Of snakes and love
Arthur paced the lonely corridor of the Department of Mysteries. He was bored and unhappy and tired and hungry.
Chuckling softly, he realised he sounded very much like his younger sons. Molly would laugh and wag her finger in front of his face. It was pleasant to think of his wife. After all today had actually been their 24th wedding anniversary. Molly had not been too pleased to be informed that Arthur would subbing for Podmore.
Both Arthur and Molly were very frustrated because the Order kept them apart for most time. At night Arthur or Molly had guard duty and during the day Arthur had to work. The nights they were both at Grimmauld Place Nr. 12 they were kept busy with Order meetings or talks with some of the members until they were too exhausted to do much more then fall into their pillows and right into Morpheus' arms.
This morning while Molly had made breakfast, Arthur had crept up behind her and encircled her waist with his arms. Molly had shrieked and whirled around, finding herself only inches from Arthur's lips. He bent over and placed soft lips on her plush lips. Their kiss soon deepened and became more heated while Arthur's hands roamed over her backside and hips.
"Happy anniversary, darling", he whispered into her ear after coming up for air.
She had purred appreciatively and rubbed her body seductively against his. Arthur felt himself respond to his wife's ministrations.
"As much as I love where this is headed, I must tell you to stop. Work is calling", muttered Arthur into Molly's hair.
She only smiled sweetly and unbuttoned the top of Arthur's shirt, exposing his skin to her hot mouth. Arthur closed his eyes and moaned into the crevice on her neck
"Can't you call work and tell them you're sick?" she asked smoothly, stroking his chest and arms, smiling up at him provocatively.
Arthur had chuckled and cursed his work but told Molly to make it up to her later. And then Albus had contacted him and told him he was the only one available for guard duty.
So now he was pacing the dark corridors, hoping Molly would wait up for him. He so wanted to ravish his wife completely and finish what he had left undone this morning, and he felt so horrible for doing so...for leaving her. But there had been no other option, he needed to work, or he'd be fired...and although in his eyes his wife was more important, she wasn't in a life threatening situation and therefore, he couldn't miss work. Again, he cursed it.
Soon, he became so bored, the only leave was sleep, and it began calling his name prominently. He figured it couldn't hurt, and meanwhile, he could dream of Molly. He set up charms around him to him and the door safe and untouched, as he fell into sleep peacefully and quickly.
He dreamt solely of Molly.
The dream had not lasted though, and it had turned quickly for the worst, him and Molly had been together, but just as she sat on top of him, seducing him lovingly, it had begun to hurt...the dream continued...and it hurt more. Why would she hurt him? How could she hurt him? He could only moan her name, falling from sleep and into reality he realized Molly had not been hurting him, and in horror he looked around himself and at the floor.
Blood pooled around him, and entranced him in a fear that had come true...he wasn't strong enough, rich enough, handsome enough, or as equipped for this job or Molly. The other order members wouldn't have fallen asleep...They wouldn't have done this. He cursed himself violently, though immediately took it back...He should be saying his last prayers, correct? Begging God for forgiveness...he didn't want to die...but what if he did? His eyes became heavy, lips and throat try, stomach churning and face beat red and hot....feverish.
He felt something much stronger than him latch hold of him and he was thrown a few meters away and he noted the chunk of skin that was missing thanks to the creature. More blood flowed out of him, more venom flowed inside him, more pain swept over him, and the creature slithered away. The snake left as Arthur fell into shock, his convulsions and begging took his blood pressure to sky rocketing levels as he focused solely on Molly...
How would she ever forgive him? He had made a horrible mistake...and all that was on his mind now was getting home to her...but he couldn't do that...the pain....pain...it burned, it itched, it ache and he could do nothing about it but lie there, and die.