A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I hope to start doing a LOT more now! Please read and review.
Arthur raced along the corridors, dragging a rather scared Molly. She usually liked a little irregularity in her life, something to spice it up. Yet she was scared of what would happen with Arthur tonight. The truth was that she had never had a boyfriend before and was so inexperienced. Of course, she wouldn't change being with him but were they even together? Did he think of her as his girlfriend? She shook such notions out of her head. She didn't want to raise her hopes just to be hurt. As always.
"Molly, are you okay? Would you like me to slow down?" Arthur's words snapped her back into reality.
"Yes, of course. Sorry, just thinking," Molly replied. Wishing that he wouldn't keep giving her that concerned look. They slowed down slightly and turned into a corridor. It seemed to be a dead end. Molly had no idea where she was anymore.
"Well, we're nearly there. Just got to go down here. Now, before we go I've got to ask you one thing," Arthur said, his voice quiet and slightly out of breath.
"Okay, go ahead," Molly said uncertainly. For Arthur, this was probably the most serious he got.
"Never, ever tell anyone about this place. I'd love it just to be a place for us two to know about," Arthur cocked his head to the side and smiled at her weakly.
"I promise, I won't tell anyone," she replied. Putting the hand that he had been clasping over her heart. "I swear."
He started to act like his normal self again then, grinning widely and running down the corridor to a portrait of a bowl of fruit. He tickled the pear that was in the middle and a door appeared instantaneously.
"Wow," Molly murmured under her breath. The sight before her was one of extravagance. Everything was so big...there was a humungous stove right in the centre of the room. Work surfaces covering every single inch of space. Plus, all the surfaces were so shiny. The shiny refrigerators gleamed as if newly bought and the dozen blenders looked like they'd never been used. There was also a huge wooden door into another room to the right. And a huge fireplace in the far corner. Molly just looked on; a glazed look in her eyes. Arthur on the other hand had seen this sight a thousand times before. He loved to come down to the school kitchens, his love for food was nearly enough to match Molly's. Not that he'd ever let that on to any of his friends. Cooking was rather more of a feminine passion not that he could actually cook, tasting was more his thing. Along with the fascination of muggles, of course.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Arthur spoke softly, "come on in." He took her hand lightly and they walked in together. Molly nodded and softly stepped onto the maroon tiles. "Uh, Molly? Why are you tip-toeing?" Arthur enquired, puzzled "the floor won't break, I swear." Molly felt her face flush. She hadn't even realised she'd been doing it. She let her heels drop and coughed slightly.
"You know what? I think I like your surprise," she said, looking down at her feet and playing with her hands.
"Great! I hoped you would," Arthur grinned back, frustrated with himself for making Molly uncomfortable. "Come on, there's more to the surprise," he added. He walked along to the vast wooden doors and pushed them open with ease. Inside, there was a room the size of the great hall. But instead of long house tables there was a small table, enough for two. Candle-lit and laid with plates and cutlery.
"Wow, Arthur, this is amazing," Molly gasped. Her eyes started to water and tears spilled down her full rosy cheeks. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. She felt so grateful; so loved.
"Nothing's too much for you Molly," Arthur said, looking deep into her eyes, eyebrows furrowed with concern. He ever so gently leaned over and put his arms around her waist. Then when he could no longer resist, he tilted her head up with his right index finger and cupping the side of her face he used his left thumb to rub roughly at the fallen tears.
"Ouch!" Molly exclaimed, jumping back and rubbing her hand over her eye.
"You know, only I could have messed that up. I'm really sorry Molly," he said, his face a mixture of emotions. Anger, at himself, guilt, for hurting her and he almost looked fed up. But to his amazement, Molly was laughing. She didn't mean him to think that she was laughing at him but laughter rippled through her body. It was the uncontrollable type of laughter and the type that only came when you were really truly happy.
"Would Mr. Weasley like anything to eat, sir?" a short and towel-plastered house elf came shuffling up to a bemused Arthur.
"Uh, yeah, I think we could do with that now," he answered, smiling lightly at a hysterical Molly.
The food arrived with a click of the house elf's fingers and after Molly had calmed down with her manic chuckling they both sat down to eat the mouth-watering dishes on the table. All kinds of cuisines lay on that table, from Chinese chicken chow mein to huge American ham burgers. Molly cried out at nearly every plate that Arthur should taste it. He, of course, did. Just watching her face brighten with happiness when they shared a dish made him realise how happy he was too.
"Where have you been then?" Andrew demanded as soon as Arthur walked into the dormitory. Andrew continued, "you weren't there at dinner and I looked for you everywhere." Meanwhile, Arthur was humming a tune under his breath and almost skipping his way to the bathroom. "Oh Merlin, you haven't been with that fat girl have you?" Andrew asked, a look of disgust on his face. Arthur stopped in his tracks. No spring in his step and no sweet melody. Slowly, he turned around, his face flushed with fury. His eyes with a glint of anger.
"What did you say?" he hissed. His red hair almost gave off the effect that he was on fire.
"N-nothing," his fellow room-mate stammered. One didn't want to get on the wrong side of Arthur, he was soft at heart but he wouldn't stand for anyone trying to insult something or someone he cared for.
"Her name is MOLLY and yes, not that it is any of your business, I was with her," he turned away slightly. "Oh, and if you ever call her fat again then that nice little cupboard in the dungeons will become your own personal living quarters, okay?"
"Yes Arthur," Andrew replied quietly. 'He must really like her' he thought, 'Arthur wont even stand up for himself when people get at him.' Molly on the other hand was getting a more pleasant response about Arthur from her friends.
"So, go on, did you kiss?" Karen asked.
"Did it go any further?" Celia asked while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, sending laughter through the group of girls.
"I've only been going out with him two days!" Molly exclaimed, grinning.
"And you haven't done it with him yet?" Celia gasped dramatically.
"Typical Celia that, isn't it?" Valery sniggered. Giggling along with her friends, Molly could never remember a time when she was happier. It was all because of Arthur.
I'm actually in the process of writing Chapter 5, so it shouldn't be too long before it's up and readable. Thank you for reading...'thank you' Please review! I'd love to know how I could improve and grow, so any comments will be welcome.