"Arthur Weasley, you give me that back, right now!" Molly Prewett brandished a spatula at Arthur, who was clinging onto the chocolate muffin for dear life. How dare he steal some of her muffins? It was hard enough getting the house elves to allow her to cook in the kitchens, and he had the nerve to go and steal them!
"No! Never!" He shouted, putting the muffin close to his lips, "You'll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers!"
"That can be arranged!" She shouted in a similar fashion, throwing the spatula at him and just missing his head by a few inches. Within seconds, she had whipped out her wand, stepping closer to him.
"Never!" He screamed, forcing the entire muffin into his mouth and eating it as quickly as humanly possible, getting chocolate icing all over his face, even getting some in his tomato red hair. Molly screamed, putting her wand at his throat angrily. He ate HER MUFFIN without ASKING!
"You apologise, RIGHT NOW!" She pushed her wand into his throat, her body inches from his. It was strange, Molly thought, to be this close to someone she thought was absolutely vile. Arthur Weasley would apologise, she told herself.
"Actually, I'm not going to apologise for something so delicious." He brushed his lips against hers, putting his hands almost delicately on her shoulders and moving her to the side before running away, leaving a very stunned Molly Prewett standing in the corner.
Molly Prewett ran through the muddy field, the hem of her robes getting all dirty and wet. Arthur Weasley was a few metres in front of her, shouting at the top of his lungs. Molly threw whatever she could at him, her wet hair forming curls that clung to her face.
"Arthur! You come back here right now!" She screamed, lunging and forcing him down onto the ground, mud flying up into the air and covering her. Not that she minded, although the house elves would be angry that she'd gotten her robes all horrid and dirty.
"Apologise, now!" She put her wand to the back of his neck, sitting on him with a smile, not that he could see it. He made a muffled yell, and she pulled his head up, putting her cheek next to his.
"What was that, Arthur?" She smirked, enjoying the feel of his hair against her hand, it was soft and prickly at the same time, tickling her hand very slightly.
"I'm NOT sorry!" He shouted into her ear, and she put her knees into the mud, sitting up for a short moment, turning Arthur over so he lay on his back. All his hair was getting covered in mud, and his face was now a nice shade of brown. She wiped his mouth on her robes, roughly pressing her lips to his, holding him down in the mud.
"Apologise now?" She questioned, and he quickly pushed her over, so that he was the one straddling her, and she was in the mud.
"Don't think so." He smirked, getting off her and running off towards the castle.
Molly Weasley pried Arthur's book on Muggle Studies out of his hand, holding it close to her chest with a defiant grin on her face. He looked up at her, still sitting down at the table, watching her every move. She had let her hair out, an occurrence that Arthur couldn't help but enjoy.
"Are you ready to apologise yet?" Molly narrowed her eyes as Arthur stood up, standing awfully close to her. Too close, she thought to herself. Without warning, he put his arms around her, not that she pulled away.
"Arthur Weasley, what on Earth are you doing?" She raised an eyebrow, looking up into his brown eyes curiously. He pushed a lock of red hair out of her face with his hand, shrugging.
"I apologise, for liking you." He caught her lips in a kiss, one that sent wolf-whistles through Gryffindor Tower and had people running down to the other common rooms to spread the news.
Molly Prewett liked Arthur Weasley, and he liked her back.