Disclaimer: *singing* If you don't own Harry Potter clap your hands *clap clap*
A/N: So yes here you go, my Molly oneshot. It is the same Molly who appears in my Rose/Scorpius multichap story "No Point Crying Over Spilt Potion" but you don't have to read that to understand this, of course I'd love it if you checked it out! This wasn't planned in anyway, but I wrote Molly into that story and wondered why she was like she was, and what her story was. I couldn't get it out of my head, and so this appeared. It's very short, not my usual style and a bit sappy at the end, but as always, tell me what you think! Also, hooray for extended metaphors!
Molly Weasley liked books. Ask anyone whether they knew Molly Weasley and you'd get the same answer, "Oh, *insert more gregarious and outgoing cousin's name here* 's cousin, the one who's always reading a book?"
If Molly herself was a book, it would be open constantly on the same page. It would be a nice page, full of friendship and family but even she would admit, not a lot would happen. No exciting plot twists, no passionate romances, no exciting adventures, and it was always the same page. But for a while that was the way she liked it.
She got excitement through the books she read, the passion, the fun and the adventure in the worn pages of her beloved volumes. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeve like many of her cousins, who were all fire and temper. She sat back, watching with her books, but when most people thought she was oblivious to her surroundings, she was acutely aware of the people around her and understood their relations better than they probably did. Like she knew that Scorpius and Rose were crazy about each other before they'd even admitted to themselves that they liked each other. And she knew about the one boy that broke both Roxy's and Dominque's heart, the heartache they kept secret from everyone under their flirtatious and blasé exteriors.
But it also made her aware of how her cousins' and friends' books seemed to flip through their pages, constantly on new chapters, and she began to feel as though she needed to continue with her own book. But she felt stuck on her page. Her comfortable and happy but ultimately repetitive page. She had spent so long on the same one; it felt as if she had forgotten how to turn pages. She needed help.
Help, unexpectedly, came in the form of a boy. Lorcan Scamander, a friend of the general Weasley clan, seemed far too in his own world to notice anyone. But he noticed Molly. He saw Molly underneath the "Molly Weasley, So-and-so's cousin who likes books". And he was determined to pull her out, turn her page and welcome her to his own story, a book of dreams, colour and adventure.
It is typical of perceptive people to have no clue of their own admirers and lives even when they spend so much time understanding others. And such was the case for Molly. She didn't notice the dreamy boy, weaving his presence through the carefully constructed page of her book, getting closer and closer to its heart until one day, when he asked her a question.
"Molly, would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me?"
She was tempted to decline, to stay safely on her page, to keep experiencing life only through characters of her books. But she knew it was time.
"Yes."
And with Lorcan by her side, promising adventure and excitement, she turned the page.