If I owned Harry Potter I will not be writing stores on . I would be devising the plot for the 8th book and typing on about the next generation. But I don't own Harry Potter so this is all I can do.
7th year Molly Prewett couldn't decide what to get for her boyfriend, Arthur Weasley. Her friend Marlene said," Why don't you get him some roses?" , but seriously? Roses? For a guy who can't even tell the difference between a whomping willow and a tulip? She didn't think so.
Then the young red-head brainstormed with Marlene to think of a present.
A book? No, he doesn't like reading
Chocolate? No, I already gave that to him.
Candy? No, he's going to get that from his brother.
Quills? No, he has plenty.
A love letter? No, I'm no good at those.
This went on for two hours when the two girls were tired just gave up. Then Molly's muggleborn friend, Sarah came into their dormitory and said," Look! All I got for my birthday from my sister was a clicky pen. She hates me." ,And started crying. Molly felt bad and comforted Sarah. Sarah said thanks and gave her the pen. "What is a pen going to do to solve my problem?", thought the troubled ginger .
On the day of Arthur Weasley's birthday, he got presents from his parents, brother, and friends. Molly couldn't get a present and so she decided to stay away from Arthur. Then she heard someone calling her name and turned around. It was Arthur.
"Hi Arthur.", Molly murmured.
"So...", Arthur said," uh.. yeah..."
Then got nervous. He probably wants a present.
"Too bad couldn't get one because I'm an idiot. Oh, I hate myself..", thought Molly.
They were walking for a couple minutes when Arthur looked at his watch. He said," Molly, it's 11 o'clock." The girl panicked.
Finally Molly admitted," I'm sorry Arthur, I couldn't get a present for your birthday, I'm so sorry." Arthur looked at her and asked,"What's that in your pocket?" She looks into her pocket and takes out the clicky pen.
Arthur gasps and says,"Mollywobbles how did you know?"
"Mollywobbles" felt confused and Arthur went on,"oh how did you know I had a muggle obsession? I guess you could only figure it out! I tried to keep it a secret but this is the best present!"
"Oh well that's convenient.", muttered Molly.
They walked, talked, kissed, until it was 4 o'clock. When they tried to get in the Gryffindor common room, they were not allowed in by the Fat Lady until a huge amount of begging.
That was one of Molly Prewett's best days of her life.
Did you like the story? Again this is another story written because of a "contest" between my friend, Amet Erat, and me.
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