A/N: Hi readers! I haven't had the time to update recently because I've been overwhelmed with homework. However, I hope those of you who are still interested in this story continue to read this! I promise that there will always be updates!

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Windowseat Wanderer- Arthur will do many cute things for Molly later on. : )

Isis Stormwing- I don't know why I have trouble remembering that women change their names when they marry, so their children won't have their names. Sorry! Let's just pretend that Patil kept her name.

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Chapter 10- Women and Men

Frank had changed since his father's death. He joked less, and kept to himself more. He was often found reading later into the night and doing homework, writing out long parchments. Even the Slytherins were a bit tentative to go near him, especially after he hexed Bellatrix Lestrange after she sneered at him about his father. Bellatrix then kept to herself, but eyed Frank with great loathing whenever he drew near.

Snow melted and the air became warm again. Frank was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, absorbed in a defense book, reading with great concentration. Alice sat next to him, doing her homework and keeping him company. At the other side of the room, Molly was trying to persuade Arthur to go outside with her.

"In a little while, Molly," Arthur was saying as he poked at the broken airplane with his wand. "Trying to fix this…"

"You've been trying to fix it for ages!" Molly said, her eyes narrowing. "Come on, Arthur."

Arthur continued to poke at the airplane, repairing broken parts together with Spellotape.

"Are you going to come or not, Arthur? It's the last day of the weekend and you know how much work we have to do during the week. We never spend any time together."

"What do you think we're doing now?" Arthur asked her, with a shocked expression on his face.

"This," said Molly sharply, "is not called spending time together. This is called me trying to persuade you to put down that airplane so we could at least take a walk by the vegetable gardens since we haven't done anything at all the whole, entire week!"

"Mol-ly!" Arthur said helplessly. "My airplane is broken!"

"Well, excuse me for thinking that perhaps it's not that important for you to fix your airplane right now."

"Fine," Arthur said, said sadly as if the Great Hall had suddenly stopped giving out food. "We can go."

"Good." Molly said, her face bright.

"But I'll meet up with you later," Arthur said. "After I finish---"

"Arthur!"

"I promise I'll meet you later! Just let me repair the engine and I'll be right out."

"How much longer?"

"Maybe ten minutes."

"Alright," Molly said, pulling on her cloak. "I'll see you outside Ogg's hut."

* *

An hour later, Molly Hattingfield stormed into the Gryffindor common room, right into Kingsley's chess game with Emmeline and said in a loud voice, "WHERE IS HE?!"

Wordlessly, cowering underneath Molly's gaze, Kingsley pointed to the boys' dormitory.

Molly gave a growl and then set off to find Arthur.

Everyone in the common room quickly got up and looked at the boys' dormitory door curiously.

Molly knocked furiously, the door opened.

"ARTHUR WEASLEY YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME!" came a voice like a cannon exploding.

Several first years looked alarmed, but Moody and Kingsley sniggered.

No one could quite hear what Arthur's response was but a second later, Molly's voice came booming again, "OH REALLY? PREOCCUPIED MY---(Molly said something that made Frank look up from his book, alarmed)---COMPLETELY INSENSITIVE!"

Arthur said something else that was muffled in a pleading voice that Kingsley always used when he needed to get out of detention.

"----don't think so---always trying to find excuses----all alone, waiting for you----completely outrageous---" Molly was saying. There was another pause as Arthur said something and then Molly said in a loud voice, "OH REALLY?!"

Then there was a heavy door slam and Molly came charging downstairs where everyone quickly got out of the way and then upstairs to the girls' dormitory.

A moment's pause----and then everyone went back to work.

"Blimey," said Kingsley. "I think they just had their first fight."

"Aww, that's really cute," Marigold said from an armchair.

Everyone stared and she hastily went back to work.

* *

No one thought that the fight between Arthur and Molly was serious until Molly appeared the next morning talking to Justin with great interest.

Arthur glared at Justin with great dislike, but when Molly came over to the Gryffindor table, he lowered his eyes and pretended not to notice.

"So, er, what exactly happened?" Kingsley said in a quiet voice.

"She got mad because I didn't meet her and I told her that she was over reacting and she said, 'oh really?' and walked off." Arthur said, swallowing his porridge.

"You two, er, still together?" Moody asked hesitantly.

"Dunno." Arthur answered coolly, but his ears were red. He caught Molly looked his direction and suddenly laughed heartily, trying to look as if he was having the time of his life eating porridge. Kingsley and Moody gave him a strange look and he stopped.

When Molly left with Alice to the library, Arthur then became free to be irritated.

"I mean, who does she think she is, anyway?" Arthur said in a loud voice. Many boys in the Gryffindor table listened and agreed. "Women!" Arthur spat, looking very angry.

"Hear, hear!" someone said, raising their glass.

"Pushing me around as if I've committed a huge crime!" Arthur said incredulously. "So I forgot about a teeny, little meeting! What does she do?" Arthur said loudly.

"What?" someone asked.

"She charged up the boys' dormitory and had to make a big scene!" Arthur answered to the crowd's bewildered faces.

There were several gasps. Kingsley even made a show to fall out of his chair, much to Emmeline's disgust.

"I'm sick of being treated like this!" Arthur roared, getting more energetic as the crowd encouraged him. "I mean, since when did us, men, have to be treated like flobberworms?"

Several boys shook their heads.

"I say we make a stop to this!" Arthur said, raising his glass of orange juice.

"I agree, mate!" Bertie said in the crowd.

"We have to stop! We have to stand up for ourselves! We---"

"Arthur Weasley! Just what are you doing?" Molly's voice came through the crowd.

Everyone scrambled to get back to their seats. Arthur's face fell. He slowly turned to face Molly, who had a furious look upon her face.

"Good morning, Molly." Arthur spoke hesitantly.

Molly gave him a hard look and then stormed off.

Alice gave him a look too. "She was going to apologize, Arthur."

She then ran off after Molly.

"Man, you ruined everything," Kingsley shook his head.

Arthur threw a napkin at him.

* *

Molly didn't speak to Arthur all day.

When dinnertime came, she even sat away from him. Emmeline and Alice went with her. Frank, Moody, Arthur and Kingsley were left alone.

"What is it with women?" Arthur asked, pouring ketchup over his meatloaf. "Why do they have to move in packs? I mean, one of them is upset and they all go eat away from me."

Frank ate his hamburger, chewing slowly. He swallowed and then said, "Well, maybe it's some kind of brain signal. I mean, think about it. They don't have to speak to each other, yet they know what the other person is thinking."

"Or maybe their bodies just function the same way at the same time," Moody said, taking a bite of scalloped potatoes.

"Is that why they go to the bathroom at the same time?" Kingsley asked.

They all shrugged.

"I don't understand why Emmeline and Alice have to go with Molly. Are they mad at me too?" Arthur wondered, bemused.

"Maybe they just have to be together or else they will, like die without the pleasure of gossip or something." Kingsley said.

"Or maybe," came an astute voice, "we just have feelings and emotions for one another that when someone is upset, we try to comfort her rather than just leave her by herself."

They looked up to find Emmeline standing near Arthur.

"When did you get here?" Moody asked.

"What are you talking about? We don't have feelings?" Arthur asked.

"Hey, we have plenty of emotion." Kingsley argued pointing to his heart.

"Like when? When you lose a Quiddich game?" Emmeline asked, her eyes sharp.

"Like wh---well, yeah." Kingsley said.

Emmeline gave a tut. "You men are so tactless!"

"What, Quiddich isn't important anymore?" Arthur asked.

"Arthur, do you still like Molly?" Emmeline asked, ignoring Kingsley, who was staring avidly at Emmeline with an annoyed look on his face.

"I don't know, does she like me?" Arthur asked.

"She wants to know if you still like her."

"How am I supposed to know if I still like her unless she likes me?"

Emmeline gave another tut. "Arthur, it's really very simple. Do you still have feelings for Molly Hattingfield?"

Behind her, Moody and Kingsley were discussing what a sad, sad world it would be without Quiddich and throwing Emmeline very dirty looks.

"I still like her if she likes me."

Emmeline heaved a huge sigh, "Arthur, are you saying that you only like Molly because she liked you?"

"Well, yeah." Arthur replied, still a bit confused. "Isn't that how it works?"

"Oh Arthur!" said Emmeline in a sort of helpless voice. "You're lost, you really are."

"I am so lost," Frank's voice said across the table.

"Oh will you come off it!" Emmeline said sharply as Moody and Kingsley both made faces at Emmeline when they thought she wasn't looking. "You lot are so immature and insensitive! You don't really like Molly, you just liked her because she said she liked you!" Emmeline said to Arthur. "So if she doesn't like you anymore, you don't even care!"

"That is not what I said!" Arthur replied.

Emmeline gave a humph and then walked back to the other side of the Gryffindor table.

"Girls are so complicated!" he said staring as Emmeline sat back down and Molly, Alice and her were in deep discussion again.

"I'm really confused, I really am." Frank said. "What does you and Molly have to do with Alice not sitting with me at dinner?"

There was a pause.

"And what does Quiddich have to do with the whole thing anyway?" Kingsley asked.