Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: These will be seven one-shots of the seven canon love-stories of the Weasley family. You'll find Arthur and Molly, Bill and Fleur, Percy and Penelope, Fred and Angelina, George and the Muggle girl at the paper shop (hey! Don't look at me like that, that's the only canon love that George has!), Ron and Hermione (forget Won-Won and Lav-Lav…) and Harry and Ginny (yeah, Neville, Michael, Dean who?). I'm terribly sorry but I think that Charlie doesn't have much social life love life in Romania; so he isn't included in these stories. Since these are all one-shots, you can also chose the pairing that you like most and read only that story. The background is that of Bill and Fleur's upcoming wedding, and there's fluffiness galore, so be aware! Anyway, I hope you'll like them.

To Danii: Thanks a lot for editing this first one-shot. I really appreciated your work and your comments.

Arthur & Molly

Molly turned the pages of the book that lay in her lap lazily, murmuring, snorting, and laughing every now and then as her eyes scanned every word. She pulled the covers up to her chest a little more because, even if it was June, thanks to Voldemort and his love for cold rain and cloudy days, the temperatures were well below the seasonal average.

She heard a loud bang and someone screaming in English, and then someone else screaming in French joined the first in one of the rooms downstairs. But she didn't even raise her eyes from the book. She tried to close the image of Fleur out of her mind, who was certainly having another of her little nervous fights with Hermione's bushy hair, and Hermione, who was certainly trying to remain calm, for hexing the bride the day before a wedding was definitely not an option.

A small smile formed on her mouth and a sigh escaped her lips as she heard some steps on the stairs; she hoped that the steps would pass by her door, but they didn't. She also hoped that he wouldn't knock, and he didn't.

The door opened slowly and Arthur appeared at the door. He glanced at Molly, checking if she was still awake, and smiled when his eyes met hers.

"Fleur is still making a fuss about Hermione's hair," he said, hanging his hat on a nail in the wall.

"I heard her," answered Molly, smiling. "I really hoped that it was you, Arthur. I couldn't have taken seeing her again today."

Arthur smiled back, loosening his tie. "I thought you said that she was just the perfect girl for Bill," he said.

"Did I?" asked Molly vaguely. "Was that after the incident with Greyback?"

Arthur nodded.

"Well, she's the perfect girl for Bill, but that doesn't mean she isn't still a very silly person sometimes," stated Molly, closing the book she held.

"Sometimes?" asked Arthur, amused.

Molly sighed. "Always."

Arthur grinned.

"So how was work, Arthur?" asked Molly, re-opening her book and glancing down at it again.

"Not very good," he answered vaguely. "We lost a man today."

Molly's eyes darted towards him. He was unbuttoning his shirt and in the meantime, looking for his pyjamas around the bedroom. He seemed calm, as if he had just spoken about the weather.

"Arthur, that's terrible," she whispered.

"I know," he replied softly.

"Was it someone I knew?"

Arthur shook his head while he changed from his trousers into his pyjamas. "I'll be right back," he said, entering the bathroom.

Molly nodded, mostly to herself, since Arthur had already disappeared behind the door. She sighed and closed the book another time, staring in front of her.

Someone was dead at the Ministry, and Arthur was acting as though nothing had happened. She knew that he was tired of what he was doing, and disheartened in the face of the Ministry's actions, but he didn't want to worry her, especially not the day before their son's wedding.

The door of the bathroom opened again and Arthur walked into the bedroom, snapping Molly out of her thoughts. "I think I should repair that pipe, it's still leaking water," he murmured, changing the subject.

Arthur pushed away the covers from his part of the bed and sat on the mattress. He slid his feet out of his slippers and placed them tidily next to the bedside table.

He turned towards the end of the bed and raised the covers to let his feet slip under them, his cold feet brushing slightly against Molly's warm ones. He lay down, covered himself to his chest and, closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

He sensed Molly turning towards her own bedside table and putting down the book she was reading. Then, through his lowered eyelid, Arthur was vaguely aware that she had turned off the light in the bedroom.

Molly's warm feet touched his; she brushed her silky ones against his. "I'll warm you," she offered sweetly, and he was grateful to her since he knew how she hated the cold.

Molly's hand sneaked up his chest and came to rest near his neck, while Arthur felt her head, populated with hard rollers, leaning painfully against his right arm.

"Molly, what do you-?" Arthur stretched out an arm and touched her hair, fitting his fingers into her rollers.

"Arthur, no!" she said frantically, moving away. "It took me ages to fix them."

"Oh, sorry, Mollywobbles. I don't notice them when I look at you," he answered, smiling a little.

Molly sighed. She leant again towards her husband's arm, but this time he moved a little forward, making her, and himself, more comfortable. Arthur brought down his hand and took Molly's in his. He brought her soft and plump fingers to his mouth and kissed her tenderly.

As an answer, Molly wriggled closer to him and hugged him with her other arm.

"What were you reading?" he asked her softly.

Molly shrugged. "Just a book about being a good mother-in-law that I found in the attic," she said vaguely.

"In the attic?"

"Yes, it's quite old, but mothers-in-law don't change much, do they? We just have to be nice towards the wife of our son, without being too accommodating," she said seriously.

"Are you quoting that book, Molly?" asked Arthur, amused.

"Just a bit," she confessed. "Oh, Arthur, I'm so scared for tomorrow," she added, burying her face in the covers.

Arthur patted her gently on her back. "Come now, Molly, what are you afraid of? You will be the best mother-in-law to have walked this earth. Fleur is lucky to have you."

"I'm not afraid of that," she muttered. "I'm afraid of losing Bill."

"Molly, darling, you won't lose Bill."

"He'll go to live in France," replied Molly, her voice wobbling.

"It would be safer there than here," said Arthur seriously. "And even if does he go, we always have other six children. It's not exactly like we'll miss just one…"

"Arthur!" exclaimed Molly indignantly.

Arthur hugged her tighter. "I was just joking, Mollywobbles," he whispered into her ear. "Of course we would miss Bill."

Molly sighed. "I'm not against him getting married, Arthur. I was just wondering if they couldn't have waited a little bit."

"Bill is older than I was when we got married, and even Fleur is older than you were," pointed out Arthur.

"Fleur is younger than Percy, and Percy isn't getting married," answered Molly.

"Molly, Bill and Fleur are also both younger than Remus, and it doesn't look like Remus is going to marry Nymphadora anytime soon," answered Arthur, smiling.

"Well, Remus is too old and Bill and Fleur are too young. What was the problem with waiting another couple of years?" replied Molly grumpily.

"You won't talk like this when they bring you your first grandchild," said Arthur amused. Molly didn't answer, and for a moment he thought that she was too upset to even put a sentence together. He regretted having talked about grandchildren.

Then he heard her sigh. "I'm afraid you're right," she said. "Their children will be beautiful and I won't be able to not love them."

"How many people are going to be here tomorrow?" asked Arthur, and from his voice, Molly understood that he was already slipping into Orpheus' arms.

"A lot, more than this house has ever seen, and that says a lot in itself," said Molly. "Fleur's parents will arrive tomorrow morning with all her other relatives. If they are all like her, I think that I'll need to keep some headache potion at the ready."

"Oh, Molly!" exclaimed Arthur, opening his eyes at once in the dark. "They can't be that bad, can they?"

"Fleur is only a quarter part Veela. Her mother is half Veela, she'll be the worst," said Molly knowingly.

"Yes." He had read somewhere: 'Always agree with your wife, especially when she's upset.' He hoped he hadn't read it in one of Lockhart's books that were spread across the Burrow.

"Arthur?" asked Molly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you think I'm still as pretty as I was the day we met?" she asked, her voice trembling a bit for the shame that at her age, she was still worried about her appearance.

Arthur didn't answer immediately. He took a moment to find the right answer to give her. It was that that troubled her? No, of course it wasn't. She just needed to feel loved, she just needed him to stay with her. She was a woman with seven children and one daughter-in-law-to-be.

"No," he answered calmly. He couldn't lie to her.

Molly pushed him away instinctively. "Oh," she murmured. "Oh, well, I knew. After all, I'm going on sixty and-"

"No, Molly. You are even prettier than the first time we met. You are beautiful, and ageing with you is the best thing that could have happened to me," he answered sweetly.

"Oh, Arthur," she murmured as she lay next to him. He couldn't see her in the darkness, but from the sudden heat that was coming out of her, he was sure she was blushing.

"And you are the most handsome man I've ever met."

"More handsome than Gilderoy Lockhart?" he asked, amused.

Molly took a while before she answered him. "Yes," she stated simply.

Arthur laughed softly and bent over her, kissing her temple. "I love you, Molly."

"I love you too, Arthur," she answered. "And I swear you're really more handsome than Lockhart."