Hello my adoring fans! :) Thank you for clicking/thumb tapping on my story. I promise you won't be disappointed. (if you are, no refunds!) This story is about Molly and Arthur Weasley just before Bill is born. Fabian and Gideon drama, Death Eater drama, etc. Hope you enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters in it. J. K. Rowling, kudos to you.
"Please Arthur," Eight-month pregnant Molly Weasley begged.
"I am NOT putting on a dress," Arthur said firmly.
"Please A-"
"NO Molly!" Arthur raised his voice. Molly burst into tears and stormed out of the room. Arthur sighed. It didn't take much to set her off. He did feel a bit guilty now, though. What was the big deal. He had to suck up his man-pride and make her happy because he loved her.
Molly slammed her bedroom door and flopped onto the bed, sobbing. A small part of her wondered why it was so important to get Arthur to wear a dress, but the rest of her was hurt and pissed.
She was just beginning to calm down when she heard a knock on the door.
"Go away Arthur!" She shouted.
"Please open the door Mollywobbles, before the cantaloupes fall," Arthur pleaded. This peaked Molly's interest but she stubbornly stayed put. She heard Arthur sigh.
"Alohamora." The door swung open. Molly took one look at Arthur and her anger vanished. She burst out laughing and didn't stop for a while. Arthur was wearing an old dress of hers, stuffed with pillows.
"Are-are those cantaloupes?" she giggled, pointing to his chest. He obviously went the extra mile. Along with cantaloupe-boobs, Arthur had on bright red lipstick, clip on earrings, and stiletto heels.
"Are you going to take a picture or not?" Arthur grinned. Molly grabbed her camera and snapped multiple shots.
"That one's a keeper," she said, wiping her eyes. Once Arthur saw she was through embarrassing him, he undressed at the light of speed.
"I'm taking a shower to wash this off," he said, motioning to the makeup. Molly smiled and nodded. She returned the cantaloupes to the fruit bowl and changed into a dressing gown. She lay down in bed and chuckled. He was too good to her.