"Good morning Molly-girl," Arthur said, greeting his wife with a good morning kiss to her cheek before taking his seat at the table. "Percy leave for work already?"

"Yes, dear." Molly replied, serving her husband before sitting down in the chair at his elbow. "Gin sent a letter," she commented, reaching for a piece of parchment.

"What does our young lady have to say?" He asked, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Here, read for yourself." Molly said, smiling as she handed over the letter.

Dear Mum and Dad,

The Triwizard Tournament has officially begun. Fred and George tried to enter, they were furious when Professor Dumbledore announced that the tournament would only be open to students that are of age. Anyway, they made an Aging Potion to trick Professor Dumbledore's Age Line around the Goblet of Fire. They got across the line all right, but while they were celebrating, they were hurled from the circle, and sprouted long white beards like Professor Dumbledore's. Oh, and Harry's name somehow got into the Goblet, and he's the fourth champion. Ron's in a stink about the whole thing, he thinks Harry put his own name in the Goblet but Hermione and I know that he didn't, there's just no possible way he could have crossed the Age Line. I've got to go; otherwise I'll be late for Potions.

Love you,

Ginny

"Typical Fred and George," Arthur commented, setting his daughter's letter aside. Noticing his wife's silence, he reached for her hand. "What is it, Mollywobbles?"

"Poor Harry, why does everything happen to him?"

"He'll be fine. Someone put his name in that goblet for a reason, and he'll face the tasks ahead like a true Gryffindor."

"You think so?"

"I know so." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before he reached for the Daily Prophet.

"But how could they have let him enter? He's much too young, and the age limit…"

"Molly, baby, you read Gin's letter, he didn't enter himself, and the age limit is still in effect. The only reason he's competing is because of the binding magical contract that goes along with entering the tournament. He'll be fine, Dumbledore will keep an eye on him." He reassured her, his thumb drawing circles on the back of her hand. "Look here, there's an article about the tournament in the Prophet." He opened the paper to the appropriate page and set it on the table in front of his wife.

Molly read the article silently, although it was supposed to be about all the champions, the article focused on Harry.

"What is it?" Arthur asked, noticing that his wife was becoming teary-eyed.

"Listen to this, love." She picked up the paper and cleared her throat, preparing to read aloud. " 'I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now…Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it…I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me…' He still cries about his parents! Oh bless him, I never knew!" Tears spilled down her face as she finished, and Arthur reached over to stroke her cheek.

"He'll be fine, Mollywobbles, he's got Ron and Hermione to help him. Don't fret about him my dear."

"But—"

"Shush. Dumbledore will make sure nothing too terrible will happen to him."

"You sure?"

"Yes. There's a reason why he wanted Mad-Eye at Hogwarts this year, I don't know why, but Dumbledore has definitely got his reasons. Promise me you won't fret about him constantly."

"Arthur, he may as well have come from my womb, I think of him as a seventh son."

"I know you do, but he'll be all right. In fact, I think that traditionally, the families of the champions are allowed to travel to the host school to watch the third task. If you want me to, I'll write to Dumbledore and see if he would allow you to go."

"You don't have to that, Arthur. I'll write to him. Would you come with me?"

"Maybe, it would depend on my work schedule, but I'm sure you'll find someone to take along."

"Arthur! Look at the time! You're going to be late for work!"

"No I'm not." He calmly replied, taking his wife's hand again.

"Yes you are! It's five to nine, and you haven't even eaten yet!"

"Who said I was going in to the office today?" He asked, pulling her a little closer and whispering in her ear.

"You're taking the day off?"

"Yes, my dear. Do you have a problem with that?"

Molly gasped as he first nibbled at her ear then nuzzled her neck.

"I'll take that as a no." He replied, allowing one of his hands to travel down her front.

"A-Arthur, we can't do this here, not now."

"And why not? Percy's at work isn't he?"

"Well yes, but the kitchen? Arthur isn't that being a little—"

"Wild? Yes, I know. But it's nice and cozy right here, why go back upstairs to the bed you just made?"

"But—"

"What, you don't want to revisit our youth a little? When we first moved into this place, we couldn't keep our hands off one another, remember?"

"Of course, I remember, I just thought—"

"That we're getting too old to fool around?"

"Well, no."

"Than why not?"

Molly remained silent, she would be lying if she said that she didn't want him, and it had been ages since they had fooled around someplace other than the bedroom… "I guess I don't have an answer to that question, love." She replied, and Arthur smiled before waving his wand to clear the breakfast dishes.

A/N: I think you can figure out what happens next; but don't worry; I haven't given up completely on their love scenes. (For those of you actually don't care if they're there or not) Anyway, if you haven't noticed, a new chapter is up in Weasley Newlyweds…