No man is worth your tears, and when you find the man who is, he'll never make you cry.

Chapter One:

A young women, probably in her fifth year, hung back silently after the sorting. The Great Hall fell surprisingly silent, and soon, very few people were left around except for a couple young men, most of them Slytherin, and one Gryffindor. The prefects and the Head Girl and Boy were talking quietly in a distant corner. All the teachers except for Professor Mcgonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Dumbledore were gone. Professor Mcgonagall talked quietly to the prefects and Professor Dumbledore and Snape were talking brightly about something that nobody else payed attention to.

She timidly walked over to the Gryffindor, aiming at speaking, but somebody else spoke first.

"Oh, little Molly Prewitt. Hanging around because she has no friends!" The Slytherins jeered and laughed.

Turning red, Molly looked down. The other Gryffindor snapped, "Put a cork in it or I'll hex you!"

"Well, well. If it isn't my old friend Arthur! Why would you hex us? Why would you care about this little girl? She's just a stupid fifth year!" A pretty Slytherin girl smiled seductively.

Arthur looked uncomfortable. "Bellatrix, stop. She's in my House."

Molly took a step back nervously, knowing her ears were red and her eyes were blurry. Arthur refused to look at any of them.

"Oh, is that why? Well, if you insist, we promise to leave her alone," Bellatrix giggled.

"No, Bellatrix, I mean it. Leave her alone."

A Slytherin boy laughed, "Have a soft spot for Prewitt?"

Molly's eyes widened. Arthur flushed.

Bellatrix giggled and murmured seductively, "Fine, Arthur. You know we won't hurt her."

"Don't lie to me." Arthur growled.

She laughed. "Go back to your mudblo-er, muggle obsession."

Arthur glared and muttered to Molly. "Come on, girl. You'd better get to your dorms before you cause any more trouble."

She followed him like a puppy would follow its master. "I'm sorry if I caused trouble."

"It's no problem. Watch your back, girl. You're just a little fifth year that they aren't afraid to bother because you are sweet and innocent."

She folded her arms crossly and stopped. He stopped to wait.

"My name is Molly. Stop calling me 'girl'. And I'm not little. I'm just younger than you!"

Arthur looked at her thoughtfully, as if trying to decide whether to glare or not. "Okay, Molly. I'm just warning you."

"Why do they hate me?" she asked.

His eyes narrowed. "Bellatrix is jealous."

"Why?"

"Because you're a pretty fifth year girl that gets a lot of attention."

She muffled a gasp of shock and parted to her dormitory.

"Molly, wait."

She turned to see Arthur looking at her with a worried expression.

"Molly, do you promise you'll look out for yourself?"

"Why do you care? You're just a sixth year that didn't know me or care for me before!"

Molly whipped around and rushed away, flustered and embarrassed. This was Arthur Weasley, the muggle geek and a sixth year. She had no reason to like him, even if he acted like he cared for her. She ducked out of sight, wishing she hadn't yelled at him.

Her soft white mattress was comforting when she lied down and closed her eyes, but all too soon, she was shaken awake and told by her friend that it was time to go to breakfast.