Hello, Molly
Author's Note: Originally published on February 15, 2010
Arthur squeezed Molly's hand before lifting it to his lips. He watched, misty-eyed, as the brilliant brunette witch strode confidently towards a future with his youngest son. The two traveled a bumpy road to reach this moment, to make that leap from friends to lovers.
It had been so very different for him and Molly.
Arthur Weasley observed Molly Prewitt from across the common room. He was captivated by the redhead and hated to see her so down.
They were friends, often sharing laughs and silly conversations while revising together alongside the other Gryffindors. Molly was boisterous and vibrant, always speaking her mind and never holding back. It was one of the things he liked most about her.
He'd heard the gossip earlier. His fellow fifth year prefect, that Ravenclaw git, had ended things with her—on the day before they were set to leave for Christmas break, no less.
Arthur was relieved, not only because he fancied Molly, but because it meant that she'd be herself again. As soon as she'd starting going with that wanker, she'd become quiet and docile, always trying to impress him while hiding her true self.
However, she was hurting, so he sat down beside her, nervously running a hand through his thinning hair.
"Hello, Molly."
She turned, giving him a cheerless smile.
"Hello, Arthur."
He offered comfort by sliding an arm around her. She nudged over slightly, into his embrace.
"You deserve better."
"Oh? Do you have someone in mind?"
His telltale blush answered for him. She burrowed into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as he engulfed her within his wiry arms.
Arthur was lost the moment he heard her contented sigh. They had taken that first step, from friendship to something more.
Two years later they had grown inseparable, spending Christmas of seventh year together with his family.
Molly boldly snuck out of the spare room to join Arthur in his bed, quickly casting a silencing charm and undressing.
She was hovering above him, his mouth finding the pink nipples on the tips of her voluptuous breasts. She slowly lowered herself, sheathing him completely within her and causing them to moan in shared pleasure. The first few times had been fumbling and awkward... now it was fantastic.
Her breath was hot in his ear. "I'm all yours."
He greedily sucked her tongue into his mouth as he repeatedly thrust up inside her. She matched his thrusts, bucking down on him, the ancient mattress squeaking as they found an intense rhythm. His hands held her generous hips as she rode him, screaming his name as they came undone. She collapsed on his chest, panting.
"Oh, Arthur, only six more months and we can be together every day."
He kissed her softly. "Every day for a lifetime?"
"Yes, love. A lifetime."
That promise had sealed it. Friends and lovers, eternally.
Ron's vows faded into the background momentarily as Arthur whispered in his wife's ear. "I love you, Molly."