Summary of this OS: The story of how Molly and Arthur fell in love through the years.
Rating of this OS: A strong T
Warning: A strong allusion to a sexual situation
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except these words, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I don't make any money out of this story.
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Prompts at the end
Word count: 1717 words
Falling In Love: Molly and Arthur Weasley
The first time he sees her, he is in Diagon Alley to buy his school supplies, and he marvels about her red, curly hair, but she just passes in front of him, bouncing around lightly, and he doesn't have time to ask her anything. It would be weird, he thinks, and he knows he is only trying to convince himself.
The next time he sees her, he is waiting for the Hogwarts Express, and this time, he gathers his courage and once he is in the train, he searches for her in every single compartment. He is glad to find that she is almost alone in hers, and when he opens the door, she looks up and he loses himself in her bright, brown eyes.
"Hi, I'm Arthur. Arthur Weasley," he finally introduces himself.
Her voice is like a song when she answers, "I'm Molly. Molly Prewett." She pauses, and when she realizes he has no intention of leaving, she smiles and offers, "You can stay here, it's no problem."
He nods and sits down in front of her. She doesn't pay any attention to him for the rest of the trip, except for small smiles now and then, and he tries not to stay focused on her either. He talks to the other boy present in the compartment, and he finds out he is quite friendly. He also realizes how beautiful the landscape is. Now that they have left the town, there are only hills and greenness everywhere.
When they arrive at their destination, he sees her struggling to get her huge suitcase down, and he helps her. She smiles at him again, and when he offers to get both of their suitcases out of the train, she laughs and shakes her head.
"Don't, please," she declines. "You already have yours. But thanks anyways!"
He is left there, dumbfounded.
They are both sorted into Gryffindor, and if he was quite dumbstruck to have been sorted into the house of the brave, Molly has a bright smile on her face.
He wonders, that night, why he is so obsessed with her. It's not that she's beautiful (not only, because she has her own sort of beauty), it's more something about her personality, he finally decides. She seems very kind, and every time he has seen her, she has been smiling her bright, beautiful smile.
He doesn't know yet that Molly Prewett will be one of the most important people in his life.
Maybe it's something about their personality that attracts them to each other, but five years later, they are still by each other's side, just like they had been that first day on the train. Although now, there is something… more.
He can't decide what the right word for it is. They're more than just friends, but they're not together either. Although he wouldn't say no to something more. And he knows it's he who should ask for it, but he can't find the courage he needs to do it.
One day of early December, they go for a walk side by side in the snow, near the lake. He is tall and lanky, she is small and plump, and he loves her all the same. When he realizes what he has just thought, he stops walking altogether, and Molly turns towards him, concern written all over her face.
"Arthur, are you alright?" she asks him, and there is something in her voice that makes his heart beat faster.
"Yeah, course I am," he says and smiles easily. When he is by her side, everything seems so easy, so he tries to continue, "Hum… I know I shouldn't be asking you this, but…"
"But?" she encourages him after he trails off.
"Are you with someone?" he blurts out, and she stays silent for a few seconds before she bursts out laughing. It's certainly not the reaction he has expected, so he frowns and turns away from her, but she grabs his hand to stop him and faces him anyway.
"Why are you interested in knowing if I'm with someone?" she asks him, and her voice is serious now.
He doesn't answer right away, and he can see something akin to disappointment in her eyes, so he says, "I was wondering if you'd go out with me. That's why. But I can understand if –"
He is interrupted by her giggling, and he waits for an answer he hopes will be positive.
"Of course I want to go out with you, Arthur!" she finally exclaims, and this is the sentence that seals both of their future.
They enjoy their Hogsmeade weekend more than they ever did before. They laugh, and they walk together hand in hand, and just before they go back to Hogwarts on Sunday, he says something that might ruin it all, but he can't hold it in any longer.
"I think I'm in love with you, Mol. I think I have been for a long time," he whispers in her ear.
She pulls away and looks at him, and her eyes burn into him, and finally, she smiles up at him and stands on her tiptoes to press a kiss on the corner of his lips. It's not the kind of kiss he has been hoping for, but it's better than her laughing at him, so he just smiles back, laces his fingers with hers and tells himself to be patient.
He thanks himself every day for being so patient during their first date, because their first real kiss is so much more special.
When they're about to go back home for the summer, after their fifth year, he holds her close and presses a kiss to her lips, and even if she seems a little surprised, she responds to his kiss. When they pull away from each other, he has a bright and tender smile on his lips, and she laughs a little.
As soon as Arthur gets the chance, he proposes to Molly. He gives her his heart, and at his utter relief, she gives him hers.
When he slips the ring (the golden ring, because gold is made for her) on her finger, he presses another kiss to her lips and then holds her close.
Their wedding, a few months later, is not some grand and magnificent affair. They only invite their families and their closest friends.
She's more beautiful than she has ever been, he thinks when he sees her down the aisle, at Mr Prewett's arm. Her smile is the brightest he has seen in a while.
When finally, the officiant declares them husband and wife, she laughs and almost jumps in his arms, and he twirls her around. There's laughter in the assembly, but neither of them cares, and he kisses her, fervently, adoringly.
And then, he takes a deep breath and he inhales the scent of her perfume, and the smell of her is intoxicating. He tries to recognize it, and when he finally does, he smirks. Vanilla… She smirks back at him, so he assumes it must be voluntary.
Their wedding night comes, and finally, they're alone and they're suddenly so shy. Both of them stare at the ground, the ceiling, the walls, everywhere but at each other. He is quite sure it will a first for both of them, and he doesn't want her to feel pressured or anything… And he is so intimidated and nervous, because maybe he will hurt her, and he can't stand –
He hears her giggling, and he looks up at her. He discovers she has stepped a little closer to him and begun to unlace the sleeves of her dress.
"I don't know which one of us is the most uncomfortable," she laughs, but her voice is so nervous he steps forward to hold her tightly against his chest.
Immediately, the scent of her hits him, and he can't help but whisper in her ear, "The smell of you is making me go crazy…"
She steps back and replies cheekily, "I know that. Why do you think I chose this perfume?"
He shakes his head and sighs, overdramatically, "You are infuriating, Molly Weasley." And her name on his lips sounds so right.
She just smirks at him, until he steps around her and puts his hand on her shoulders, so delicately she sighs a little. She leans into him, and for a few minutes, he just holds her close. Then, he asks, kissing her shoulder through her dress, "You're ready, Mol?"
She takes a deep, shuddering breath and nods, once, shortly. He starts unlacing her dress and when it falls down at her feet, he is the one who has problems breathing. In just her underwear, she looks so beautiful that he can barely breathe.
"Molly?" he asks when he feels her body tense. She hums in response, and he continues, "Are you sure…?"
She doesn't let him continue, she turns towards him and places her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sure," she smiles up at him timidly. "It's just… I'm a little scared."
He places a quick kiss on her lips, and then he pulls away and undresses quickly so that he stands in front of her in just his underwear as well. When he carries her to the bed, she giggles at the sensation of his hands under her thighs.
Their first time together isn't perfect, and he knows he has hurt her a little. But it's theirs, and no one can ever take that away from them.
When she tells him she is pregnant for the first time, he stares at her and doesn't say anything. She worries and asks him if this is what he wants (they have agreed before that they want a child, but she probably thinks maybe it's too soon), and then he smiles brightly and holds her close and kisses her lips; it's not the kind of chaste kiss they usually share, it's a more passionate kiss.
When he pulls away, she smiles.
He doesn't think he can love her more than he already does, but then, nine months later, she gives birth to Bill and as their child grows up, all Arthur sees when he looks at him is a part of her and a part of him, mixed together perfectly.
Written for:
- the Ultimate Random Pairing Challenge: Molly and Arthur
- the 1 Prompt Per Story Challenge: "The smell of you"
- [HSWW] WRITING CLUB - MARCH: Disney Challenge (The Lion King): Song - 4. Can You Feel The Love Tonight: Write about someone falling in love
- [HSWW] WRITING CLUB - MARCH: Showtime (Fun Home): 1. It All Comes Back: (character) Arthur Weasley