Pairing; TeddyMolly prompts; what is the definition of affair?
a/n; This is a piece I've had written for a while, it's posted up on the next-gen Drabble Tag, in Amy's 'Next-gen Fanatic' forum. Dedicated to mittens, for giving me the prompts.
She's waiting outside his door in the rain, invisible and silent. She can hear Lily inside, sweet darling Lily, carefully wrapping Molly's boy around her finger with a flutter of mascara-coated-eyelashes.
She watches as Lily floats out through the rain and then pulls the door shut behind her as she ushers Teddy back into the house.
"Molly…" he feigns surprise, but he's not really. He knew she was there (just like he always does really, but she ignores that thought), and she knew she was welcome so much more than choking flowers or desperate victories.
She takes his hand and leads him over to the couch, smiling up at him from eyes that might once have been innocent, framed by lashes only a touch shorter than Lily's.
He gives in and smiles that half-smile that causes the world to kind-of-melt (with fireworks to rival Uncle George's), and she grins, dragging him over to the couch to put on one of those old muggle movies Lily has no time for.
…
"We're doing this all wrong, y'know." He says, holding her against him as they lie curled up on the couch.
"How?" she asks, curious, but not enough to sit up. It's much too comfortable (and that would worry some people, but this is Molly and this is Teddy, kay? They don't worry for anyone).
"We're having an affair, and in complete secrecy you enter my house to convince me to commit some act of horrendous infidelity that will scar my conscience forever and possibly cause a scandal, and we watch a muggle movie instead? That doesn't quite seem like the definition of 'affair'."
She laughs and cranes her head back to see his face. He's smiling that half-smile again and she turns back to the muggle contraption, asking in that (bitter)sweet tone, "What is the definition of affair, then?"
He doesn't answer, but she didn't expect him to, because she's been asking herself that for years (and hasn't come up with anything, but it's probablycertainlydefinitely not this).
She doesn't mind, because this (whatever wrong, stupid thing it is) is perfect for now, and who cares what the dictionary says anyway?
This is Molly and this is Teddy, and they're not about to change for the world.
r&r?
