This is for the "Gift-Giving Challenge."
Ever since he had laid eyes on her, Arthur Weasley couldn't help but to love how curvy Molly Prewett was. A woman with an ample bosom and a shapely behind, which Molly had, is what a guy, like him, considered 'attractive.' Mind you, it was programmed into boy's minds to feel attracted to curvaceous women. The thing about Arthur, though, was that once he had found Molly, he realized that no one could ever live up to her amazing example; helping him make the decision he had made.
.:.
"Molls, could you come here?" Arthur called, a grin flickering across his lips.
"Arthur, I'm making dinner!" Molly screeched in annoyance. Having just moved in with her boyfriend of two years (they had graduated only a mere day and a half before), she wasn't expecting the standards of a household wife, soon to-be full-time healer, to be so high.
"Molly Prewett, why are you so stubborn?" Arthur asked as he casually walked into the kitchen, his girlfriend's present in his back pocket.
"Me…the stubborn one?" Molly laughed as she turned her attention from the boiling pot on the stove to her boyfriend.
"Yes, very," Arthur laughed as he moved closer to Molly. "Anyways, I have a present for you," he added with a smirk.
"What would this present be?" Molly asked, searching for any sign of what she could be getting. She started to get nervous when she noticed that he held nothing in his hands. What could he possibly give her that was too small for her to see?
Taking what Molly said as a queue, Arthur reached into his back pocket and grabbed the thong. He than nervously handed it to Molly, hoping she wouldn't take it offensively. He wasn't quite sure how Molly would react to getting a thong. Though, there was a logical reason why he had gotten it for her. A thong, in his opinion, would fluctuate the size of her ample behind.
"You got me a thong?" Molly asked when she finally realized what Arthur had in his hand, laughing hysterically shortly after. Of all the things he could get her, he would get a thong. Seeing Molly laugh, Arthur smiled in relief. He was happy, yet a little bit surprised, that she hadn't taken it personally. He would have thought, with her temper and all, that she would take offense to it. But then again, he never really knew with her. "I love you, Arthur Weasley," she stated after her bout of laughter, a smile still gracing her plump lips.
"I love you, too, Molly Prewett," Arthur replied as he took a step forward, wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, kissing her passionately.