[Spring 1968]
For Arthur, the only thing better than Muggle Studies was studying Molly Prewett. They had been dating for nearly three years, and yet still he was fascinated by her. She was more complicated than an electrical outlet - and with more of a spark, too.
They had a special place at the far side of the lake, a nook just for the two of them where secrets passed back and forth and he knew her better than anyone. That's where they were today, in April of their seventh year, as he held Molly Prewett in his arms and studied her.
Suddenly, as the breeze caused ripples in the lake, he pulled away from her and reached for his wand. Underneath this sunlight, everything was perfect, and this was the moment. Arthur didn't want extravagant magic; it would take away from the magic that was MollyandArthur. He only conjured a bouquet of flowers.
"Molly, you have the better part of me. You always have and always will. You are the better part of me."
"Arthur, please-"
"You know I'm right." He could feel the sparkle in his eye when he spoke. It was one of the only things he was ever right about. "I know I'm taking control, asking too much of you, Molly. I'm risking my heart for you, but a heart that isn't worth breaking isn't worth anything."
"Arthur, what are you-"
"Molly Prewett, will you marry me?"
"I- yes! Of course!" She kissed him and pulled away, looking suddenly distraught. "It's just... I don't think I can tell my parents yet. I can already hear my mum saying we're too young."
"Do you think we are?"
"You were meant for me. Age has nothing to do with it."
Word Count: 290
For the Globetrotter Drabble Competition (London).
For the Song Fic Boot Camp with the song "You Belong Here" by Anberlin and the prompt Muggle Studies.