In this story Molly is 35, going on 36, and the year is 2038.
Molly Weasley had never been one for romance. She was Percy Weasley's daughter through and through complete with Ministerial ambitions. Molly had a five (more like twenty) year plan and she never once deviated from that plan: go to Hogwarts (Slytherin), be a prefect 5th and 6th year, Head Girl, use family name to get a good job in the Ministry (assistant to Head Auror, Uncle Harry), become Mistress (she refused to be addressed as Minister) for Magic by age 45, and then if the right person came along she might consider getting married.
Everything was going according to Molly's plan until she met Brandon Waters. At the time Molly was in charge of overseeing all of Minister Shacklebolt's international business (she spoke several languages) and she was in the middle of coordinating a huge trip to America when she met him. He was the liaison for the American Ministry of Magic and he was the most handsome man Molly had ever met (not that she notices things like that).
Brandon heckles her for a date telling her that her hair was beautiful and he just couldn't pass up the chance to get to know a beautiful redhead. She blushes (don't tell her cousins) and agrees just so he will leave her alone (and because he was so handsome). He picks her up on a Friday, a bouquet of bright wildflowers in his hand and grin on his face, "These are for your office," he explains, "it needed some color. You're too bright for an office so dim."
Maybe romance isn't so bad after all, she muses as she links her arm through his.