Awww, this one amde me sad! now, I have to explain that I think during sixth and seventh year Molly and Arthur had an on/off relationship! Mostly due to Molly not recognising true love when it was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!

hem, anyway! These two are jsut so sweet, and this chapter made me sad :( there may be another folow-up on this event!

Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter!

When she pulls away, pull her back

16th May, 1966

Molly was staring in horror at the rain outside.

"But- but I- it- it can't!" She moaned. "Nooo,"

"What's wrong?" Asked Arthur, pulling up beside her and staring out as well.

"I- No, it can't rain!" She moaned, pulling nervously at the collar of her dress robes. He numbly wondered why she was wearing them.

"Why not?" He asked, then paused "And why are you wearing that? You're not going anywhere?"

Molly pulled away and paced to the window a few steps off.

"Bloody hell!" She groaned "It's getting worse. There's no way this can be happening!"

Arthur followed her.

"What's so bad about the rain? Are you going somewhere?"

Molly jerked away from him.

"You wouldn't understand anyway Arthur, just leave it." She tried to go around him and back to the door.

"Molly?" He asked, concern in his voice, barring her path. "Honestly, why are you so upset?"

"I said leave it, Arthur! You wouldn't understand, and you won't want to hear it anyway!"

"Tell me, please. It'd my own fault if I hear something I don't want to hear." She scoffed and lurched off to the side, but Arthur caught her and turned her to face him again.

"Come on Molls, My own fault, remember?"

She scrunched up her nose like she always did when she was considering something and then sighed.

"For goodness sake, Arthur! I- I'm trying to go meet my date."

He looked like he'd taken a bludger to the head. Molly quickly took her chance to stand right back from him. When she was a metre away she looked slowly up into his face, as if scared of what she'd see there.

He was still staring at her, dumbstruck.

"We broke up at least a month ago." She whispered. It was one month, three weeks and five days, but Arthur didn't say it out loud.

Besides: "No. You dumped me at least a month ago." He clarified.

She didn't respond, just looked confused and guilty.

"Who is he?" Arthur asked.

"Does it matter?"

"It matters to me."

Molly turned and stared out of the window for a long time. Scared, Arthur realised he couldn't read her expression like he usually could.

He took a deep shuddering breath and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Well, he's a lucky guy."

"Don't," Molly whispered again. He wished she'd yell at him, get angry, do anything but stand there with no fight in her. "Don't make this harder than it is."

"Sorry," It was all he had left to say.

"Well, I'll see you later then." She said, still in that subdued voice he hated.

And she began to pull away again.

"Molly wait!" he grabbed the edge of her cloak. She froze and turned slowly back.

"I- I wouldn't want you to ruin your hair, or your nice robes." And he pulled of his own hooded cloak and slung it over her shoulders, drawing up the hood.

"Thanks Arthur," She whispered. "Thank you so much."

And as he turned and walked up the hallway, Molly found herself stuck there, watching until he was out of sight. Then she bit her lip, glanced out the window, and raced out to find her date. For some reason her thoughts were on Arthur for the whole trip over.

Review! please, please, please! I may just have forfited my English essay grades for this chapter because I should have been working on it now! Reviews make me haaaaappy!