keeper with me right here in front of her.
"I knew that, but we were talking of Ravenclaw's next game." Molly informed me.
"Oh." I didn't say anymore than that, but I sure did want to. Sure, I wanted Ravenclaw to beat Slytherin just as much as the next guy, but aren't you supposed to discuss Quidditch about your own house when the next match involves your house?
Oh well.
"Well, I've got to go to Quidditch Practice, Molly. See you in Charms tomorrow."
I watched as he walked out of the library and couldn't help but comment. "The Quidditch Pitch isn't even open today."
Molly looked at me a bit shocked. "Maybe it isn't open because the Ravenclaws are practicing." She guessed.
"No. Believe me, if it was because of that, then the Gryffindors would close down the Pitch for a whole day whenever we could, but you can't just do that. Jacob tried to schedule us in for 9 o'clock this morning, but it was closed for the day. That's how I know."
"Well, he wouldn't just flat out lie to me. Maybe he was going to go and independently practice but he didn't know that the Pitch was closed off," said Molly as she opened her Charms book.
Great, I got her mad.
How do I always do that? I always seem to get her frustrated because I don't understand, get her mad because of a stupid comment, or get her upset because I did something wrong. How do I always seem to do that?
I sighed heavily as a dropped my bag on my chair and pulled out my Charms book along with some parchment. I slammed them on the desk and shoved my book bag out of the way as I sat down.
"You like Muggles?" Molly asked suddenly, her voice lighter.
I looked up surprised. She was examining my Muggle Studies book. I had accidentally dropped it on the table along with my other supplies.
"Er- yeah." Why did I have to go red now? "Fascinated with them." Gosh! Why does she have to look at me like that? It almost like she's seen me in a new light… Stop thinking like that! That isn't possible. No way will one book change your chances of getting with the girl.
"My second cousin is a Muggle," informed Molly.
I perked up a bit. "Really? Do you think it would be all right if I owled him (or is it a her?) sometime? I really want to know more stuff about Muggles. They're just so fascinating with all of their gadgets and gizmos…" I trailed off after I had noticed that I was blabbing.
"It's him, Darin Barrett. You can owl him whenever you like. He's almost twenty-seven though and I haven't owled him in ages so he may get a bit of a scare if the owl shows up at his work."
"Why would he get scared?"
"Muggles aren't used to having owls deliver their post."
I was dumbstruck to say the least. "They aren't? Then how in the world do they communicate?"
"They send post through offices that have people who deliver the letters themselves."
"Wicked." How intelligent. Why couldn't I have said fascinating again? I already have said it at least 2 times, why couldn't I have said it again?
"I'll help you send it if you want, and perhaps, I can help you write it?" Molly offered. I grinned broadly at her.
"Yes! That would be awesome!" All right, so maybe I'm just a bit too enthusiastic about this, but who wouldn't be?
Molly laughed lightly. "Okay then, it's a date. We'll talk more about it in the Gryffindor Tower. Right now, we need to learn about Charms."
A few days past, I was waiting for the right moment to ask Molly to help me with the letter, but she was always with her friends and I didn't want to pull her away from her laughter and fun. Then one day I found her in the library on her own, so I went up to talk to her.
"Hey, Molly," I said casually taking a seat across from her.
She smiled warmly at me, "Hey, Arthur. What do you want?"
A bit informal, but I can live with that. "I was wondering if you could help me write that letter now."
As if she had just totally forgotten she gasped and began to pile up her books. "Yes, let's do it now. We can write it in the Owlery, I just remembered that I was supposed to send Mother a letter anyway."
I nodded and we made the way up to the Owlery.
"So," began Molly, trying to make conversation, "who are taking to the Ball next month?"
I paused and bowed my head, ashamed, as I said, "Nobody. I don't think I'm going."
She seemed surprised by this. "Have you asked anybody?"
"Er- no."
"Why not?"
"Because the girl that I really want to take likes someone else and is probably already going with someone else." I knew my whole face was turning red right up to the tip of my ears, but either Molly decided to ignore this, or didn't notice.
"Well, maybe you should just ask and get it over with. There's still a month, so maybe she doesn't have a date." Molly said slowly.
I nodded to her knowing that she had no idea that I was talking about her.
I don't really know when I decided I was going to ask her, but I decided I was going to ask her. It was five days before the ball that I found her alone in the Common Room when I asked her.
I'm so smart, aren't I?
"Hey, Molly, can I talk to you?"
She looked up at me from her- was that Potions Homework? Oh dear, she's going to be frustrated now. Maybe I should ask her later… No. I'm already here so I may as well continue.
"Sure, Arthur. Take a seat."
I forced a smile as I sat across from her. She laid her eagle quill on top of her parchment and gave me her full attention. Molly always had the top-notch things. The eagle quill was very expensive but not for Molly. She never judged people on their wealth, and that was another thing that I loved about her. Liked, I meant liked about her. Seriously, I did.
"Er- Molly, I was just er- wondering if you would er-" Merlin, why did I have to go red now? "Go. To. The. Ball. With. Me." I said super slowly because if I hadn't, it probably would have come out gototheballwithme? Then again, maybe I should have said it like that.
Molly went as red as a beet and moved her gaze to her hands where she mumbled something incoherent.
"What?" I asked slowly knowing that what she had said wasn't a yes.
"I'm already going with somebody else," she said sadly as she gathered her things. "I'm sorry, Arthur."
I felt like a balloon that was having all of its air squeezed out of it. She started to leave when I said, "Whom are you going with, then?"
She looked back at me and said in a monotone, "Robert Combs."
Oh, at least she was going with her crush, right? I should be happy for her and mad at Robert, right? Then why do I hate Molly at the moment?
Well, I didn't find a date for the ball in time. Actually, I didn't even try to find a date for the ball in time. I decided not to go. I hung out in the library the whole time. I was just getting engrossed in my Muggle Studies essay (How did the Muggles discover the cure for Polio?) when I heard something coming from the hallway. At first I just shrugged it off, but then I was positive I heard Molly's voice say something that was muffled.
I got up and creeped out into the hallway and followed the noise. I then heard a distinct sound that was definitely a slap and then Molly suddenly rounded the corner. She looked at me for a second, and then did something very surprising.
She burst into tears while she threw her arms around me and cried into my shoulder. At first I was too stunned to do anything, but then I began to pat her back sympathetically.
"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" I whispered to her as I embraced her.
She continued to cry on my shoulder and as I looked up I saw Robert throwing a dirty look at us as he rubbed his red cheek.
Finally she pulled away from me and wiped away her tears. "Robert is a jerk and a liar. You were right, Arthur. I should have listened to you."
"I didn't want to be right," I lied.
She just shook her head though. "I realize who I should have gone to the ball with," Molly said slowly as she took my hands into her own.
Knowing the answer, I said, "Who?"
"You."
Celebrate good times, c'mon! Wahoo! I knew it! I knew she liked me! I could sing! I could dance! But I won't because that would be embarrassing, so instead I will say-
"Really?"
Molly nodded shyly, and not wanting to wait another second, I pulled her into a kiss.
No sooner had we had out first kiss then had we turned 21 years old. I took her to one of her favorite spots in London that looked over the entire city.
Molly was sitting there enjoying the view while I messed with a little black box in my pocket. She threw a curious look at me as I shifted nervously.
Finally I got up the courage. I took her left hand into my own and said with all the passion I could muster, "You mean the world to me, Molly. And I can't think of a life without you in it, and I hope you can't think of a future without me in it as well."
She gasped and breathed out, "Oh, Arthur."
I don't let her finish. "I love you with my heart and my soul, and I want you to be there with me through everything that I may go through. I want you there, Molly. That is why I ask you now," I got down on one knee and held out the open black box that held a diamond ring, "Will you be my wife?"
Molly had tears in her eyes by then and she pulled me up to my feet. At first I thought that she was going to say no, but then she embraced me in a tight hug and said, "Of course I'll marry you, you fool!"
I laughed as she tried the ring on her finger and I was relieved to see that it fit perfectly. She gazed at it lovingly and then turned and pulled me into a kiss.
Molly did all of the planning for our soon to be wedding and just told me to stay out of it, which I did wisely. I learned early on that you never want to second-guess Molly, never.
I had to be the most nervous that I had ever been in my life. It was our wedding day. It was the day that Molly had been planning since forever and I was just so nervous. The number one reason was that things had been going wrong all morning.
First, Jack, my best man, called and said that he was going to be a bit late because the Ministry wouldn't let him out early because one of the top Aurors were out sick today. Next, I had found my brother's kids getting into the wedding cake and now there were finger holes throughout the thing. The worst and last, however, was me walking in on Molly's mother and sister talking.
They were saying how she had been so careless to marry an oaf like me, and that I was a good for nothing poor loser who couldn't even fend for myself let alone Molly. Now, they didn't say exactly that, but you get the idea.
Jack had finally made it and as I stood there waiting for Molly to come out, I wondered when the music would finally start. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, the music started and out came the flower girl in robes of cherry pink, my brother's beautiful daughter. Then out came the Maid of Honor in robes of pale pink, Rebecca who was Molly's best friend. Then the other Bridesmaids arrived. Molly came out along with her father.
She was in the most beautiful robes that I had ever seen. It was plain white with beautiful lace and a veil that covered her face. Her beauty transfixed me as her father handed her over to me.
I gratefully took her hand into my own and thanked Merlin that I had found her. The ceremony went along as planned and when asked if anybody objected, nobody made a peep. I was extremely grateful for that as I was a bit nervous about Molly's mother and sister.
The reverend then came to the vowels. He recited them to me and when my part came I said quite clearly, "I do."
Molly smiled at me as she was told the vowels and also said, "I do" without hesitation.
The last thing that I remember of the ceremony was the reverend saying, "You may kiss the bride," as I lifted Molly's veil and gave her our first kiss as husband and wife.
Two years after our wedding, I got some very surprising news. I had been working at the Ministry since the wedding and had just come home as tired as I could be, when Molly sat down beside me and began fidgeting.
"Everything all right?" I asked.
"Everything's fine. Everything is just perfect."
All right, I knew something was up. I turned to face her and said, quite clearly, "Is everything all right?"
Again, she answered that everything was fine so I dropped the subject, but she continued to fidget and I knew she wasn't telling me something.
So, I turned to her and said, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
This time she grinned and squeaked out a "Yes."
I waited for her to go on but she didn't say another word so I guessed. "Did you get a job?"
Her grin grew. "No."
"Er- did your sister finally get engaged?"
Again, her grin grew. "No."
"Is your brother's wife pregnant?"
This time she practically jumped out her seat as her grin grew its largest. "No."
She was biting my lip waiting for me to say the correct thing when I noticed that she had one of her hands on her stomach. No… She couldn't be. Could she? I gulped and looked at her.
"Are you-"
She nodded slowly and my mouth gaped open.
"No."
"Yes." She stated and waited for my reaction.
I guess I was just as enthusiastic about this as I was about Muggles, because three seconds later I was swinging Molly around and whooping into the air and shouting for the world to hear that I was going to be father! Our life was simple and plain, but full of love, and I think that is what separated us from other couples. The amount of love we had in that home throughout all of our difficulties was at its peak and it never wavered.
Summery: Every Weasley has a story. This particular story gathers all of the Weasleys up into one and shows you their lives of love and how they struggled to find it, and if they ever did. This story will begin with our very own Arthur Weasley, then to Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and finally to little Ginny. Warning: PURE FLUFF!
Arthur's P.O.V.
Oh great. There he goes. He's flirting with Molly, again. I think he does it just to spite me. He knows I'm too much of a coward to go up and talk to her, even if she isn't even that popular. She helps me with Charms all the time, and she loves helping out the first years when they are lost.
She's great, but Marcus isn't. He's flirting with her, and he doesn't even seem to notice that she's annoyed with him… Annoyed with him! That's good! Okay, time to see if I can finally talk to her, save her from the annoying Marcus. All right here I go.
"Hey Molly." I said casually. Good start. I didn't even stutter.
"Oh, hey Arthur."
Oh Merlin! Her smile is so beautiful.
"I –" Oh damn. Why didn't I think of what to say before I came over? "I didn't understand today's lesson in Charms, I was hoping you could help me?"
She stood up rather quickly, didn't she? Maybe it was just to get away from Marcus. He is an insensitive jerk anyway.
She gathered up her belongings as she said, "It was rather quite simple. Here, let's go to the library."
Me, being the brave Gryffindor that I was, offered to carry some of her books. She smiled at me kindly and handed me a few books from Care of Magical Creatures.
As we walked out of the Great Hall, she looked over at me and said, "Thank you."
"For what?" Don't look disappointed. There was no way that she was going to get all excited over you. You, who is too tall, too lanky, and has hair that is too red, why would she ever get excited over you?
"For saving me back there." She has red hair maybe that isn't why she doesn't like me.
"Just doing my job as a friend." As a friend, that is the only thing she'll ever see me as.
"Only a really good friend could have seen that I was desperate to escape, but I have only talked to you about schoolwork, how could you have told from that I wanted to get away?"
I hesitated before answering. "I just know how annoying Marcus can be. I mean, I've spent seven years sharing a Dorm with him."
Why didn't I just tell the truth? Oh well. At least I got her to giggle. She has a nice giggle. Most giggles get on my nerves, but hers is nice. Plus, it's short and isn't drawn out like some girls make their giggles. Now that's annoying.
We ended up in the library and I set down her things only to find out that I didn't have mine. Great, what's the use of studying if I haven't got my junk?
"So, what was it that you were having trouble with?" Molly asked me politely.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why did I have to be stupid and forget my stuff?
"I was having trouble with the Removing Charm, but it appears that I have forgotten my things. Wait right here and I'll be back in five minutes!" I practically raced through the halls bumping into a few people along the way. I grabbed my stuff from the Gryffindor Common Room and then headed back without question.
When I got there, Molly wasn't alone. It wasn't Marcus this time it was Robert, Perfect Prefect Keeping Keeper Robert from Ravenclaw.
And Molly was messing with his hair flirtatiously. Did I mention that Molly had a big time crush on him? Obviously not, maybe I do know a bit too much about her, maybe I should move on.
Molly, though, was just so… sweet. Why was I attracted to her and not to Cathy Peterson who was the most popular girl in Hogwarts? Or even to Sarah Olivia who was one of the first girls to be on a Quidditch Team. No… I had to be attracted to Molly, who wasn't even that pretty.
She was bit overweight… but she didn't look it because she was tall. She had really red hair… that shined in the light. She had tons of freckles… that were scattered around her cute little nose that made her look even cuter. Damn! Why can't I just find something wrong with her without contradicting myself?
I'm defiantly smitten. I got all of my Gryffindor courage together and walked over to them. I didn't say anything at first because I didn't want to be the annoying one this time, but luckily for me, it was Molly who made the first move.
"Oh! Arthur! You're back. Sit down. I was just talking to Robert here about the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin. He reckons that Ravenclaw will clobber them."
I frowned. "The next match is Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff." Did I mention that I am on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team? Well, I am, and do you want to know something coincidental? My position is Keeper. That's right.
Can you believe her? Cheering on the opposing Keeper with me right here in front of her.
"I knew that, but we were talking of Ravenclaw's next game." Molly informed me.
"Oh." I didn't say anymore than that, but I sure did want to. Sure, I wanted Ravenclaw to beat Slytherin just as much as the next guy, but aren't you supposed to discuss Quidditch about your own house when the next match involves your house?
Oh well.
"Well, I've got to go to Quidditch Practice, Molly. See you in Charms tomorrow."
I watched as he walked out of the library and couldn't help but comment. "The Quidditch Pitch isn't even open today."
Molly looked at me a bit shocked. "Maybe it isn't open because the Ravenclaws are practicing." She guessed.
"No. Believe me, if it was because of that, then the Gryffindors would close down the Pitch for a whole day whenever we could, but you can't just do that. Jacob tried to schedule us in for 9 o'clock this morning, but it was closed for the day. That's how I know."
"Well, he wouldn't just flat out lie to me. Maybe he was going to go and independently practice but he didn't know that the Pitch was closed off," said Molly as she opened her Charms book.
Great, I got her mad.
How do I always do that? I always seem to get her frustrated because I don't understand, get her mad because of a stupid comment, or get her upset because I did something wrong. How do I always seem to do that?
I sighed heavily as a dropped my bag on my chair and pulled out my Charms book along with some parchment. I slammed them on the desk and shoved my book bag out of the way as I sat down.
"You like Muggles?" Molly asked suddenly, her voice lighter.
I looked up surprised. She was examining my Muggle Studies book. I had accidentally dropped it on the table along with my other supplies.
"Er- yeah." Why did I have to go red now? "Fascinated with them." Gosh! Why does she have to look at me like that? It almost like she's seen me in a new light… Stop thinking like that! That isn't possible. No way will one book change your chances of getting with the girl.
"My second cousin is a Muggle," informed Molly.
I perked up a bit. "Really? Do you think it would be all right if I owled him (or is it a her?) sometime? I really want to know more stuff about Muggles. They're just so fascinating with all of their gadgets and gizmos…" I trailed off after I had noticed that I was blabbing.
"It's him, Darin Barrett. You can owl him whenever you like. He's almost twenty-seven though and I haven't owled him in ages so he may get a bit of a scare if the owl shows up at his work."
"Why would he get scared?"
"Muggles aren't used to having owls deliver their post."
I was dumbstruck to say the least. "They aren't? Then how in the world do they communicate?"
"They send post through offices that have people who deliver the letters themselves."
"Wicked." How intelligent. Why couldn't I have said fascinating again? I already have said it at least 2 times, why couldn't I have said it again?
"I'll help you send it if you want, and perhaps, I can help you write it?" Molly offered. I grinned broadly at her.
"Yes! That would be awesome!" All right, so maybe I'm just a bit too enthusiastic about this, but who wouldn't be?
Molly laughed lightly. "Okay then, it's a date. We'll talk more about it in the Gryffindor Tower. Right now, we need to learn about Charms."
A few days past, I was waiting for the right moment to ask Molly to help me with the letter, but she was always with her friends and I didn't want to pull her away from her laughter and fun. Then one day I found her in the library on her own, so I went up to talk to her.
"Hey, Molly," I said casually taking a seat across from her.
She smiled warmly at me, "Hey, Arthur. What do you want?"
A bit informal, but I can live with that. "I was wondering if you could help me write that letter now."
As if she had just totally forgotten she gasped and began to pile up her books. "Yes, let's do it now. We can write it in the Owlery, I just remembered that I was supposed to send Mother a letter anyway."
I nodded and we made the way up to the Owlery.
"So," began Molly, trying to make conversation, "who are taking to the Ball next month?"
I paused and bowed my head, ashamed, as I said, "Nobody. I don't think I'm going."
She seemed surprised by this. "Have you asked anybody?"
"Er- no."
"Why not?"
"Because the girl that I really want to take likes someone else and is probably already going with someone else." I knew my whole face was turning red right up to the tip of my ears, but either Molly decided to ignore this, or didn't notice.
"Well, maybe you should just ask and get it over with. There's still a month, so maybe she doesn't have a date." Molly said slowly.
I nodded to her knowing that she had no idea that I was talking about her.
I don't really know when I decided I was going to ask her, but I decided I was going to ask her. It was five days before the ball that I found her alone in the Common Room when I asked her.
I'm so smart, aren't I?
"Hey, Molly, can I talk to you?"
She looked up at me from her- was that Potions Homework? Oh dear, she's going to be frustrated now. Maybe I should ask her later… No. I'm already here so I may as well continue.
"Sure, Arthur. Take a seat."
I forced a smile as I sat across from her. She laid her eagle quill on top of her parchment and gave me her full attention. Molly always had the top-notch things. The eagle quill was very expensive but not for Molly. She never judged people on their wealth, and that was another thing that I loved about her. Liked, I meant liked about her. Seriously, I did.
"Er- Molly, I was just er- wondering if you would er-" Merlin, why did I have to go red now? "Go. To. The. Ball. With. Me." I said super slowly because if I hadn't, it probably would have come out gototheballwithme? Then again, maybe I should have said it like that.
Molly went as red as a beet and moved her gaze to her hands where she mumbled something incoherent.
"What?" I asked slowly knowing that what she had said wasn't a yes.
"I'm already going with somebody else," she said sadly as she gathered her things. "I'm sorry, Arthur."
I felt like a balloon that was having all of its air squeezed out of it. She started to leave when I said, "Whom are you going with, then?"
She looked back at me and said in a monotone, "Robert Combs."
Oh, at least she was going with her crush, right? I should be happy for her and mad at Robert, right? Then why do I hate Molly at the moment?
Well, I didn't find a date for the ball in time. Actually, I didn't even try to find a date for the ball in time. I decided not to go. I hung out in the library the whole time. I was just getting engrossed in my Muggle Studies essay (How did the Muggles discover the cure for Polio?) when I heard something coming from the hallway. At first I just shrugged it off, but then I was positive I heard Molly's voice say something that was muffled.
I got up and creeped out into the hallway and followed the noise. I then heard a distinct sound that was definitely a slap and then Molly suddenly rounded the corner. She looked at me for a second, and then did something very surprising.
She burst into tears while she threw her arms around me and cried into my shoulder. At first I was too stunned to do anything, but then I began to pat her back sympathetically.
"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" I whispered to her as I embraced her.
She continued to cry on my shoulder and as I looked up I saw Robert throwing a dirty look at us as he rubbed his red cheek.
Finally she pulled away from me and wiped away her tears. "Robert is a jerk and a liar. You were right, Arthur. I should have listened to you."
"I didn't want to be right," I lied.
She just shook her head though. "I realize who I should have gone to the ball with," Molly said slowly as she took my hands into her own.
Knowing the answer, I said, "Who?"
"You."
Celebrate good times, c'mon! Wahoo! I knew it! I knew she liked me! I could sing! I could dance! But I won't because that would be embarrassing, so instead I will say-
"Really?"
Molly nodded shyly, and not wanting to wait another second, I pulled her into a kiss.
No sooner had we had out first kiss then had we turned 21 years old. I took her to one of her favorite spots in London that looked over the entire city.
Molly was sitting there enjoying the view while I messed with a little black box in my pocket. She threw a curious look at me as I shifted nervously.
Finally I got up the courage. I took her left hand into my own and said with all the passion I could muster, "You mean the world to me, Molly. And I can't think of a life without you in it, and I hope you can't think of a future without me in it as well."
She gasped and breathed out, "Oh, Arthur."
I don't let her finish. "I love you with my heart and my soul, and I want you to be there with me through everything that I may go through. I want you there, Molly. That is why I ask you now," I got down on one knee and held out the open black box that held a diamond ring, "Will you be my wife?"
Molly had tears in her eyes by then and she pulled me up to my feet. At first I thought that she was going to say no, but then she embraced me in a tight hug and said, "Of course I'll marry you, you fool!"
I laughed as she tried the ring on her finger and I was relieved to see that it fit perfectly. She gazed at it lovingly and then turned and pulled me into a kiss.
Molly did all of the planning for our soon to be wedding and just told me to stay out of it, which I did wisely. I learned early on that you never want to second-guess Molly, never.
I had to be the most nervous that I had ever been in my life. It was our wedding day. It was the day that Molly had been planning since forever and I was just so nervous. The number one reason was that things had been going wrong all morning.
First, Jack, my best man, called and said that he was going to be a bit late because the Ministry wouldn't let him out early because one of the top Aurors were out sick today. Next, I had found my brother's kids getting into the wedding cake and now there were finger holes throughout the thing. The worst and last, however, was me walking in on Molly's mother and sister talking.
They were saying how she had been so careless to marry an oaf like me, and that I was a good for nothing poor loser who couldn't even fend for myself let alone Molly. Now, they didn't say exactly that, but you get the idea.
Jack had finally made it and as I stood there waiting for Molly to come out, I wondered when the music would finally start. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, the music started and out came the flower girl in robes of cherry pink, my brother's beautiful daughter. Then out came the Maid of Honor in robes of pale pink, Rebecca who was Molly's best friend. Then the other Bridesmaids arrived. Molly came out along with her father.
She was in the most beautiful robes that I had ever seen. It was plain white with beautiful lace and a veil that covered her face. Her beauty transfixed me as her father handed her over to me.
I gratefully took her hand into my own and thanked Merlin that I had found her. The ceremony went along as planned and when asked if anybody objected, nobody made a peep. I was extremely grateful for that as I was a bit nervous about Molly's mother and sister.
The reverend then came to the vowels. He recited them to me and when my part came I said quite clearly, "I do."
Molly smiled at me as she was told the vowels and also said, "I do" without hesitation.
The last thing that I remember of the ceremony was the reverend saying, "You may kiss the bride," as I lifted Molly's veil and gave her our first kiss as husband and wife.
Two years after our wedding, I got some very surprising news. I had been working at the Ministry since the wedding and had just come home as tired as I could be, when Molly sat down beside me and began fidgeting.
"Everything all right?" I asked.
"Everything's fine. Everything is just perfect."
All right, I knew something was up. I turned to face her and said, quite clearly, "Is everything all right?"
Again, she answered that everything was fine so I dropped the subject, but she continued to fidget and I knew she wasn't telling me something.
So, I turned to her and said, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
This time she grinned and squeaked out a "Yes."
I waited for her to go on but she didn't say another word so I guessed. "Did you get a job?"
Her grin grew. "No."
"Er- did your sister finally get engaged?"
Again, her grin grew. "No."
"Is your brother's wife pregnant?"
This time she practically jumped out her seat as her grin grew its largest. "No."
She was biting my lip waiting for me to say the correct thing when I noticed that she had one of her hands on her stomach. No… She couldn't be. Could she? I gulped and looked at her.
"Are you-"
She nodded slowly and my mouth gaped open.
"No."
"Yes." She stated and waited for my reaction.
I guess I was just as enthusiastic about this as I was about Muggles, because three seconds later I was swinging Molly around and whooping into the air and shouting for the world to hear that I was going to be father! Our life was simple and plain, but full of love, and I think that is what separated us from other couples. The amount of love we had in that home throughout all of our difficulties was at its peak and it never wavered.