When Molly sat in the sun her hair glowed. Now this wasn't just because Arthur was in love with her but it was the truth. Her red hair was quite unlike his dull pumpkin orange. Hers was like a fire, a blazing beacon around her face. It fell to her shoulders in waves, blazing like the morning, a perfect reflection of the sun within it as the rays of light fell on it.
Arthur would idly run his hands through it as the two of them sat outside studying. It was soft and perfect, burning on his hand with soft warmth.
"My hair is just as beautiful as yours, Arthur," Molly would say.
Arthur would laugh at his hair being referred to as beautiful.
"Yours is a much better red, like fire."
She would run her hand through his hair then touch his face.
"I like yours."
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When Molly studied she would bite her thumb. Always Arthur would see her bent over a book, thumb in her mouth. She would chew on the nail, slide it over her teeth, and sometimes she would chew on the pad of the digit.
Every so often Arthur would take her hand out of her mouth to hold it. However, soon she would be wrenching her hand free to chew on her thumb again.
"You'll chew it off one day, you know," Arthur said.
"Shh!" Molly chided, fixing him with a look that wasn't quite as menacing as her thumb was still in her mouth.
"Transfiguration requires my concentration!"
Arthur chuckled. "Thumb chewing concentration."
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When Molly sat next to him on the common room couch she would cross her one foot over top of his. She'd kick off her shoes and toy with his feet. If he were wearing shoes without laces she would sometimes try to take his off with her toes.
"Your feet need to breathe now and then, Arthur," she liked to say.
Hers would tap little rhythms on the floor beside him. He liked to watch her poke his leg with her toes. She'd crinkle her nose at him and take his one foot 'captive' with her feet.
"Queen of the feet, eh?" he said.
"I'm very dexterous!"
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When Molly talked about cooking it was as if she was a mother already.
"It's a magic in itself, Arthur."
She had a vast knowledge of useful spices, recipes, and spells to create masterpieces in the kitchen. She didn't get to cook much at Hogwarts but over Christmas break she showed Arthur her abilities when he came to visit.
"You have to be sure to cook enough for everyone," Molly would say as she stirred. "Better to have more than to let anyone go hungry."
Then she would point at him with her wooden spoon, twirling another in the pot. Arthur thought of her cooking for him and their children and he couldn't stop smiling.
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When Molly laid her head on Arthur's should he sometimes found it hard to breathe. They would be in the common room or the library, sometimes even in the Great Hall. Her hair would tickle his cheek and her nose would nuzzle against his neck.
With Molly leaning on him it often felt to Arthur as if no one else mattered. If he could have this auburn haired beauty beside him, touching him, then what else did he need?
He could feel her breathing with her body pressed against his arm. Now and then she would kiss his neck. Sometimes she would even whisper in his ear.
"I love you."