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"Alright, Weasley, let's skip all the goofy, muggle stuff. I just need the homework."

Arthur sighed lightly under his breath and nodded. "Yes, Miss Prewett."

"Was that sarcasm in your voice, Weasley?"

"No, Molly." He replied, handing her his homework with a shaking hand. She eyed him up suspiciously.

"You know, Arthur, if you need me to get someone else to do my homework, I can. Very easily, at that."

Arthur gulped and shook his head.

No. No. No. This was bad. Very bad. Incredibly bad.

"Molly, I enjoy giving you your work. That way, I know you'll always have it; In and on time, in fact!"

Molly grinned. "That's the spirit, Arthur. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to meet up with Frank Longbottom. He's got my plant for Herbology. A right waste of time it would've been to take out an hour from my day to purchase that shriveled up prune!"

Arhur nodded his agreement, his eyes not leaving Molly's until she turned her gaze away from him, gave him a little wave of goodbye, and sped off in the direction of Green House-two. Still, Arthur couldn't help but stare at her. She was an angel...Even if her hair color, and personality...erm...sometimes mimicked something different. But, God, he thought to himself. Angel or not she was so attractive.

"Lorraine, please, not now."

"But Molly, come on! You know how much he's into you. You are like, his idol."

Molly's best-friend snatched a Pumpkin tart off the center table of the Great Hall as they continued walking. "Actually, if you want to get technical, it's quite disturbing. What if that muggle video camera...thing-a-ma-jigger was, like, a warning, and he's making a video of you changing every night!"

"Oh, my, Lorraine, come on! He's classier than that!"

Lorraine jumped in front of her, halting her walking which was, to Lorraine's amusement, picking up pace. "Classier than that, but not classy enough for you, huh, Miss, Ruler-Of-The-Universe-Molly?"

"Very funny, Lor, although quite harsh."

Lorraine rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Me? Harsh? You wouldn't suspect you were being harsh if it bit you in the-"

"-Hey, hey, baby-cakes!"

Molly rolled her eyes as her best-friend was snatched away by her boyfriend, Lucius Malfoy. Everyone loved Lucius, don't get her wrong..But she still felt her best-friend deserved more. Practically every girl in school was after him, and Molly wasn't sure when it came down to it, if a pretty girl was in front of him, he'd stay 'committed.' Lorraine assured her she just liked 'fooling around,' with the school's hunk, but Molly knew it was an act her friend had accepted as true, that truly wasn't. She loved Lucius, and she'd never admit it, because in her mind, she was already psyching herself out for rejection: And feeling like she was using him would only put her on time.

Molly preferred to stay away from the drama of boy's, even though the was the girl's Lucius Malfoy. She was beautiful. With a 5'3 build, and taunt, curvacious frame, long, cherry-auburn hair, and oval, tree trunk brown eyes: She was stunning, to say the least. No wonder Arthur followed her around like a lost puppy-dog sometimes.

"Hey, Molly?"

And speaking of lost puppies.

"Yes, Arthur?" Molly replied as she turned to face him. She grimaced a bit; for some reason her chest always got tight around him, and she would feel the flutter of those fictitious 'butterflies in her stomach'.

Now, Arthur was blushing: A deep red that Molly had to suppress a giggle for so hard.

"Erm," he scratched the back of his neck. "no one will listen to me, and I figured, eh, what the hay! You're interested in muggle items, right? I mean, when I speak of them, you don't seem too 'stand-offish' like the rest. I, umm, you know what, never-mind. Go about your business, Miss Prewett, I shouldn't have interrupted your, um, daily activities."

Molly placed her hands on her hips and ignored Arthur's statement. She swore sometimes nothing coherent could leave his vocal cords.

"Hey, Arthur, let me ask you something."

Molly could see any joy in his face slide of like water hitting a bowl of pudding. He thought she was going to be angry, didn't he?

Oh, come on, I'm not that mean!

She lowered her tone of voice, so he felt comfortable again. His cheeks flushed the normal pale skin tone which was his.

"Why do you call me, Molly, and then, Miss Prewett, in the same sentence?"

"Because you're a figure of authority over me, and I sometimes forget...generally." m Now, Molly knew there was no way to hold back her laugh. Arthur's face was again: red.

"Arthur, a figure of authority? I'm 16 years old! Arthur, please, you're intelligent, and witty, and you're my age

as well. Call me Molly. There is never a need for this formal, Miss Prewett, stuff. Deal?"

"Deal," Arthur stuttered.

"Thank-you. Now-"

"-You must be going, I know." he said sadly, with not a hint of sarcasm.

"No, actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to join me for a slice of pizza. Betty is testing out 'Muggle

Mondays' at the pub, and I've been wanting something delicious and choc-full of some calories."

Arthur laughed and nodded, stowing his encyclopedia of all things muggle in his bookbag. "I would love to accompany you,

Molly."

Okay