The Proposal
Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett were madly in love with each other. That was one of the few things Arthur was sure of anymore. He walked in the park; one hand in the hand of his girlfriend, the other, in his pocket, making sure the crushed velvet box was still there.
"Molly," he said trying to get her attention.
"Yes, love?" she responded, her chocolate eyes glittering in the twilight.
"Why don't we sit down for a moment?" he questioned, inviting her to sit down on a nearby bench. Molly happily accepted the invitation. "Molly, you know I love you don't you?" he asked her smiling, but in truth, it was more of a statement.
Molly laughed her bubbly laugh, "Of course Arthur, and I love you too."
In that moment Arthur's blue eyes met Molly's brown ones, and he summoned all his Gryffindor courage.
He grasped her hands in his. "Molly, I know that everything isn't exactly perfect and safe in the world right now. I know there's a war coming. I know that I can get through this with you by my side. I'm a simple man, Molly; I can't give all the gold in Gringotts, but I can give you my heart. I love you," Arthur released Molly's hands, got down on one knee, and pulled out the box. Inside the black, crushed velvet box, was a simple gold band, with a single diamond in the center of it. "Molly Gwendolyn Prewett, will you make me the single happiest man in the world, and marry me?"
At this point, Molly could no longer suppress the tears of joy, she was crying freely. "Oh Arthur, Yes! Yes! A million times yes!" she exclaimed before launching herself on to the now raised and beaming Arthur.
He twirled her around before kissing her. It was the first in a long line of kisses that let them tell each other, wordlessly, 'You are my soul mate, and I could never live without you.'