I know... it's so soon, and I should be writing my other stories... bit I couldn't resist! I left you all on such a sad note! And here it is! Another continuation thing!

Disclaimer: Don't own HP!

When she's cold and miserable, stay with her until she's warm again.

Continued: 16th May, 1966

Arthur had been sitting in the corner of the common room all evening.

Lance had sat and read with him for a while, and even offered to help him with his homework. Arthur would usually have realised his friend was worried about him, because Lance was very smart and very opposed to doing anyone's work for them. But he wasn't feeling very perceptive. He hardly noticed as Lance finished his Transfiguration essay for him.

Crispin and Brogan had come by too and stayed for a while, but had retreated to the dormitory with some worried words to Arthur, taking Lance with them.

And Arthur had barely noticed them. It made no difference whether they were there or not. He remained by the window, trying to see down seven floors and through the thick rain. He was straining his eyes for two forms coming back to the castle.

Octavia and Matt came back in very late, and he walked her to the girl's staircase before going up to the boy's dorms. He yelled out to Arthur as he did so.

"Hey Arthur, coming up?"

He shook his head numbly. Matt shrugged and went up, too caught up in thoughts of Octavia to really notice anything was off.

But he had startled Arthur out of his daze, and Arthur noticed the common room was empty.

He slowly tried to stand, and then fell back in his chair. He would wait for Molly. He had to.

And then, almost as soon as he thought it, the portrait hole swung open.

She clambered over the edge, teeth chattering, and sopping wet. When she got through she looked around the room, not seeing Arthur in his hidden corner, and sighed.

He stayed where he was, taking it all in.

Her dress robes and his cloak were dripping and soaked with mud up to the knees. Her hair was hanging limp around her face with none of it's usual bounce, and it might have been his imagination, but it seemed too dull. Then, seeming to decide she was alone, Molly burst into tears and collapsed into the nearest chair.

Arthur was on his feet and running across the room without conscious thought.

He was beside her in what seemed entirely too long.

"Molly?" He whispered, and she started.

"Arthur! Oh, Arthur, I'm s-so sorry!" She stood up shakily and with some difficulty took of his cloak.

"It got all w-wet and m-muddy. I'm so sorry!" And she held it out in despair.

"It was supposed to get wet Molly. I gave it to you to keep you dry!" He took it in his arms and laid it carefully on the table. "But what happened to you? What's wrong?"

Molly shook her head.

"I'm sorry Arthur, you w-were so kiiind." She broke down again and he looked at her in despair.

"Molly, I don't care that it's all dirty!"

She snuffled again and sneezed violently.

"Molly you're frozen to the bone." He said, concerned.

She tried to shake her head but he ran and grabbed his wand off the seat where he'd been sitting. Muttering a few spells he dried off Molly's clothes and tried to warm her up. Her arms were still in goose bumps, so her pulled her over to one of the sofas and tossed the throw rug over her.

Then he sat down beside her and put an arm around her shaking shoulders.

Molly sighed and then, after a few tense moments, leaned into him.

"Why are you so good to me?" she asked softly, looking up at him with her deliciously warm brown eyes.

Because I love you.

"Because you're my best friend."

Molly sighed, sadness in her eyes, he was confused, but didn't ask about it. He just waited until the shivering had stopped.

"What happened out there Molly?"

"He- he didn't show up."

"What?" Arthur was completely incredulous.

"He didn't tun up. B-but Ogg did." Her lip was trembling again.

"Ogg? The Groundskeeper?"

"Yeah, and Rubeus Hagrid was with him, because he's going to be Groundskeeper when Ogg leaves, of course." She sniffed again "He was telling him they'd had a tip off that a student would be out of bed."

"What?" Arthur felt fury boiling up, replacing his feelings of shock that someone would have stood Molly up.

"Me," She whispered "Ogg said my name. He had turned me in. It was a joke, a prank."

"Oh Molly! Who is he? Who did this to you?" He would find him and tear him limb from limb. Or- or something of the sort.

"It doesn't matter, please Arthur, don't get yourself in trouble."

"Who hurt you Molly?" His voice was shaking with anger. "Who was it?"

"It doesn't matter, please. Please just leave it. I didn't get caught anyway. I ran. That's what matters." Tears were welling up it her beautiful eyes. But how was he supposed to resist her when she begged like that.

"Are you warm again?" He asked after some time.

"I am. Thanks to you." She paused and leaned in, eyes latched onto his. For a wild moment he thought she would kiss him. But she stopped, blinking back tears once more and said.

"Goodnight Arthur."

He stood numbly and said. "You get off to bed then."

And then he headed for the stairs.

"Arthur?" She sounded hesitant. "Do you think you could ever forgive me for-"

"There's nothing to forgive." He said quickly. The sweetest smile crossed Molly's face.

"Then may I...?" She let the sentence drop off and stepped forwards, ever so gently so gently she stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Arthur thought his head would explode with happiness.

"Goodnight." She whispered.

And he climbed the stairs with swelling happiness.

Molly watched him go, and realised that despite the cold, miserable night, she was warm. Inside and out.

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