A/N: wow it's been a while since I updated this one. Actually it's been a
while since I've written anything. My writing has just really sucked
lately. This is a little fluffy but it's pretty good I think. Let me know
what you think.
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"Alright, keep your eyes closed."
"They are closed, Arthur." Molly took one unsure step after another as Arthur led her over the uneven ground. They had apparated ten minutes before just outside the small village of Ottery St. Catchpole.
"What are we doing here anyway? What did you want to show me?"
"It's a surprise."
"I hate surprises," she mumbled.
"You'll like this one. Now watch your step."
"How am I supposed to watch my step and keep my eyes closed?"
Arthur chuckled, "Just a little further."
Molly thought back over the events that had brought her here. She was in her 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had Arthur had finally set a date for the wedding. It would be the middle of July after she graduated. Her mother had finally warmed up to the idea of having Arthur Weasley as a son-in-law, although they still weren't on the best of terms.
The Weasleys had also wanted to get to know Molly a little better. This is why they had invited her to stay with them for the Easter hols. She had ridden in a compartment on the train with three of Arthur's siblings Billius, Charlotte, and sweet soft-spoken Daphne. And then at the train station had been bombarded by the rest of the family. Ten-year-old Edmond was jumping up and down saying, "I'm going to Hogwarts next year." Nine- year-old Franny ignored him greeting Molly politely like a young lady, "I'm so glad you could come and stay with us." Little six-year-old Gwinevere wouldn't be left out either she tugged on Molly's skirt, "Am I really gonna be a flower in the wedding?" Molly had hardly gotten a moments peace until this afternoon when Arthur insisted on having her to himself.
"Now," He said finally, bringing her back to the present, "Open your eyes."
The sight that met her was what looked to be a large stone pigpen with a couple of rooms added on and a couple of chimneys poking out the top.
Molly suppressed a giggle, "What is it?"
"Weasley Manor," Arthur answered poshly.
She laughed outright.
"Come see the inside."
Molly looked around the small kitchen and the cozy livingroom. She noted a couple of things that she would be transfiguring as soon as she got the chance to make it look less like a bachelor pad.
"What do you think?" Arthur asked her expectantly.
"It's a bit small," she thought practically.
"We can add more rooms as we need them."
"How many do you think we're going to need?" She smiled slyly at him.
"Oh I don't know, eight, twelve." He joked.
She laughed, "You make it sound like we're going to be going at it like rabbits."
He took her in his arms, "And we'll be as cozy as can be in our little burrow."
The kiss they shared was sweet and warm like home itself.
"The burrow," said Molly when they broke the kiss. "That's what we'll call it."
"Yeah, that does fit the place doesn't it." Arthur grinned at her. "Come on I've got more to show you." He led her into the first of two bedrooms. It was small and had yet to be furnished. "I thought this could be the nursery when we're ready for it."
"Arthur," Molly looked up at him seriously, "Could we maybe wait a bit? I'm taking this potion now you know and with every thing that we've been through. . . I just thought maybe. . . if you don't mind. I'd like it to be just the two of us for a while."
He bent down and kissed her again, "We've got all the time in the world and I'm not ready to share you yet anyway. Come see our room."
They crossed the hall to a slightly larger bedroom that was dominated by a big oak frame bed.
"Oh, Arthur," Molly gasped running her hand over the carved headboard.
"It belonged to my grandparents. They wanted us to have it as a wedding present."
"It's beautiful."
"It's been in the family for ages. The legend is that it was charmed by one of my ancestors." Arthur scratched his head and smiled, "Could explain the Weasley fertility."
Molly had sat down on the edge of the bed it was soft yet firm. "Well we already know you're fertile," she teased pulling him down onto the bed with her.
He tickled her and she giggled.
"So you're really going to marry me?" Arthur stated more than asked.
"I've never wanted anything so much as to be your wife."
* * *
"Alright, keep your eyes closed."
"They are closed, Arthur." Molly took one unsure step after another as Arthur led her over the uneven ground. They had apparated ten minutes before just outside the small village of Ottery St. Catchpole.
"What are we doing here anyway? What did you want to show me?"
"It's a surprise."
"I hate surprises," she mumbled.
"You'll like this one. Now watch your step."
"How am I supposed to watch my step and keep my eyes closed?"
Arthur chuckled, "Just a little further."
Molly thought back over the events that had brought her here. She was in her 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had Arthur had finally set a date for the wedding. It would be the middle of July after she graduated. Her mother had finally warmed up to the idea of having Arthur Weasley as a son-in-law, although they still weren't on the best of terms.
The Weasleys had also wanted to get to know Molly a little better. This is why they had invited her to stay with them for the Easter hols. She had ridden in a compartment on the train with three of Arthur's siblings Billius, Charlotte, and sweet soft-spoken Daphne. And then at the train station had been bombarded by the rest of the family. Ten-year-old Edmond was jumping up and down saying, "I'm going to Hogwarts next year." Nine- year-old Franny ignored him greeting Molly politely like a young lady, "I'm so glad you could come and stay with us." Little six-year-old Gwinevere wouldn't be left out either she tugged on Molly's skirt, "Am I really gonna be a flower in the wedding?" Molly had hardly gotten a moments peace until this afternoon when Arthur insisted on having her to himself.
"Now," He said finally, bringing her back to the present, "Open your eyes."
The sight that met her was what looked to be a large stone pigpen with a couple of rooms added on and a couple of chimneys poking out the top.
Molly suppressed a giggle, "What is it?"
"Weasley Manor," Arthur answered poshly.
She laughed outright.
"Come see the inside."
Molly looked around the small kitchen and the cozy livingroom. She noted a couple of things that she would be transfiguring as soon as she got the chance to make it look less like a bachelor pad.
"What do you think?" Arthur asked her expectantly.
"It's a bit small," she thought practically.
"We can add more rooms as we need them."
"How many do you think we're going to need?" She smiled slyly at him.
"Oh I don't know, eight, twelve." He joked.
She laughed, "You make it sound like we're going to be going at it like rabbits."
He took her in his arms, "And we'll be as cozy as can be in our little burrow."
The kiss they shared was sweet and warm like home itself.
"The burrow," said Molly when they broke the kiss. "That's what we'll call it."
"Yeah, that does fit the place doesn't it." Arthur grinned at her. "Come on I've got more to show you." He led her into the first of two bedrooms. It was small and had yet to be furnished. "I thought this could be the nursery when we're ready for it."
"Arthur," Molly looked up at him seriously, "Could we maybe wait a bit? I'm taking this potion now you know and with every thing that we've been through. . . I just thought maybe. . . if you don't mind. I'd like it to be just the two of us for a while."
He bent down and kissed her again, "We've got all the time in the world and I'm not ready to share you yet anyway. Come see our room."
They crossed the hall to a slightly larger bedroom that was dominated by a big oak frame bed.
"Oh, Arthur," Molly gasped running her hand over the carved headboard.
"It belonged to my grandparents. They wanted us to have it as a wedding present."
"It's beautiful."
"It's been in the family for ages. The legend is that it was charmed by one of my ancestors." Arthur scratched his head and smiled, "Could explain the Weasley fertility."
Molly had sat down on the edge of the bed it was soft yet firm. "Well we already know you're fertile," she teased pulling him down onto the bed with her.
He tickled her and she giggled.
"So you're really going to marry me?" Arthur stated more than asked.
"I've never wanted anything so much as to be your wife."