A/N: A very short piece about Arthur meeting Molly. Very innocent and age appropriate. Absolutely no plans or dreams to make this anything more than it is. Hope you enjoy. I own nothing Harry Potter except of course my own collection of the books, and some shirts.
~Arthur and Molly~
Her laughter was the first thing he noticed. Her gaiety as she danced around the common room, her red hair shinning in the firelight. Everyone was happy, they were back at school, back in Gryffindor and she seemed the happiest of all. Arthur tried to remember her name, Mary? Margaret? Mildred? No that wasn't right so he called down to her.
"Why are you so happy little firecracker?"
"Because I'm not in Ravenclaw like my mother wanted!"
"Why would she ever want such a thing?"
"She said Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were the good houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin can't keep out of trouble."
The entire room laughed at that. All it took was a few weeks here to realise that was true.
"Can't argue with that. What was your name again little firecracker?"
"Molly Prewett."
"Well Molly Prewett, I'm Arthur Weasley and you'll soon find out your mother was right, but I wouldn't trade being a Gryffindor for anything in this world."
Arthur received a big cheer for that. It was long known that Gryffindor was one of the most prideful houses in Hogwarts, whether they admitted it or not. And when the Headmaster sent that first owl to Molly's mother detailing her run in with a Slytherin girl and a well placed levitation spell, she had to admit that her mother might have had a point.
But when she saw Arthur Weasley's smile and heard his laugh from further down the breakfast table she knew she wouldn't trade it for the world.
~fin~