A/N - Molly again! This girl is just adorable, no?

Molly at 10:00am

Molly had always been a dreamer – the girl who wishes and wants and waits for high romance, for kissing in thunderstorms and running away at midnight and flouting the world for the one you love with your entire being.

But she's growing up, and she's learning that maybe, just a little maybe, the confused, fumbled, bashful beginnings of relationships are sweeter than the most deep and romantic speeches delivered in moonlight.

And this thought doesn't come in a flash of realisation, nor with heralding and prophetic signs like she always assumed revelations do, but slowly. Gradual as the slow creep of spring that fills her mind from February onwards.

And she's changing her mind on a lot of things in the wake of this. Even now, as she's walking to her next lesson with his arm around her waist, she's thinking about a thought that pounced on her last night.

They had been sending each other notes by owl from their dormitories, and something he worte had made here smile and laugh and think oh goodness I love this boy.

Which is how it was always supposed to go – she was always meant to meet someone and fall in love in a whirlwind and surprise everyone by transforming into some magnetic beauty, like Lily or Roxanne.

But now…now she thinks maybe she was wrong. Maybe you can't fall in love so fast. Maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe it's better to just enjoy the smiles, laugh at the joke, revel in being young and happy and, above all else, free. To not be 'in love', or 'meant to be', or 'perfect'. Just (even though she cringes at the cliché), just to be. And be, together.

And she smiles brightly and laughs brighter, and he thinks the same. Not I adore this girl, not she is the centre of my life, not I'm going to marry her, because those aren't concerns for fifteen year olds.

But he thinks Merlin she's pretty when she laughs.

And she thinks His arm feels just right around my waist.

And for now, that's just great.

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