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A/N: Thank you to my wonderful reviewers. Short, one-shot fic.
Dancing With Molly
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a good dancer, Harry dear?"
He blushed.
"You're the third; Hermione at her and Ron's wedding, Ginny the night I proposed, and then you just now. I really don't dance often."
"You should, Harry dear. You're quite good at this. Even better than Arthur, I'd say," the woman replied with a smile.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." He had seen both Arthur and Molly dancing before, and they were both much better than he was.
"None of this 'Mrs. Weasley' nonsense. We're family now, dear; call me Molly." Nothing was said for a short amount of time.
"I finally get to add you onto the family clock," the woman said with pride. "Been wanting to do that for ages."
"I-I don't know what to say," Harry stuttered. "Thank you."
"You've always been family, dear. Now it's official."
"I've always thought of you as a second mum," Harry said,smiling.
"Really, Harry dear?" She seemed honoured just by the thought of it.
"Of course, Molly. You've always been my family."
"Do you mind if I cut in?" asked Arthur.
"If you'll please excuse me, Molly? I think Ginny needs to be saved from Neville's feet."
"You go right ahead. Dance with your wife."
Harry smiled the largest smile that anyone had ever seen on him at those words. "My wife," he repeated to himself in a happy daze, before drifting off to find her.
"Harry and I just had the most wonderful conversation, Arthur…"
I know this fic is really short, and if I could make it longer I would, but I just can't. The whole thing just screamed "Stop here!"