A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word count: 723

"Lumos," Molly whispered. She knew she wasn't supposed to do magic outside of school, but she figured noone would notice one tiny spell. She toyed with the tiny pink ribbon around her wrist. Just thinking about the girl who had given it to her made Molly smile. Hera Snape had run over to her as they were getting ready to board the train for the Summer holidays.

"I love you, Molly," she whispered, giving Molly a quick kiss while tying the ribbon around Molly's narrow wrist. Hera giggled, before disappearing into the crowd before Molly even had a chance to respond. Molly looked at the ribbon on her wrist. The ribbon Molly knew had been a strand of grass. It had been their transfiguration homework. Hera had been the last one to get it right. Of course the ribbon was pink, Hera's color. She always laughed at how different she was from her father, favoring bright cheerful colors over the black he preferred.

Hera and Molly had both been sorted into Gryffindor their first year. They hadn't been friends at first. Molly had been surrounded by her cousins. Hera had acted out, been labeled a trouble maker.

"All to distance myself from the family name," Hera had laughed. Molly understood that, understood wanting to be someone else, someone who wasn't part of a huge family. Slowly, they'd started a tentative friendship, slowly that started to grow. This past year, their third year, that's when things had started changing. Molly had started noticing little things about Hera. Started having strange feelings about her best friend. Now, Hera had kissed her and run off before Hera'd been able to respond.

Molly twisted the ribbon slowly, thinking about the kiss. It had been her very first one and it had been over so quickly. She wondered what her father would say if he knew about Hera, about how Molly truly felt about the girl. She knew her Grandmum, the woman she'd been named after, wouldn't care who Molly loved. Her father though, he was so... traditional in things.

Molly sighed, putting out her wand quickly as she laid back down, wondering if she should owl Hera. Would she respond? Molly didn't know what the Snape family was doing over the holidays. Maybe they could meet up? That thought sent butterflies through her stomach. The idea of walking hand in hand with Hera, stealing glances at each other, stopping by the ice cream parlor and sharing a cone.

What would Hera's parents think of her? That thought made the butterflies sink. Molly had only ever met Hera's mum. She seemed nice enough, but would she approve of Molly and Hera being together? Would her father? Molly knew her family didn't care too much for Hera's father. Something about how things were before the war. With those thoughts heavy on her mind, Molly fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, she'd made up her mind. She was going to write Hera. She wasn't ready to tell anyone about the kiss, about how she felt about Hera. Not yet. Maybe there was something there, maybe there wasn't? Who was she to bring more trouble onto herself by admitting that she liked a witch if it didn't end up being anything? There would be time for that later. She grabbed her quill and started writing, feeling quite brazen about even admitting her feelings to herself, to scribing them onto the page. She looked at what she wrote and sent it off before she could lose her courage.

Dear Hera,

hi, I was thinking about you last night, about...what happened at the station. I was wondering what you were doing this holiday? If maybe you might want to meet up sometime? Or we could wait until September and get our supplies together, if you want. So, yeah, let me know?

Molly Weasley II

Molly sighed with relief as she watched her owl, Hulla, fly away. She'd done it. She'd written Hera. Now, all she could do was wait. Wait to see if Hera wanted to meet up, wait to see if that kiss, if that confession of love meant something. Molly wanted it to. She wanted to say those words back to Hera, to tell her that she loved her as well, but for now, all she could was wait.