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"What?" Molly asked, unsure if what she heard was real or not.
"Will you marry me?" Harry asked once more.
Molly looked at Harry. He was so young, handsome, kind, gentle, sweet, and she really did love him. Molly was just unsure if she could ever see herself married to Harry. She was so young when she and Arthur got married, and she never had a chance to be with a man other than him until now. Then, Molly remembered that she was still a married woman.
"Harry," Molly began, looking lovingly into Harry's eyes, "I love you. I do love you. But, Harry, I am a married woman. I have a husband, even though I haven't seen him in months. How can I marry you?"
"Well, Molly, I don't think you are going to like my answer to that question," Harry nervously said.
"What is it?"
"I think you should ask Arthur for a divorce," Harry said. Molly glared at him, and her face was growing angry. "Before you say anything Molly, just let me explain myself. Arthur is never home. He's been away from months, you don't know where he is, and even when you try to send him an owl, he never replies. If you still love him as much as you did, Molly, then don't take my advice. If you don't want to marry me, then don't take my advice. But, Molly, I do hope you think about it."
Molly's glare had turned into a subtle gaze as she thought about what Harry was saying. He was right, an all accounts. Arthur wasn't much of a husband anymore. "Harry," Molly began, "I understand what you are saying, and you are absolutely correct. Arthur isn't much of a husband anymore. He hasn't been for quite some time. You, though," Molly paused, looking Harry up and down, "You have been there for me. You are always there when I need you. Arthur, he isn't there for me, ever. I love you, Harry. I love you more than anything," Molly said, leaning forward and giving Harry a kiss.
"I love you, Molly," Harry replied and returned a kiss.
"But Harry, are you sure you're, are you sure we're not rushing into things? Are you sure this is what you want?" Molly asked.
"Molly, I've wanted this for months. I just wasn't sure if you would ever want it, too. I love you more than anything in this world, Molly Weasley. I have never been more sure about anything in my life. So, Molly Weasley, will you marry me?"
Molly bit her lip and looked into Harry's eyes. She put her hand on his cheek and rubbed thumb back and forth. "Yes," she answered.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Molly smiled. "Yes, Harry Potter, I will marry you." Harry leaned in and kissed Molly passionately. Molly, amazed by what had just happened, returned the kiss with equal passion. She couldn't believe that she had been asked to become Harry Potter's wife. She couldn't believe she was going to marry the man she loved. She couldn't believe she was going to have to ask Arthur for a divorce. She pecked Harry on the cheek, and then sat up, wrapped the sheet around her body, and got out of bed.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked her.
"In case you don't remember, dear, it is still morning. I have a lot of things I need to get done today. George, Ron, and Hermione will be coming to visit in a week, and I need to make their rooms up for them, and get some cleaning done." Molly looked at Harry and noticed he has lost all color from his face. "What's wrong, dear?" She asked.
"Did you say the kids are coming to visit?" Harry quietly asked.
"Yes, Hermione got some time off work and Ron sent George and owl, and the three of them decided they would come and visit for a few days," Molly answered. Harry's face looked cold and lifeless, and then Molly understood why. "Well, what do you want to do?" She asked.
"Do? Do about what?"
"Do you think we should tell them, you know, about us?" Molly asked, knowing that that was what was concerning Harry.
"I don't know, Molly. If we tell them, how do you think they will react?"
"I think they'll be a bloody mess," Molly began, "But I also think they'll understand."
"So, should we tell them, Molly? What if one of them tells Arthur?"
"I doubt Arthur would care at all, but in the odd case he does, I will owl him tomorrow explaining everything. When the children get here, we'll tell them about us," Molly told Harry. She bent down and kissed his cheek. "Now, get up! We obviously need the garden degnomed. That can be your task for the day," Molly winked at Harry, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Harry got out of bed and got dressed. He couldn't believe how amazing his day had been so far. He asked the woman he loved to marry him, and she said yes. Harry then realized that he didn't have a ring for Molly. His stomach sank, and he nervously began to sweat. Nonetheless, he went down to the garden and began degnoming it. He heard Molly moving about the house, walking from room to room, cleaning and making up beds. After he had throughoughly rid the garden of gnomes, he went into the house. "Molly, we're all out of ink for the quills. I'm going to pop out to get some, be back soon," Harry yelled up the stairs.
"Alright dear," Molly yelled back down.
Harry put on his jacket and apparated to Diagon Alley. He had a few stops to make-Scribbulous Everchanging Inks to buy some ink, Gringotts, and Gemina's Jewels to buy Molly a proper engagement ring.