For the Five Drabbles Competition, with the prompts Arthur/Molly and bronze; for the School of Prompts Challenge, with the prompt movie.
Blue and bronze decorated the Great Hall to celebrate Ravenclaw's win of the house cup; Gryffindor had come close, but they couldn't win every year, Molly supposed. Plus, as every Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw had whispered to their friends all evening, Slytherin came in last.
Molly had spent her last evening as a sixth year trying to obtain the addresses of the fellow classmates that she'd befriended this semester, hoping to converse with them all – and now, she only had one left.
This contact was the one she felt most nervous to ask for; her interactions with him this year had been… interesting, to say the least. She hoped it stemmed from his own anxiousness to talk to her; he just didn't say anything around her.
Nevertheless, she'd do it.
"Arthur!" she called to the tall boy, capturing his attention. "Can I talk to you?"
"Er, yeah," he said, giving her a small smile. The pair of them walked toegether down the aisle separating the two house tables, stopping when they reached the end of the Great Hall.
"So, er," Molly began, finding herself rather timid, "could I maybe – have your address? So we can owl over the summer?"
Arthur grinned. "Yeah, sure."
"Oh, fantastic." She handed him a sheet of parchment on which he wrote his information, and he gave her an awkward wave.
She looked at the parchment as if she would immediately memorize the address as soon as she looked at it.
Arthur Weasley
21 Meyrick Road
Stafford, Staffordshire
Go to a movie with me?
"Arthur!" she repeated.
"Yeah?" he said, grinning slightly.
"What the hell's a movie?"
His eyes lit up. "It's a Muggle thing! You know we have our pictures, and they move, right? But Muggles' pictures – they don't move! So basically, they made these things they "movies" and they're like our pictures, except they make sound, and they're like, two hours, and some of them are romantic and – "
Molly quirked her eyebrow. "Would this be a date?"
Arthur shrugged, clearly feigning nonchalance. "If you want."
"I'd love that," Molly said, beaming.
"Fantastic," Arthur replied, and suddenly she felt his lips on hers, and it couldn't have been more perfect, really, under the blue and the bronze and the stars shining through the ceiling, just her and Arthur and this was why they'd been awkward all year but it was so, so worth it.