A/N: just a warning this gets a little fluffy at the end. But I hope you
like it. Then go read Cycles of the Moon if you haven't started that one
yet.
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Molly woke on Christmas morning, happy and content. She lazily watched the snow fall outside knowing she was free to do anything she liked today. Eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she turned to her gifts.
A sweater and socks from Mum, no surprise there. A block of Honeydukes chocolate the size of her fist from Sophie, her best friend knew her well. From Dumbledore: a photograph album with no pictures in it yet but a note that said she would have plenty to fill it, quills from her favorite brother Fred, a bottle of mult-coloured ink from Gurtie. But, not so much as a note from Arthur. She had made sure that his gift (a muggle pocket watch) would arrive with the rest of his gifts. What could he possibly be up to? This is exactly what she was thinking when there was a knock at the door.
"It's open." She called looking up.
"Happy Christmas," Arthur smiled sheepishly staying in the doorway rather than coming in.
"And to you," she grinned back at him.
"May I escort you down to breakfast?"
Molly nodded, "just let me get dressed."
"Alright but hurry," he held up his new watch. "We don't want to be late."
"I won't be a moment." She giggled and he turned and shut the door behind him. She pulled on her new sweater and socks with a plain black skirt and her mary janes.
He was waiting for her in the common room with his eyes on a small wrapped package. When he noticed her coming down the stairs he quickly stuffed the package into his pocket.
"What was that?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing." he grinned offering her his arm, "Lets go eat I'm starved."
She gave him a suspicious look before she took his arm and allowed him to help her out of the portrait hole.
* * *
A chorus of "Happy Christmas," greeted them in the great hall. The few students from the other houses who had stayed for the holidays and the teachers were seated around one table in the center of the room.
Madam Fairweather offered Molly the seat beside her, putting a hand to her cheek, "Congratulations dear."
Molly looked confused.
The teacher looked up at Arthur, "you mean you haven't. . . ." She frowned. "Damned inner eye," she mumbled to herself.
Molly tried to ignore the exchange and turned to Dumbledore, "Thank you so much for the photo album, professor."
"You're most welcome," He nodded and then winked at Arthur.
Molly frowned and whispered to Arthur, "I am beginning to think there's something everyone here knows but me."
"Hmm?" he looked back at her innocently.
Just then Headmaster Dippit did something he didn't often do. He smiled, "Lets eat."
The food that appeared on their plates was the best Molly had ever tasted. But she couldn't shake the feeling that everyone else in the room knew something she didn't. The winks and knowing glances were really starting to bother her.
"Okay, what's going on?!" she finally shouted angrily.
Everyone got quiet and looked from her to Arthur.
"Molly I. . ." he began.
"Well?" she huffed.
Arthur looked down at his plate. With everyone staring at him, he had lost all his nerve, "I. . ."
Molly threw up her hands and stormed out of the great hall.
"Well go after her ya dope," Heathcliff the Hufflepuff smacked Arthur up the back side of his head.
"Oh, yeah," Arthur got up and ran after her.
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He found her pacing the Gryffindor common room.
"You made me feel really stupid back there," she ranted not looking at him.
"I'm sorry," He laid a hand on her shoulder. "I just wanted it to be a surprise."
"So you told the rest of the world?"
He didn't know what to say.
Finally, Molly's curiosity got the better of her, "So, what is it?"
Arthur smiled at her cautiously.
She looked at him even more curiously.
Arthur looked extremely nervous. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the package she had seen him holding before, "I wanted to give you this."
Molly sat in the chair behind her as she took the package, looked from it to Arthur and back to the package again, and then began to open it. Inside she found the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen.
Arthur kneeled in front of her chair, searching her face for a reaction.
"Arthur, it's beautiful."
"It should be a ring, I know."
Molly stared at him wide eyed.
"Yeah, I know we're a little young but I want you to know I'm serious when I tell you that I want to marry you."
"Arthur," she gasped.
"Not right away of course, but after we've both graduated." He rambled on, "I'll graduate first and then I'll have a little bit of time to get a job and a house and then when you graduate. . ."
He couldn't continue. She had thrown herself into his arms and was kissing him repeatedly.
"Can I take that as a yes?" he laughed.
"Oh yes, Arthur." Molly was laughing and crying at the same time. She looked down again at the necklace.
"It's a locket," Arthur told her excitedly.
Molly looked for a clasp, but didn't find so much as a seam.
"Here." Arthur took her hand holding the pendant and brought it close to his lips. "Pendragon," he whispered.
The locket magically opened in Molly's hand to reveal the picture she thought she had lost.
"Oh Arthur," She smiled through tears, "It's the best . . .the most wonderful." She threw her arms around him once again. "I love you."
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A/N: I open it up to suggestions now. What do you want to hear about next now that I've got them together?
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Molly woke on Christmas morning, happy and content. She lazily watched the snow fall outside knowing she was free to do anything she liked today. Eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she turned to her gifts.
A sweater and socks from Mum, no surprise there. A block of Honeydukes chocolate the size of her fist from Sophie, her best friend knew her well. From Dumbledore: a photograph album with no pictures in it yet but a note that said she would have plenty to fill it, quills from her favorite brother Fred, a bottle of mult-coloured ink from Gurtie. But, not so much as a note from Arthur. She had made sure that his gift (a muggle pocket watch) would arrive with the rest of his gifts. What could he possibly be up to? This is exactly what she was thinking when there was a knock at the door.
"It's open." She called looking up.
"Happy Christmas," Arthur smiled sheepishly staying in the doorway rather than coming in.
"And to you," she grinned back at him.
"May I escort you down to breakfast?"
Molly nodded, "just let me get dressed."
"Alright but hurry," he held up his new watch. "We don't want to be late."
"I won't be a moment." She giggled and he turned and shut the door behind him. She pulled on her new sweater and socks with a plain black skirt and her mary janes.
He was waiting for her in the common room with his eyes on a small wrapped package. When he noticed her coming down the stairs he quickly stuffed the package into his pocket.
"What was that?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing." he grinned offering her his arm, "Lets go eat I'm starved."
She gave him a suspicious look before she took his arm and allowed him to help her out of the portrait hole.
* * *
A chorus of "Happy Christmas," greeted them in the great hall. The few students from the other houses who had stayed for the holidays and the teachers were seated around one table in the center of the room.
Madam Fairweather offered Molly the seat beside her, putting a hand to her cheek, "Congratulations dear."
Molly looked confused.
The teacher looked up at Arthur, "you mean you haven't. . . ." She frowned. "Damned inner eye," she mumbled to herself.
Molly tried to ignore the exchange and turned to Dumbledore, "Thank you so much for the photo album, professor."
"You're most welcome," He nodded and then winked at Arthur.
Molly frowned and whispered to Arthur, "I am beginning to think there's something everyone here knows but me."
"Hmm?" he looked back at her innocently.
Just then Headmaster Dippit did something he didn't often do. He smiled, "Lets eat."
The food that appeared on their plates was the best Molly had ever tasted. But she couldn't shake the feeling that everyone else in the room knew something she didn't. The winks and knowing glances were really starting to bother her.
"Okay, what's going on?!" she finally shouted angrily.
Everyone got quiet and looked from her to Arthur.
"Molly I. . ." he began.
"Well?" she huffed.
Arthur looked down at his plate. With everyone staring at him, he had lost all his nerve, "I. . ."
Molly threw up her hands and stormed out of the great hall.
"Well go after her ya dope," Heathcliff the Hufflepuff smacked Arthur up the back side of his head.
"Oh, yeah," Arthur got up and ran after her.
* * *
He found her pacing the Gryffindor common room.
"You made me feel really stupid back there," she ranted not looking at him.
"I'm sorry," He laid a hand on her shoulder. "I just wanted it to be a surprise."
"So you told the rest of the world?"
He didn't know what to say.
Finally, Molly's curiosity got the better of her, "So, what is it?"
Arthur smiled at her cautiously.
She looked at him even more curiously.
Arthur looked extremely nervous. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the package she had seen him holding before, "I wanted to give you this."
Molly sat in the chair behind her as she took the package, looked from it to Arthur and back to the package again, and then began to open it. Inside she found the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen.
Arthur kneeled in front of her chair, searching her face for a reaction.
"Arthur, it's beautiful."
"It should be a ring, I know."
Molly stared at him wide eyed.
"Yeah, I know we're a little young but I want you to know I'm serious when I tell you that I want to marry you."
"Arthur," she gasped.
"Not right away of course, but after we've both graduated." He rambled on, "I'll graduate first and then I'll have a little bit of time to get a job and a house and then when you graduate. . ."
He couldn't continue. She had thrown herself into his arms and was kissing him repeatedly.
"Can I take that as a yes?" he laughed.
"Oh yes, Arthur." Molly was laughing and crying at the same time. She looked down again at the necklace.
"It's a locket," Arthur told her excitedly.
Molly looked for a clasp, but didn't find so much as a seam.
"Here." Arthur took her hand holding the pendant and brought it close to his lips. "Pendragon," he whispered.
The locket magically opened in Molly's hand to reveal the picture she thought she had lost.
"Oh Arthur," She smiled through tears, "It's the best . . .the most wonderful." She threw her arms around him once again. "I love you."
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A/N: I open it up to suggestions now. What do you want to hear about next now that I've got them together?