Rebuilding hadn't taken long, considering magic helped so very much, but the Burrow was still tinted and smelled with fire and burn marks. Molly couldn't stare at the walls for more then 5 seconds without bursting into tears and Arthur tried comforting her, but it didn't help evertime..mostly, she went up to their bedroom on her own and sobbed...Arthur didn't understand why though, usually, she liked him to stay close to her when she was grieving or needed him.
He supposed, then, he was foolish to think she needed him now.
"Molly?" he asked her quietly one night while they were in bed and she sighed, grumbling...she had been so close to sleep.
"Yes, Arthur?"
"Why haven't you been talking to me?"
"You can't be serious? You've been working overtime, I've been fixing the house, and you haven't talked to me either!" she replied, suddenly fuming.
"What!? Molly, I've been helping with the burrow too and you haven't talked either, as I just stated!"
"Ok,ok....i know...I'm sorry I just....I haven't been thinking straight, I suppose. We almost lost our house, see and we could've lost each other if you haven't noticed!" He stood violently and threw back his covers.
"Well then if one of us were to die tomorrow I guess it would help the one left behind to say we haven't talked in weeks!" he hissed, grabbing his blanket and walking downstairs. Molly got up and ran down the stairs after him, grabbing his arm.
"Arthur...please stop? Please don't yell? Everyone is sleeping can't we just talk?"
"You were yelling to,Mollywobbles." he replied and she nodded.
"Arthur, I love you...." he pulled her close, dropping his blanket as they stood in the hallway. He shivered from standing in his boxers and she shivered because she usually slept in nothing but a bra and underwear. Though, she shivering assure them....in their relationship and on their house....that, at the moment-
-there was no fire.