Author's Note: Thank you for reviewing this story! I got on jkrowling.com just after I posted this story, and found out that, on the site, JKR said that Molly's maiden name was Prewett (yes, she has lost relatives to Mr. Flight-of-Death.) So, I've decided to change it.
"Arthur Weasley! Molly Prewett!" Professsor McGonagall shouted. "Just what precicely were you thinking? You are seventh-year students! You simply must set a better example." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sighed. September second, and she had already caught the pair snogging in the corridor.
"Weasley." Molly said, firmly.
"Pardon?" McGonagall asked, sternly. For some undiscernable reason, Arthur Weasley was grinning like an idiot.
"It's Molly Weasley. Arthur and I eloped this summer."
"You what?" Minerva gasped. Of all the hairbrained stunts her students had pulled over the past eight years, this one took the cake. Perhaps it made off with the entire bakery.
"We got married over the summer," the young Mr. Weasley confirmed.
"Well then, I suppose this isn't as simple as a short lecture and the deduction of a few house points, is it?" she replied sternly. "We will have to take this to Professor Dumbledore."
Molly reached for Arthur's hand as their head of house led them to the Deputy Headmaster's office. She wasn't really afraid, Dumbledore was probably the most understanding teacher at the school, but it was alright if her husband thought she was. The Transfiguration Professor's office was cluttered as usual. His phoenix, Fawkes, landed on one of many perches obviously set out for him and chirped a greeting.
"Hello, Fawkes." McGonagall smiled absentmindedly. Molly smiled and waved at the beautiful bird. "Professor Dumbledore?" Dumbledore was completely engrossed in his reading, and therefore did not hear her. "Albus!" McGonagall exclaimed, a bit louder. "If you don't stop ignoring me, I will make sure you do not taste another Sherbert Lemon until the Summer holidays." This got his attention.
"What?" he exclaimed, slamming his book shut. "What's wrong Minerva?"
"We seem to have a bit of a situation on our hands. It appears that these two," She gestured to the offending parties. Arthur turned red and looked at the floor. "eloped over the summer. How do you propose we handle it?"
Dumbledore pondered this for several moments. He had to admit, it was a situation he had never before encountered. "Let's see," he wondered aloud. Turning toward the Weasleys he said, "You are still students at this school, and therefore must continue to behave as such. The same rules concerning physical affection still apply in public." He smiled at the peculiar shade of red Arthur's face had turned. Professor McGonagall's eyes were wide. "Also, I will not authorize a change in sleeping arrangements, as it would be too inconvienient for the House Elves to accomodate. Please be discreet." McGonagall looked positively scandalized. Arthur's face now matched his hair, and Molly felt a tinge in her own cheeks as well. Had he just.... Not Professor Dumbledore! "I believe then, that will be all." He nodded in satisfaction, and returned to his book.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher exited as quickly as dignifiedly possible. Molly and Arthur also heeded the obvious dismissal, and headed in the opposite direction.
"Well then," Arthur said, "That didn't go too badly at all."
"Arthur Weasley! Molly Prewett!" Professsor McGonagall shouted. "Just what precicely were you thinking? You are seventh-year students! You simply must set a better example." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sighed. September second, and she had already caught the pair snogging in the corridor.
"Weasley." Molly said, firmly.
"Pardon?" McGonagall asked, sternly. For some undiscernable reason, Arthur Weasley was grinning like an idiot.
"It's Molly Weasley. Arthur and I eloped this summer."
"You what?" Minerva gasped. Of all the hairbrained stunts her students had pulled over the past eight years, this one took the cake. Perhaps it made off with the entire bakery.
"We got married over the summer," the young Mr. Weasley confirmed.
"Well then, I suppose this isn't as simple as a short lecture and the deduction of a few house points, is it?" she replied sternly. "We will have to take this to Professor Dumbledore."
Molly reached for Arthur's hand as their head of house led them to the Deputy Headmaster's office. She wasn't really afraid, Dumbledore was probably the most understanding teacher at the school, but it was alright if her husband thought she was. The Transfiguration Professor's office was cluttered as usual. His phoenix, Fawkes, landed on one of many perches obviously set out for him and chirped a greeting.
"Hello, Fawkes." McGonagall smiled absentmindedly. Molly smiled and waved at the beautiful bird. "Professor Dumbledore?" Dumbledore was completely engrossed in his reading, and therefore did not hear her. "Albus!" McGonagall exclaimed, a bit louder. "If you don't stop ignoring me, I will make sure you do not taste another Sherbert Lemon until the Summer holidays." This got his attention.
"What?" he exclaimed, slamming his book shut. "What's wrong Minerva?"
"We seem to have a bit of a situation on our hands. It appears that these two," She gestured to the offending parties. Arthur turned red and looked at the floor. "eloped over the summer. How do you propose we handle it?"
Dumbledore pondered this for several moments. He had to admit, it was a situation he had never before encountered. "Let's see," he wondered aloud. Turning toward the Weasleys he said, "You are still students at this school, and therefore must continue to behave as such. The same rules concerning physical affection still apply in public." He smiled at the peculiar shade of red Arthur's face had turned. Professor McGonagall's eyes were wide. "Also, I will not authorize a change in sleeping arrangements, as it would be too inconvienient for the House Elves to accomodate. Please be discreet." McGonagall looked positively scandalized. Arthur's face now matched his hair, and Molly felt a tinge in her own cheeks as well. Had he just.... Not Professor Dumbledore! "I believe then, that will be all." He nodded in satisfaction, and returned to his book.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher exited as quickly as dignifiedly possible. Molly and Arthur also heeded the obvious dismissal, and headed in the opposite direction.
"Well then," Arthur said, "That didn't go too badly at all."