A/N: I'm starving. . . . starving for reviews.
Another Hogsmead weekend and Molly couldn't help but think how different it was from her first. Had it really only been a year ago that she had come here with Arthur for the first time? It seemed more like a lifetime ago that he led her to the quiet meadow and she had told him about the baby. But here she was walking down the same road hand in hand with Lucius Malfoy, and it was he who seemed pre-occupied. He had been looking at her very strangely these last few days. She tried to read his expression, it was intense, questioning, even -dare she think it-hurt. She didn't know what she had done to deserve that stare. And he wasn't the only one who was staring. She still hadn't gotten used to all the attention she had started getting from the male population since she had broken up with Arthur. She hadn't even considered the fuss it would cause when she started dating Hogwarts hottest bachelor. Molly was beginning to feel like a muggle movie star.
"We need to talk," Lucius said suddenly, "Alone." He had also noticed the gawking public and wanted to get away from the prying eyes. He grasped Molly's hand a little tighter and led her to the same meadow where she had made her confession to Arthur.
Molly sat down on the grass and waited for him to speak.
Lucius was silent for a time pacing back and forth and raking his hands through his hair.
"What is it, Lucius?" Molly finally asked, her voice full of concern.
He looked at her with that same angry, bewildered, pained look. He dropped down on the ground beside her and looked as if her were about to say something. Then before Molly even had the chance to blink his mouth was clamped over hers and he was tearing at her robe.
She managed to push him back, "Lucius, what are you doing?"
"Isn't this the way you like it?" He pushed her down onto the ground, "Isn't this what you let Weasley do to you?"
"Please, Lucius," Molly tried to get up, to get away but he was on top of her now. His hands were everywhere and his mouth.
"Were there others? You seem to have quite a devoted following or are they just your clientele?"
"Lucius. . .I never. . .You're making a mistake."
"Don't deny you've been shagging Weasley." His eyes were wild with fury, "I know all about last year."
"Lucius, please stop," Molly cried out, "please it was an accident. I wasn't trying to get pregnant."
Lucius stopped. He stared down at her, "You What?!" His face was full of disgust.
Molly was speechless, her eyes wide with fear.
"Got rid. . ." he ripped open her robe, "of your child. . ." the buttons flew off her blouse, "to save your own ass."
Molly screamed.
* * *
Arthur was leaving Dervish and Bangs when he heard the scream. "Molly," he breathed and sprang into action. He was horrified by the scene that met him in the meadow.
"Malfoy, get your hands off her!"
Lucius didn't bother to get up. He merely smirked at Arthur over his shoulder, "What's the matter, Weasley? Thought you could have her all to yourself."
"I said get off her!"
"or else what, Dad."
Arthur had already drawn his wand, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Molly screamed again, the dead weight of the now petrified Malfoy pinned her to the ground.
Arthur quickly levitated him off of her and helped her to her feet.
Molly allowed herself to be held by Arthur, sobbing onto his chest and clutching her torn robe, covering herself. When she had calmed down a bit Arthur led her a little ways away and then went back to deal with Lucius Malfoy.
Molly saw sparks fly. "Arthur, what did you do," she asked when he returned to her.
"Altered his memory," Arthur told her, "He won't be bothering you anymore."
Another Hogsmead weekend and Molly couldn't help but think how different it was from her first. Had it really only been a year ago that she had come here with Arthur for the first time? It seemed more like a lifetime ago that he led her to the quiet meadow and she had told him about the baby. But here she was walking down the same road hand in hand with Lucius Malfoy, and it was he who seemed pre-occupied. He had been looking at her very strangely these last few days. She tried to read his expression, it was intense, questioning, even -dare she think it-hurt. She didn't know what she had done to deserve that stare. And he wasn't the only one who was staring. She still hadn't gotten used to all the attention she had started getting from the male population since she had broken up with Arthur. She hadn't even considered the fuss it would cause when she started dating Hogwarts hottest bachelor. Molly was beginning to feel like a muggle movie star.
"We need to talk," Lucius said suddenly, "Alone." He had also noticed the gawking public and wanted to get away from the prying eyes. He grasped Molly's hand a little tighter and led her to the same meadow where she had made her confession to Arthur.
Molly sat down on the grass and waited for him to speak.
Lucius was silent for a time pacing back and forth and raking his hands through his hair.
"What is it, Lucius?" Molly finally asked, her voice full of concern.
He looked at her with that same angry, bewildered, pained look. He dropped down on the ground beside her and looked as if her were about to say something. Then before Molly even had the chance to blink his mouth was clamped over hers and he was tearing at her robe.
She managed to push him back, "Lucius, what are you doing?"
"Isn't this the way you like it?" He pushed her down onto the ground, "Isn't this what you let Weasley do to you?"
"Please, Lucius," Molly tried to get up, to get away but he was on top of her now. His hands were everywhere and his mouth.
"Were there others? You seem to have quite a devoted following or are they just your clientele?"
"Lucius. . .I never. . .You're making a mistake."
"Don't deny you've been shagging Weasley." His eyes were wild with fury, "I know all about last year."
"Lucius, please stop," Molly cried out, "please it was an accident. I wasn't trying to get pregnant."
Lucius stopped. He stared down at her, "You What?!" His face was full of disgust.
Molly was speechless, her eyes wide with fear.
"Got rid. . ." he ripped open her robe, "of your child. . ." the buttons flew off her blouse, "to save your own ass."
Molly screamed.
* * *
Arthur was leaving Dervish and Bangs when he heard the scream. "Molly," he breathed and sprang into action. He was horrified by the scene that met him in the meadow.
"Malfoy, get your hands off her!"
Lucius didn't bother to get up. He merely smirked at Arthur over his shoulder, "What's the matter, Weasley? Thought you could have her all to yourself."
"I said get off her!"
"or else what, Dad."
Arthur had already drawn his wand, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Molly screamed again, the dead weight of the now petrified Malfoy pinned her to the ground.
Arthur quickly levitated him off of her and helped her to her feet.
Molly allowed herself to be held by Arthur, sobbing onto his chest and clutching her torn robe, covering herself. When she had calmed down a bit Arthur led her a little ways away and then went back to deal with Lucius Malfoy.
Molly saw sparks fly. "Arthur, what did you do," she asked when he returned to her.
"Altered his memory," Arthur told her, "He won't be bothering you anymore."