Molly lay on her bed that night thinking about Arthur, it was still early days and she had so many things she had to ask him. Like what his favourite colour was or his favourite smell and taste. She was actually sucking on the present he'd given her as she lay there, thinking as hard as she could about Arthur's favourite flavour. when nothing happenjed she sighed and gave up, instead thinking of cherry. She began to taste the amazing tangs of a cherry, sweet but slightly sour. She loved her present, and the fact that it did all sorts of flavours from all over the world was amazing. She had always enjoyed cooking and so in an instant she thought of spaghetti bolognese and felt the warmth of the juices flowing down her throat. With a yawn, she slipped the ball out of her mouth and into a special box that it had come with and fell asleep, dreaming of Arthur and food.

Arthur, on the other hand, lay in his bed, too happy to sleep. 'She's beautiful' he thought to himself and he felt proud of the way her face lit up over something he had gotten her. 'I wish I could go and see her sleep,' he turned over smiling. 'Well, only a few hours to go and I can see her again,' his mind raced and he felt his eyes become heavy. 'I'm not sleepy' he thought as he sighed happily. 'I want to stay up and think about Mo-' with that he fell into a sound, dreamless sleep.

Arthur had been sitting there for half an hour waiting in anticipation for her to come down, he'd already tried the stairs but they just vanished and became something that resembled a slide. So he went along asking all the girls that had come from her dorm to see if Molly was okay and if she was coming down anytime soon.

"She'll be down in a minute Arthur," they told him, "we didn't want to wake her and so she woke up a little late for you and well, it is Sunday." One of the other girls continued, "she didn't eat at all yesterday so I think she has a bit of a bug." Arthur didn't know she hadn't eaten all day, he felt slightly responsible, he was going to make sure that she did eat and spend the rest of the day with him. Then, suddenly, Molly came bustling through her dorm room door.

"Arthur," she beamed at him, "sorry for not being here on time." She looked genuinely sorry but he dismissed it, took her hand and pulled forcefully.

"Down to breakfast Molly," he tugged her along, her face bright red and her stomach fluttering with the butterflies that had just moved in. Just form the simple gesture of holding hands.

"Thank you for my present by the way," she told him as he slowed down.

"I'm glad you like it," he laughed "that cost me the earth and by the way, no problem, about being late. I would have waited till I was 20."

"18 years then huh?" she mocked making him laugh.

"Something like that," he grinned cheekily as he sat her down at the Gryffindor table. "Now, would you like to have pancakes this morning and a glass of orange juice?" He knew what she'd say, she always had the same for breakfast and when she licked her lips and nodded eagerly he dished it up for her on a plate, not forgetting the maple syrup she always liked on top.

"How did you know?" she asked after finishing her first mouthful.

"Well, sometimes I looked over at you eating breakfast is all and I noticed you seemed to have the same thing," he answered honestly. She smiled delicately at him.

"Actually, I think I had a waffle one time and I had some pumpkin juice and apple juice too," she stated proudly. He smirked.

"Only because you couldn't reach the orange juice jug," he teased. She laughed, knowing it was true, he knew her and she was amazed and flattered that he even remembered what she liked for breakfast.

"So, what do you want to do today?" She asked him after draining the last dreg of orange juice.

"Well," he said his mouth full of sausage, "I 'ave sumin panned -gulp- and I hope you'll like it." She grabbed a piece of toast and began to butter it, seeing she might be here a little while longer waiting for Arthur, not that she minded, he was good company.

"I'm sure I'll like it, as long as I don't have to be blind-folded," she looked at him sideways.

"Damn," he laughed, "you don't have to be blind-folded, but I need to keep you occupied till dinner, so what can we do until then?"

"Well, I have a lot of work to finish off, I have that essay that needs to be done and I want a game of wizard chess off you too," she smiled coyly.

"Okay, to the library to finish off assignments and then common room to be beaten at chess by a girl," he laughed "sounds like fun." And, what really shocked him, was that he meant it, he was going to have fun down at the library of all places.

"Do I even care about giant wars in the 16th century?" Arthur found himself asking Molly. She chuckled.

"No, and neither do I, but we'll have to care just until we have this essay finished," she stated, a shadow of a smile dancing on her lips.

"But I can't concentrate with an astonishingly pretty girl playing footsie under the table with me," he jokingly moaned and grabbed hold of her foot with his. She gasped and kicked his shin with her free foot.

"Owww," he cried and rubbed his leg. She tried not to laugh.

"Sorry Arthur, reflexes and all," she grinned at him, "maybe giants will be more of an interest now?"

"Nope, still can't concentrate with an incredibly appealing girl over the table," he said resting his head in his hands and looking at her. She rolled her eyes, well, the fact she wasn't blushing at everything he said was a relief. Then she threw a book at him on giants.

"Come on," she whined "I want to beat you at chess." Arthur picked up the book she had thrown and grinned, shaking his head he ploughed into the book looking for any relevant information he could put in his essay.

A whole two hours later Molly and Arthur burst through the door of the common room giggling their heads off.

"Youwon'tcatchmeArthur" Molly said quickly, in one breath, trying to run away from him. He pounced from behind a chair.

"Oh yes I will," he smiled cheekily now facing her directly. She squealed and tried to run away from him but he grabbed her around the waist and held on, then whispering in her ear he told her "and now I have you I won't let you go." She didn't try and escape after his words and she leaned into him, swaying slightly, liking the way he felt around her. But this feeling was foreign and slightly uncomfortable when she came to her senses and she sprang away from him.

"Let me try something out on you," his voice seemed oddly low and serious but when she looked up into his eyes there was only gentle kindness. Soon the chess was forgotten as Arthur lead her to the sofa and sat her down.

"Can you lean back and rest your head down?" he asked. She gave him a curious look. "Trust me," he replied to her questioning features. She did as she'd been asked and she felt Arthur take her hair and put it over the other side of the sofa. Then he threaded his fingers through her hair and gently stroked her scalp, drawing little circles on her skull and softly caressing her temples. Molly felt herself sink down into the sofa, she didn't even have to think, all that mattered was what Arthur was doing to her.

"Is it okay? Am I doing it right? Would you like me to stop?" he asked her a little nervous from her being quiet for so long.

"Don't stop, it's wonderful," he heard her murmur.

"You're wonderful" he whispered, knowing that it sounded cheesy.

Far too soon for Molly's liking Arthur detached his fingers from her hair and walked round to sit next to her. He exercised his fingers and legs, since they had started to get pins and needles.

"That was amazing," she sighed, "thank you." He smiled at her shyly.

"My pleasure, anytime," he spoke softly.

"Where did you learn that?" she opened one lethargic eye to look at him gazing at her.

"Muggle studies," he told her, "it's called massaning I think." She nodded.

"Hey, it's dinner time, my surprise," he grinned and stood up giving her a hand to help her up with.

"Can't wait," she said looking nervous, you could never be too careful with boys and surprises after all.