Time for B! 3 So I love this pairing. Because it's Canon and it's cute and it gave me parent figures growing up. Not that I didn't have any already, I just really love these parents. XD
Give it up fooooorr… Batteries and Bakling! Arthur and Molly Weasley, happily married, seven children (6 boys, 1 girl), bickering couple.
"Honestly, Arthur! Just tell them you need the time off! You've got seven children, for god's sake!"
"Molly, you know how it is. They're swamped. I can't jus-"
"Oh yes you can! They've got everyone on staff right now. They can afford to let you come spend a vacation in Egypt with your family!"
"Molly, I really don't kno-"
"ARTHUR!" Molly finally screams. "Use the floo network and REQUEST THE TIME OFF!" Arthur looks frightened for a moment, then clears his throat and stands.
"Uh… Right then. I'm going to call on the ministry now... be back in a moment."
Molly sinks down into a chair as she hears the familiar whoosh of the fireplace and beginning small-talk.
"Honestly… every time anything needs to happen, we have to fight about it!" Molly mutters, picking up her wand and pointing it at the knitting, which had stopped while she wasn't paying attention. The clickety-clack of the knitting resumes and she absently casts a char on the iron and board, directing the clothes to fold once they'd been ironed. She shakes her head, makes a 'tsk' noise, and moves into the kitchen directing her wand so that different items fly from their original position, to whatever she wishes, and back again.
Absently, she directs the mixing and baking and sizzling of various food items. Her mind travels elsewhere, as one's mind does when a thing is easy and you've done it countless times. She doesn't notice that, in the sitting room, the needles have stopped clicking and the clothes have stopped folding, and the iron and board have stopped ironing. Lost in her own thoughts, she sighs and it seems as though all the years come to sit on her shoulders as she slumps a bit lower. She looks older sad and less fierce- more defeated.
"Molly?" Comes a voice from the doorway. Molly sniffs quickly and wipes away a single tear as her husband walks over slowly and folds her into his arms from the back, leaning over her shoulder for a kiss. "I'm sorry, love. It's all taken care of. Well… What do I pack?" Molly turns, smiling.
"I'm sorry too Arthur… I'll pack for you, I think, that way you won't forget anything." His wife winks at him, kisses him lightly on the cheek and saves something from burning before pointing her wand threateningly at the knitting and clothes. Arthur pushes her wand arm down, wrapping his own arm around her and kissing her sweetly and with the love of a long marriage.
"Hey, is everything all right, I heard shou- Ugh! Mum!" Interrupts a lightly cracking voice of a pre-teenage boy. "That's disgusting! Get a room!" The almost tall and already gangly red-haired twelve-year-old in the doorway thinks for a moment, then adds, "Wait, no- don't! Ugh…" He shudders and Arthur and Molly look at each other, laughing quietly before the six other bright red haired children flood into the room, ready for a meal and Arthur's good news.
This is primarily fluff because they're parental figures. And... Ugh, I just don't want to even think about that... Reviews = Loooooove~!