A/N: I'm aware that in Bloody Chocolate, George tells Angelina that he loves her. It's supposed to be Alicia. Thanks to Puss in Green for alerting me of that.
Discalimer: Completely pointless. I don't own it, what do you know?
The young, sixteen year-old Prewett girl was hurrying back to the Gryffindor common room, being led by the oldest Weasley boy, older by a year, but like a child when it came to Muggles.
"Again, I've caught you two red heads."
"Pringle," Molly breathed under her breath, her cheeks flushing since the caretaker had found her with Arthur three times already that week.
"When will you two learn the concept of lights out?" The stumpy man asked, a smile tugging at his harsh mouth.
"As soon as you stop giving detentions." The boy replied with a smile.
Molly watched this exchange, intrigued by the oddness. Stepping in front of Mr. Pringle, the shorter girl sized him up with her blue eyes.
"What are you going to do with us? Another detention?"
Chewing his lip in silent thought, Pringle shook his head.
"I'm going to let you off with a warning Prewett. Since you clearly love him, I'm expecting you to keep Mr. Weasley here in line from now on." Pringle walked off, an all-knowing smile on his face.
"He's right you know," Molly said after a moments silence as she turned towards him.
"He's right? Molly, I never thought I'd live to see the day when you said that." See, Molly Prewett hated Mr. Pringle with a passion - a reason that was unknown to all.
"No, I mean, he's right about how we're in love. Or at least, I am."
"As am I,"
After they broke apart from the kiss and were walking back to Gryffindor Tower, she smiled.
"You know," she said absently, "I've always liked that man." And with that statement, the two dissolved into disbelieving laughter.