A/N: Finally starting to work on my Colors Challenge!

Hmm…I think I'll dedicate this to Pinky Acid Mannequin. Thanks for setting up the challenge, Pinky! XD

Molly's POV

Church

White

I'd never gone to Church. Not really. Actually, I'd gone only once, on Easter.

Until I met Arthur.

"Church? Yes, every Sunday," he'd told me with a smile.

Suddenly, Church seemed deathly important. I went every Sunday, like him. I made a point of quoting the Bible on certain days, but mostly whenever I saw him.

What had he changed in me?

All I knew was when I'd first glimpsed his red locks, a blinding white light seemed to take over my mind. I saw—well, this is really juvenile, but—I saw a white, long wedding dress. I saw a white dove, and I saw a white blanket covering a little boy, the spitting image of Gideon, with Arthur's orangey red hair. Then, as if I was seeing double, I imagined another one, except more Fabian-like.

Which is ridiculous. After all, how could that ever happen? He was one year older than I was, and I wasn't quite sure Mother would approve. We didn't care about blood traitors and such rubbish, but Arthur was…different, and Mother might not quite like him.

Well, actually, she'd think him mad. He was obsessed with Muggle Artifacts and such things. I don't know why, but I thought it quite attractive; Mother certainly wouldn't.

So really, why was I blatantly going against Mother's wishes?

I never got hooked on Church. I grew tired of quoting the Bible, and after the story of Jove, which scared me a bit, I stopped reading it.

"Arthur," I said once, after we'd begun dating in fourth year, "I have a confession to make."

"What is that, Mollywobbles?"

I blushed at the nickname in public, but continued on. "I think Church is dead boring."

"Oh really?" he asked, amused.

"Yes. And I think the Bible a bit scary."

He grinned quite openly now.

"And I faked liking it and knowing the Bible back and forth so that you'd like me. Are you angry?"

"Oh, Molly!" he smiled and grabbed my hand. Then he pulled me through a tapestry to a bit of a secret room. "Molly, I don't care about your religion! I could care less if you devoted your life to Satan! All I want you to do is like me for who I am, just like I like you for who you are."

"I will, Arthur! I just—it was so important to you."

"Mollywobbles, I never want you to be someone you aren't. Really."

"Do you swear, Arthur?"

"I do, Molly, I do."

"Then—well, then I love you," I said it quickly, boldly. That's why I was in Gryffindor.

He leaned down and kissed me. "I love you, too, Molly."

I was pretty sure he would swear if I asked him to.

"Look, Arthur! Look at my dress!" I said, spinning around.

It was white, and just as I'd imagined it.

"Beautiful!" he said.

"Now then, Arthur. Let's elope, shall we?"

We did.

White dress.

White Church.

White.

"Wook, Mommy, a dove!"

"Ooh, Billie, that is a pretty dove, isn't it. And what color is it?"

"White!"

"Yes, Billie, white."

White.

"Daddy, Daddy! Mommy's got two!" said eight-year-old Bill.

"Really, Billie?" Arthur sped back into my room as another boy got laid in my arms.

I was home in my bed, and one little boy, the spitting image of Gideon, was born April 1st. Then another came, the spitting image of Fabian.

"What are their names, Mommy?" asked little Charlie, who was five at the time.

"Well, Arthur?" I asked. It was his turn.

"This one is George," he said, holding up little Gideon.

"And—and Fred. This is Fred," I added.

"I get the next boy," Arthur whispered, and I laughed.

"Don't be so sure!"

"There hasn't been a girl born to the Weasley's in—"

"Not now, Arthur, please."

I laid back as Arthur wrapped George in a white blanket.

He then wrapped Fred accordingly.

I held my arms out for the two of them.

Their blankets covered half of their faces, but I didn't mind. I fell asleep holding those little bundles of angel white.

White.

A/N: Didn't turn out like I wanted it, but what does everyone think? Sorry the elopement part was rather ridiculous!

Review please!