* Denotes personal POV
Warning! Not for children. Language and sexual situations.
Diary of a Frustrated Wife by Yawning
Chapter 4
"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Molly Weasley." a snide voice whispered behind her. She
stiffened, but didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Lucius Malfoy...Damnit.
With a feeling of dread and barely repressed anger, Molly turned around to greet the snarky voice. Lucius Malfoy, bastard extraodinare. His pale, cold gray eyes sliced right through a persons soul just from sight. That coupled with his long, shoulder length platinum blonde hair made for a exceptionally handsome man. But looks aside couldn't excuse his evil, dark soul. Even as a child at Hogwarts, he had always worn a superior grin on his face showing the world his disdain for anyone not of money or power such as his family. In short, he was a elitist and cruel bastard even as a child. Gazing at his always present smug expression, nothing had changed or probably ever would.
"I see you've managed to get from under your gaggle of children and make an appearance, Molly. How fortunate for you to get out of your hovel. And you look lovely tonight, dear. Those robes look almost new." Lucius commented, raking his eyes slowly over the shorter womans frame, pausing at her breasts before returning to her angry face.
"Always the charmer, Lucius. Surprised you were able to come with You-Know-Who back. Been keeping you busy, has he?" she asked, resisting the urge to slap his face.
"I have no idea what you're implying, Molly. I'm here to enjoy the festivities like everyone else." Lucius purred, smiling a devilish smile. He turned his eyes to Arthur talking across the room to Cornelius Fudge.
"Arthur looks very earnest over there talking to Cornelius. Begging for a raise you think? I mean he barely makes enough to keep a hovel over your heads. And with such a large family-"
"You worry about your own business before you worry about mine. Arthur takes care of us just
fine, Malfoy." Molly hissed angrily. Looking around, the party goers drank and talked and Molly
searched to make sure no one was close enough to overhear their conversation.
Lucius leered down at her as snatched the drink out of her hand and took a quick sip to irritate
her. "If you had chosen wiser, you wouldn't have to worry about putting clothes on your little
red haired monster backs." he whispered, leaning his head down close to her ear.
Red faced from temper, Molly tightened her fists before turning her back to him. Slapping him or
hexing him into the middle of next week would be so satisfying, but would cause undue trouble
for Arthur. She decided to find a nice quite spot alone to calm herself down in. She was almost to
the entrance door of the party when she felt him following close behind. All this did was raise her
level of mad to new heights-maybe she would find a nice quite spot and slap him silly!
Walking down the hall blocked off and dedicated to the Ministry's party guests, Molly stepped into an empty employees lounge.
"Why are you following me?!" Molly snapped, looking behind herself at Lucius blocking the doorway. Wearing his typical creepy grin, the coal black robes he wore and pants underneath, made for a scarier look than ever. For all her bravado, she didn't like being left alone with Lucius Malfoy as company.
"I thought you had better manners than that, Molly. Leaving a conversation is quite rude. I see being poor has disintegrated your manners. It's almost impossible to believe you come from a wealthy pure blood family. Of course you threw that all away to marry Weasley, get fat and have a litter of ugly red headed children." Lucius cruelly stated.
Molly gasped in shock before walking over to Malfoy and slapping her right hand hard across his smug face.
Outwardly he smiled knowing he had successfully hit his mark. And he definitely wasn't upset by her little slap...he loved pain. Watching her face fall, and eyes tear up sent a palpable joy through him. Although he didn't mean his comment about her weight, he did mean the rest. She was truly a waste of what could have been. Should have been. In her youth, Molly had been sought after by most of the males at Hogwarts. Her long red hair and big brown eyes had made many a boy race to the showers for relief. He had been instantly enamored by her beauty and feistiness. By her disdain over his wealth and prestige. Instead a man such as Lucius Malfoy had to actually compete with a scrawny, ugly, almost penniless Arthur Weasley.
It burned in the end that she had chosen love over what he could provide for her. Marrying a poor, no name. Giving up her families wealth for love. Disgusting!
Still a twisted part in him revels in knowing that pitiful Arthur could barely support her or their children. And he made it his mission to always remind the other man of his inadequacy.
"You bastard! N-Never talk about my children like that again. You may say whatever you may about me, but don't you dare belittle my children." Molly screamed at him. She was beside herself with rage and hurt. That fat comment stung most of all and made all her insecurities of late seem even more true.
Lucius chuckled down at her flustered face. Even though she was bit fuller figured than she was as a teen, she was still a sexy sight to behold. Cruel words aside, he still wanted her badly. Raping and brutalizing muggle women gave him such an intense high he never cared much about the outside of a woman's body-what was between their legs was what mattered. And he'd enjoy getting between hers. Her heaving breasts caused his already stiffening erection to bloom. Very pleasing sight...No wonder Arthur kept her constantly pregnant.
It was a shame she was so faithful to her imbecile husband-he'd love to give her a show. Committing adultery behind Arthur's back would be a delightful pleasure. Better yet, maybe one of these days ol' Arthur will meet up with an unfortunate accident, along with her demon spawns and he would be there to comfort her. Maybe sooner than she thought.
"As feisty as ever. I'll bet you're even more so in the bed chamber." Lucius sneered, rubbing his tender cheek as he leered down her at.
"You'll never find out, Malfoy. Now get the hell away from my wife!" Arthur snarled from the doorway. He stalked in the room toward the other man with murder in his eyes. Molly scrambled to keep him away from Malfoy. As much as she would be pleased Malfoy got his comeuppance, they couldn't cause a scene at Arthur's workplace.
"No, Arthur, no! Not here, please!" Molly cried, trying to push her rampaging husband back. Using all her strength she stepped between the man. Malfoy's laughter seemed to egg Arthur on.
"You sick bastard! What the hell are you trying to pull on Molly?" Arthur asked. He wanted to drive his fist through Malfoy's pretty boy face, but he couldn't do that without pushing his wife aside and he refused to attempt that.
"Just having a private conversation, Arthur. Nothing to lose your hair about over. What little you have anyway." Lucius coldly replied, lips curling.
Arthur flushed darker than Molly had ever seen, but he didn't react.
"Just leave. We have nothing to say to you, Malfoy. Go!" Molly snapped, rubbing a calming hand up and down her husbands rigid back.
"A pleasure as always." Lucius smirked, bowing to the couple before turning and sweeping from the room.
Silence rang out as Arthur panted to control his raging temper. Molly continued rubbing his back.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he put his arms around her waist and held her close.
"What did he say to you, Mol?" he questioned. Reaching his right hand out, he caressed her
cheeks, noting the slight puffiness in her eyes.
She looked up, startled. "What do you mean?"
"You've been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy. What did that git say? Did he hurt you-touch you?" he asked. He felt his anger return tenfold at the thought of that cretin near his wife.
"Just said some hateful things. You know Malfoy. Just being true to his nature." Molly sighed.
Not taking that as an answer, Arthur continued questioning her until she confessed all that had gone on. Hearing the brutal comment about her being fat and the nasty remark about their children made Arthur want to slap an Unforgivable Curse on the git. He especially knew the weight remark would not bode well seeing how weight obsessed Molly had become of late.
"Damn Malfoy. The rotter's bitter with jealousy, Mol. Don't give him a moments thought." Arthur stated.
"Why would Malfoy be jealous?" she asked.
"Because I have you. That heartless monster may have money, but he doesn't have you or any kind of real happiness. And in the end, if the war doesn't get him, Azkaban will-hopefully." he said, kissing her forehead.
Molly stared at him in disbelief about the Malfoy wanting her comment, but didn't argue with him."I think I've had all the socializing I can stand. Let's go home, please?"
She felt bad for wanting to leave since they had barely been at the party long, but she couldn't stand being there one more minute. The look on her mates face mirrored her own.
"You bet." he said. Putting his arms around her waist as they walked out to tell his boss goodnight.
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Once Arthur and Molly arrived home, they weren't surprised by their first sight of the children. They were being well behaved-well, they did leave Hermione in charge, so it was a given. In fact they were all sitting around in the living room, eating junk foods and staring at some strange moving box.
"What in the world is that?" Molly questioned, pointing to the box. All eyes turned in surprise to see the Weasley parents standing in the kitchen.
"You're home early. What happened, party a total bore?" Ron asked.
"I-It was different and let's leave it at that." Molly said.
Arthur's eyes became huge as he realized what the children were looking at. In their tiny living room on a wooden table- a muggle item! In his house! Racing pass his spouse, he went over and examined the strange item.
"That's one of those felevisions, isn't it? Remarkable. How did it get here? Do you really have to use-" Arthur eagerly questioned.
"Um, it's called a television, Mr. Weasley. Hermione got it from her home." Harry answered, interrupting the older man before he could go on a tangent about the tv.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think to ask for permission. We were just kind of bored, so I thought I'd floo over to my parents and get the spare one from my house. We were just watching some shows regular muggles watch. I hope you don't mind?" Hermione asked.
"Mind? No-no, girl. This is fantastic. I've always wanted to see a real tallievision. How are making it work?" Arthur inquired. He smiled as he placed his hands over the medium sized box. It was warm to touch at the top, very smooth feeling. The assortments of noises coming out of it and the flashing across the screen mesmerized him. As Hermione quickly explained about the uses of portable televisions and batteries, Molly shook her head in dismay at his behavior. Give the man anything to do with muggles and he went crazy. Well, if you couldn't beat it, might as well join in.
"Move over son. I want to see this too." Molly announced, shocking all in the room. She headed to the couch where Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny sat.The twins sat on the floor at their feet cramming popcorn in their mouths.Tapping her youngest son, he moved over on the ragged golden couch, making room for her.
Since tv was nothing special to people like Harry and Hermione, they watched with casualness. They did share grins as they observed the others, though. But it was an interesting and thoroughly enjoyable time for the Weasley family, who became hooked. Hermione had a strong feeling that when the vacation ended and she had to go back to Hogwarts, that she'd not be leaving with the set.
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Staying up late watching the television with her family had been quite enjoyable. Maybe she wouldn't be so down on muggle items from now on.
Molly sighed, as she snuggled in her pillow. The house was hauntingly quiet as everyone was sleep. Or in her case, supposed to be. She couldn't sleep, her mind was racing. One thing she did notice watching the shows were how peculiar muggles were. How every... commercial, Hermione called them, had either food advertisements or something on weight lost. How no one was fat on the television. Guess they wanted you to eat a lot of food but not get fat from it? They had stared for hours and the only people her size where always a before picture, not an after.
'It's almost impossible to believe you come from a wealthy pure blood family. Of course you
threw that all away to marry Weasley, get fat and have a litter of ugly red headed children.'
*Malfoy, you cruel bastard!* Molly blinked away the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.
She could still see his mocking face as he uttered his hateful words.
Those words echoed in her head over and over. Yet her husband who never lied to her also fought
against Malfoy's cruel words in her mind.
'You're beautiful, Molly. I love you just the way you are. You're perfect!'
When Arthur said it, she knew he meant it. It warmed her to know she was desirable to her husband. He liked her fuller figured. She had never been skin and bones, being short and slightly larger framed, but she hadn't let it bother her until now.
Molly lost the thought as Arthur turned over in the bed, wrapping his right arm around her chest. He mumbled in his sleep, nuzzling her neck.
"You're not asleep anymore, are you?" she asked, rolling her eyes even though he couldn't see in the darkness.
"Nope." he nipped at her earlobe. Bringing his hand down to cup her bountiful breasts, he rubbed his thumb across the nipples until they were erect.
"Y-You're not sleepy either?" Molly gasped at his heated touch. His hard erection poking her backside was answer enough.
"Hell no. Why don't I show you just how awake I am." Arthur replied, rolling his wife beneath him. Quickly grabbing the edge of her blue, silk night gown, he pulled it up and off her, flinging it over the side of the mattress. Reaching down he pushed down his pajama bottoms, setting free his aching erection. He rubbed the head of his cock against her womanhood, wrenching loud moans from her mouth. He stopped breathing when her fingers burrowed between their tightly pressed bodies...she held his bare cock in her hands. Held him, stroked him and fondled him.
"You're killing me, Molly." Arthur murmured,thrusting against her warm hands.
"You started it." she smirked.
His hand slipped between her silken thighs, teasing her soft folds, spreading her moisture around
the swollen area.
"You need to put up a silencing spell around the room, A-Arthur." Molly gasped, before arching her back at his gentle touch.
"Everyone's asleep. We don't have to worry about a thing." Arthur promised. The last thing he cared about was getting out of bed to grab his wand to soundproof the room. The last thing!
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Harry blushed as moaning-Mrs. Weasley-could be heard through paper thin walls. As much as he enjoyed visiting the Weasley family on holiday, he couldn't wait to go back to school! Shocking and traumatizing as this would be for any teenage boy-especially poor Ron, he had to give them credit. They really loved one another. He hoped his parents had loved each-ew, never mind...
"Oh, Merlin! There doing it again!" Ron squealed, hearing the faint sounds of his parents making love. Grabbing his pillow, he slammed it over his head in embarrassment and shame. Why did he have to wake up in the middle of the night the exact time his parents started doing that?! Life just wasn't fair!
So, how did you like that? I like to pick on Ron for some reason. I don't know why? Sorry to cut
the love scene. It will be back in full force next chapter. And Molly finally begins her evil diet
next chapter and I have more angst to come and surprise. Keep sticking with me. The payoff will
be nice. Thanks for the support.