Note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

Molly felt strong arms wrap around her from behind, and she couldn't help but smile as she looked down at the fingers laced around her waist. The hands belonged to her favorite person in the world—Arthur Weasley, her boyfriend of a year now. She still couldn't believe someone so perfect and quirky could fall in love with her. Sure, he was a little…eccentric, but she loved that about him. It made him unique and interesting, not like any of the other guys at Hogwarts. The best thing about him that made him stand apart from them—he still hadn't kissed her. He had tried—once—but when she told him that she wanted to keep a good head on her shoulders and take it slow, he was gentlemanly enough to resist for her. Instead, he was the most romantic, thoughtful boyfriend she could ever dream to have. He didn't have much money, so their dates were often simple walks on the grounds, window-shopping at Hogsmeade, and other things like that. She didn't mind the simplicity though. She never considered herself to be a high maintenance girl, which Arthur seemed to like. He seemed to prefer when she made him a simple cup of tea and they talked over tea and sweets in hushed voices. One thing he always managed to do, though, was give her a single red rose on every date. Sure enough, one hand slid from around her waist, and when it returned, a rose stem was laced through his fingers.

"For you."

"Thank you, love. So what are our plans today?"

"Well, I thought maybe we could sneak down to the kitchens and you could cook something for me. The Hogwarts food is fantastic but…I sort of fell in love with your cooking over summer holiday…"

Molly laughed and ruffled the feathery red hair before her. "Did someone get a little spoiled?"

"Actually, someone got a lot spoiled. It just…doesn't compare!"

"It's because everything I make for you is made with love."

Arthur made a contented happy noise and nuzzled his face in her hair. He sighed happily after he took a deep breath, taking in her scent. "You always smell so good…you smell like…" he took another sniff to place the scent correctly. "A warm kitchen. You smell like you've been cooking something delicious all day. Something…sweet, yet savory…a perfect blend of something...well, perfect! Like pie! I love your pie…it's just so warm and sweet and baked to perfection…now I want pie…"

Molly laughed and pushed him away from her as a thoughtful look crossed his face. She ran her fingertips along his soft lips as they curved into a smile. "A pie might take awhile to make."

"Hmm…that could pose to be a problem…I could wait."

"You're not waiting around for a pie to bake! I'll make you…chicken and rice with…a sweet and tangy orange glaze."

Arthur looked like he had just died and passed onto paradise. "You can make that…"

"Of course I can, you silly boy!"

"Kitchens, now."

She giggled and tried to hold her robes up with her free hand to prevent from tripping on them as he seized her by the wrist and pulled her into the entrance hall, down the steps, and to the portrait of fruit. He dutifully tickled the pear to produce the doorknob, looking as if he had done this at least once or twice before. Once they were in, she smiled at the house-elves that milled around them, eager to assist them with whatever they needed. She listed off the ingredients she needed and waited patiently while they gathered them and led her to the stove. "Thank you!" The elves conjured up a table and two chairs for Arthur to sit at and watch while Molly bustled around the kitchen, preparing what smelled like it would be an amazing meal.

After awhile, she plated up the food and brought it to the table, smiling when she saw that Arthur was practically salivating from the smell alone. "Well…?"

"I am very much looking forward to eating this. If it's as good as it smells, I think this will have to be a repeat occurrence." As she watched him with bated breath, he cut a bite and stuck it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Moments later, he closed his eyes and made a happy noise. "Molly, this is perhaps the best meal I have ever eaten in my life."

"You really think so…?"

"I…" he trailed off, looking like a thought was weighing heavy on his mind. He took a deep breath to compose himself. "Molly…?"

"Yes?"

Without warning, he leaned across the table and pressed his lips against hers. She sat in shock for a moment until she realized what was happening and closed her eyes, moving her lips to match perfectly with his as if they were made for each other. He tasted perfectly sweet, and his lips were softer than she had even imagined. She slid her hand along his jaw and up into his hair, tangling her fingers in his soft ginger locks. He was an amazing kisser, better than she had ever dreamed of. He made her head spin, her heart race, and her hands shake. He was the man for her. She knew he had to be. No other man had made her feel this way. She could see a future with him, and from the way that he was kissing her back, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

When he pulled away from her, he smiled breathlessly at her and fixed his hair with a shaky hand. "Sorry…I just…couldn't resist. I know you said—"

"Arthur."

"Yes?"

"I loved it."

His smile grew until it lit up his entire face, making him even more beautiful than before. She knew that this was perfection, and things were headed in the right direction for Molly Prewett.