a\n: well, I have stories I am working on now, and at first planned to do a big lineup for summer, now though, I have changed my mind....Instead, I am starting this new beauty. A story i will not give up, that will go through Molly and Arthur's school years, until their grandchildren or so. This story starts in their fourth year, it is two weeks before the Yule Ball.......
"Molly Prewett! If you don't open the door right now, I am going to bust it down! And Merlin help me if I see one tear on your face either!" Molly's friend of four years (Emily) screeched. Molly opened the bathroom door slowly and stared at her friend hard.
"Why is it so hard to ignore what people say?"
"I don't know Molly.....It wasn't right for them to say....but why do you care so much? You told me you didn't like him or anything..if someone's making fun of him the only reason for you to want to step in would be-" Molly sent a sheepish smirk Emily's way.
"_ that you liked him! Molly Prewett! You like him! you like him! you love him! I knew it!." Emily screamed, jumping up and down. molly grabbed her shoulders tight, smiling. As the Black haird girl calmed herself she sighed and looked at Molly.
"Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with him?!" Molly stared at her.
"I doubt I could....he hasn't even talked to me once..."
"MOLLY! that's because every guy is afraid too....your the most known girl in this shcool and you know it....he's noticed you and your two friends!" Molly blushed feverishly and sighed again.
"But what if he doesn't like me? what if he says no? what if...wait, I'm not asking him! Ugh! Emily, why do you do this to me?"
"Do what?"
"SCREW ME OVER! you just got me to admit that I like him....that I like him more than I can say and now your driving me crazy wondering if he would ever even, with a shred of hope, a tiny possibility, teensey weensey proportion....actually like me!" she finished breathing deeply. Emily stared at her seriously and furrowed her eyeborws, leaning against the door.
"He loves you. You know that....you love him....you know that...the only problem is that you won't tlel him and he won't tell you...so the one he says it first is the one who will bring your two's love together!" Molly stared at ehr smiling sarcastically.
"Its not that easy!" molly replied, pulling on a white shirt.
"Nah, maybe not...but if you get the guts go for it that moment don't let it wait I-" she stopped suddenly, for they had just walked downstairs to find their ways to potions class, and in the small, elaborately decorated for Christmas, Gryffindor common room, sat, near the roaring fire, one: Arthur Weasley.