A/N: careful what you wish for Katzztar: Narcissa will be introduced in
the next chapter.
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On Saturday morning Molly was hoping for a bit of a lie in. But it was not to be. At 9:15 Charlotte, who sometime during the week had been given the nick-name Charlie, bounced up onto her bed.
"You weren't at breakfast," she started right in, "so I thought I'd come up and see if you were okay."
"I'm fine," Molly tried to pull the covers over her head but she couldn't with Charlie sitting on them.
"You know it's Saturday, no classes, so it would be the perfect time to have a talk with Arthur."
"I can't today," Molly yawned, "I'm meeting someone for lunch."
"Who?" asked the ever curious 1st year.
"Lucius Malfoy," Molly mumbled and fell back to sleep.
"Malfoy?!" Charlie jumped up in alarm.
"What. What. I'm up. I'm up." Molly's eyes flew open and she sat strait up in bed.
"Dad says the Malfoys are evil," Charlie's voice had dropped to a whisper.
"Oh that, well," Molly had gotten out of bed and was not looking through her trunk for something to wear, "He's never been evil to me. Besides, I think Arthur's doing just fine with his new prefect friends. He hasn't even tried to speak to me all week." Molly didn't wait for a reply she had gathered her things and she headed for the bathroom for a nice hot shower.
Molly realized as it got closer to noon that she had no idea where she and Lucius were meeting. She doubted that he would come anywhere near Gryffindor tower. So, at quarter till 12 she headed off towards the entrance hall. Most of the student body was filing into the great hall for lunch but Lucius was leaning casually on the oak front door. He nodded a kind of bow.
Molly started over to join him but someone held her back. It was Billius.
"Don't do it," said the small boy.
"It's only lunch," she assured him and continued her walk.
"I'm telling Arthur," Billius called after her.
"You do that." Molly smiled having reached Lucius.
"Ready?" he smiled back at her impressed.
"Yes."
Despite all of the warnings she'd received Molly thought Malfoy behaved like a perfect gentleman. He mostly talked about himself and his home, Malfoy Mannor. Molly was glad he didn't ask too many questions. All in all the lunch was rather uneventful. They ate, talked, he held her hand as they walked by the lake. Then he led her up the steps to the doors of the castle and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
"I had a wonderful time," Lucius said sincerely.
"So did I."
"Shall we do it again sometime."
"I. . ." A thought of Arthur came to Molly's mind but she pushed it back, "I'd like that." Lucius leaned down again and kissed her a little more excitedly, "Good, there's a Hogsmead weekend coming up."
"Sounds great."
"See you Monday, potions." He ran off towards the dungeons and his common room, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Molly giggled.
"What was that about?" Sophie ran over to her, "Why weren't you at lunch?"
"I just had a picnic with Lucius Malfoy."
"What? When did this happen? Tell tell."
The two girls headed up to their own common room, chatting excitedly. On the way they ran into Prof. Dumbledore.
"Miss O'Grady, there you are. You weren't at lunch. Are you feeling alright?"
"Just fine professor," she smiled.
Good good. I just wanted to let you know that I'd gotten an up date on. . ."
"On Lily!" she finished for him.
Dumbledore looked over at Sophie who was also smiling.
"She's known for ages," Molly told him.
"Well then, if you'll just come to my office," he started off in that direction waiting for her to follow, "I'll show you. . ."
"Professor," Molly stopped him, "I got something for her, a - a present. Do you think that I could. . .It's just up in my trunk."
The old professor smiled once more, "go and get it and then hurry to my office. . ."
She started to go.
". . .Mr. Weasley should already be there."
"Arthur?" she stopped again and looked at Dumbledore.
"She's his child too, Molly. I thought he might like to know how she was getting along as well."
"Yes o-of course." Molly hurried up to her dormitory and found the book of Arthur legends and the little sweater she had knitted she hoped it would fit.
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On Saturday morning Molly was hoping for a bit of a lie in. But it was not to be. At 9:15 Charlotte, who sometime during the week had been given the nick-name Charlie, bounced up onto her bed.
"You weren't at breakfast," she started right in, "so I thought I'd come up and see if you were okay."
"I'm fine," Molly tried to pull the covers over her head but she couldn't with Charlie sitting on them.
"You know it's Saturday, no classes, so it would be the perfect time to have a talk with Arthur."
"I can't today," Molly yawned, "I'm meeting someone for lunch."
"Who?" asked the ever curious 1st year.
"Lucius Malfoy," Molly mumbled and fell back to sleep.
"Malfoy?!" Charlie jumped up in alarm.
"What. What. I'm up. I'm up." Molly's eyes flew open and she sat strait up in bed.
"Dad says the Malfoys are evil," Charlie's voice had dropped to a whisper.
"Oh that, well," Molly had gotten out of bed and was not looking through her trunk for something to wear, "He's never been evil to me. Besides, I think Arthur's doing just fine with his new prefect friends. He hasn't even tried to speak to me all week." Molly didn't wait for a reply she had gathered her things and she headed for the bathroom for a nice hot shower.
Molly realized as it got closer to noon that she had no idea where she and Lucius were meeting. She doubted that he would come anywhere near Gryffindor tower. So, at quarter till 12 she headed off towards the entrance hall. Most of the student body was filing into the great hall for lunch but Lucius was leaning casually on the oak front door. He nodded a kind of bow.
Molly started over to join him but someone held her back. It was Billius.
"Don't do it," said the small boy.
"It's only lunch," she assured him and continued her walk.
"I'm telling Arthur," Billius called after her.
"You do that." Molly smiled having reached Lucius.
"Ready?" he smiled back at her impressed.
"Yes."
Despite all of the warnings she'd received Molly thought Malfoy behaved like a perfect gentleman. He mostly talked about himself and his home, Malfoy Mannor. Molly was glad he didn't ask too many questions. All in all the lunch was rather uneventful. They ate, talked, he held her hand as they walked by the lake. Then he led her up the steps to the doors of the castle and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
"I had a wonderful time," Lucius said sincerely.
"So did I."
"Shall we do it again sometime."
"I. . ." A thought of Arthur came to Molly's mind but she pushed it back, "I'd like that." Lucius leaned down again and kissed her a little more excitedly, "Good, there's a Hogsmead weekend coming up."
"Sounds great."
"See you Monday, potions." He ran off towards the dungeons and his common room, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Molly giggled.
"What was that about?" Sophie ran over to her, "Why weren't you at lunch?"
"I just had a picnic with Lucius Malfoy."
"What? When did this happen? Tell tell."
The two girls headed up to their own common room, chatting excitedly. On the way they ran into Prof. Dumbledore.
"Miss O'Grady, there you are. You weren't at lunch. Are you feeling alright?"
"Just fine professor," she smiled.
Good good. I just wanted to let you know that I'd gotten an up date on. . ."
"On Lily!" she finished for him.
Dumbledore looked over at Sophie who was also smiling.
"She's known for ages," Molly told him.
"Well then, if you'll just come to my office," he started off in that direction waiting for her to follow, "I'll show you. . ."
"Professor," Molly stopped him, "I got something for her, a - a present. Do you think that I could. . .It's just up in my trunk."
The old professor smiled once more, "go and get it and then hurry to my office. . ."
She started to go.
". . .Mr. Weasley should already be there."
"Arthur?" she stopped again and looked at Dumbledore.
"She's his child too, Molly. I thought he might like to know how she was getting along as well."
"Yes o-of course." Molly hurried up to her dormitory and found the book of Arthur legends and the little sweater she had knitted she hoped it would fit.