Saturdays were always the best days. There was something magical about them. Maybe it was the sleeping in or the all day, whenever you felt like eating it, breakfast, or knowing that you had all day tomorrow to do homework and study for the N.E.W.T.'s . Nothing could bring a man down on a Saturday. Arthur Weasley practically skipped into the great hall at about eleven, planning to eat his breakfast feast and then return to the Gryffindor common room for a fantastic day of nothing.
Arthur spotted the red head of his long time girlfriend, Molly Prewett, at the far end of the Gryffindor table and wandered over. He placed a kiss of the top of her head and plopped onto the bench next to her. "What's up, gorgeous?" he asked casually, pilling about 10 pancakes onto his plate at once so they were in danger of toppling over. "Can you pass the syrup?"
Several moments passed with no response, so Arthur was forced to turn away from his beloved plate and check on the status of his syrup-getting. What he saw, however, was not the gloriously delicious tree sap, but a livid, red faced, tight lipped, tear filled woman glaring at him.
"Pass the syrup? PASS THE SYRUP? How dare you, Arthur Bilcock Weasley!" She shrieked into his ear, making him cringe and his ear drums throb. "What kind of a question is that, you giant git?" With that, she grabbed the orange juice, dumped it over his head, and stormed out of the great hall with more than a few people staring after her.
In a state of total shock, Arthur sat and sputtered a few incomprehensible words before regaining the power of speech. He turned to Molly's best friend, Betsy Bones who had been sitting across the table and asked, "What in the name of Merlin was that about? Has she gone completely mental?"
"I don't know." Betsy responded. "I've known Molly basically all my life and she wouldn't even tell me. She just sat there, staring at nothing until she spazzed out at you. You must have done something bloody awful, Weasley."
Sadly and slowly, Arthur stood up from his chair and trudged toward the door, realizing that an extremely pissed off girlfriend could ruin any poor bloke's Saturday. He was just confused. When they had talked last night in the common room she had been perfectly happy, a little distracted, maybe, but fine enough. Surely he hadn't done anything to her in his sleep. Perhaps he was a sleep walker and didn't know it. Or possibly she was expecting a "Midnight Visit" from him? He didn't remember agreeing to meet her for a late night rendezvous, but then again. Arthur couldn't remember a lot of things. But still, forgetting a date didn't constitute orange-juice-over-the-head anger.
Molly wasn't in the Gryffindor common room, not that he really expected her to be. That would have been too easy, and an angry Molly Prewett liked to make things as difficult for him as they could possibly get. Sometimes he thought "Show No Mercy" was her secret motto. But that was also one of the things he loved about her, the determination, never backing down, standing up for what she believed in. She wouldn't be the same without her damn stubbornness, and Arthur wouldn't change that about her anyway. 'She is who she is.' He thought hopelessly.
After having a 3rd year girl check the 7th year dormitories for her, Arthur left the tower with several ideas of where to look. She wasn't hiding in the library, in any of the girls' loos, or in the second floor, empty broom cupboard, a favorite place of theirs for a few moments alone. He went outside and checked several gardens and even Hagrid's pumpkin patch but to no avail. Just as he was about to go inside and wait for her to come to him, he heard a distant Molly-like scream from the quidditch pitch.
Now that he actually knew where she was, Arthur was in no hurry to actually get there. An angry Molly was a force to be reckoned with, and what kind of person rushed a confrontation like that. Taking baby steps the whole way, it took him a good ten minutes to get there and another five to work up the courage to actually go into the stadium. Her yelling and cursing and fuming were so loud that he couldn't even think of what to say. Eventually, he summoned all of the courage he had and stepped inside.
"Molly, dear?" he called uncertainly and she whipped around to stare at him, eyes ablaze. He had the sudden urge to grab something red and use it to distract her, like in the bull fight slides he had seen in muggle studies. They really were a wonderfully strange people, muggles. No matter how much he studied them, they always surprised him with their creative ways. He would certainly like to have a conversation with the person who invented bull fighting, they must be-
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she yelled, making him jump and startling him out of his muggle thoughts. "HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH?"
'Deep calm breaths. Chill. Say your mantra'. Arthur thought to himself. "Done enough of what, Molly dearest? Why don't you sit down and tell me what's wrong and then I can try to make it better."
At this her face went from red to purple and Arthur could have sworn there was smoke coming out of her ears. "Alright, I'll tell you what's wrong, you stupid, idiotic, dim, thick, sorry excuse for a man."
"Well, Molly there is really no need to call names here. Civility is-"
"I WILL CALL YOU ALL THE NAMES I WANT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" She shrieked, making Arthur shrink away from her. "Dumb, dense, slow, dim-witted, forgetful, wanker!"
Arthur thought carefully for a second before responding. "Forgetful, eh? So I did forget something. Your birthday is in September, Valentines Day was in February, and our anniversary isn't for another 3 weeks in June…." He continued contemplating what today or yesterday could have possibly been, but he just couldn't think of anything. "Molly, please, just tell me so I can be sorry." He pleaded.
She took several threatening steps toward him. "You want to be sorry, because I can show you sorry, you dilhole! Do you know what you forgot!"
Finally, Arthur could no longer stand being understanding and sympathetic. A man could only take so many insults at a time. "Obviously I don't know if I forgot, otherwise I would have remembered!" He yelled back in her face, getting ready for a spectacular row. But suddenly, Molly's resolve vanished, and she sunk to the ground.
With her head in her hand she muttered something that sounded like "Wrparthy".
Arthur crouched down and wrapped him arms around her, instantly forgetting all of the nasty things she had yelled. "Sorry, didn't catch that." He said.
She managed to sob out, "I… We… You…"
"Yes?"
"We are pregnant. You forgot to use the contraceptive charm that one time in the prefect bathtub."
'Oh dear sweet Jesus,' Arthur thought before passing out.
A/N- I'm shockingly happy with how this chapter turned out. It's not as funny as the L/J, but it wasn't supposed to be. The Molly/Arthur combo is just so cute. Next up I think will be Remus and Sirius, I think. No guarantees, though, because the muse wants what it wants. Comments? Questions? REVIEW!
Chloeclyne- Sure you can use this story. Just one question, what are C2 and anime's?