A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter...I think the 6th or 7th chapter will be the last of this story. So please review and tell me what you think. I'd appreciate it so much. Anyway, happy reading:)

It was certainly official. Molly and Arthur were an item. They sat together at meals and when it was available they shared the cosy armchair near the fire in the common room that had been named the 'Love Seat'. They sneaked out after their curfew (more Arthur's idea but Molly agreed with it because she enjoyed visiting the school kitchens). As a matter of fact they had both changed quite a bit.

Molly was a lot more authoritive now. She had gotten comfortable with Arthur and she had gotten to know him well. The same as Arthur had learnt how Molly could be. Yet, he liked it when she took charge, he liked looking at Molly's nose crinkle slightly when she was telling him off for not focussing on his potion essay or playing a prank on the teachers.

"Just one throw, Molly," he said grinning playfully. "Please?" he added in a pleading voice.

"You'll get in trouble for it, then what? Besides, they stink," Molly replied, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"Don't you think that's the whole point of a dung-bomb, dear?" Arthur suggested cheekily.

"You set that off and I'll make you swallow one. Then no one will want to come near you the way you'll be smelling. Especially me. I'll just be laughing at you from afar," then she demonstrated by giving a slow mocking 'ha ha ha'. Arthur couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll just have to sneak up to see you in the middle of the night, preferably your dorm room and all your hair will fall out because of my odour," Arthur retaliated pathetically.

"Oh, yeah? That's actually a relevant point, when are you going to wash?" Molly grinned while wafting her hand over her nose. Arthur grabbed her arm to stop it moving, his face in melodramatic disbelief.

"Only when you jump in with me," he winked, pulling her closer.

"I guess I'm going to have to put up with the smell then...or maybe I could trade you in for a cleaner model. Maybe a troll?" Molly teased. Arthur laughed but said nothing. Then he started to bite his lip and fidget with his fingers. He was nervous.

"I love you, Molly" Arthur burst out. It was the first time that either of them had mentioned love.

"Arthur," murmured Molly uncertainly. Her heart was pounding and she seemed to be stuck for words. It wasn't like she didn't love him back, she cherished him with every inch of her body yet she was scared of where it might lead. She had heard about men that proclaimed their 'love' just to get women in bed, she'd heard it on the radio at witching hour and anyway, she didn't want to admit her love, just to be hurt int the end.

"You don't have to say it back until you're absolutely ready" Arthur continued, "no pressure, you can sleep on it." He didn't want to scare her off. He wanted her to feel comfortable saying it and by the look on her face he hadn't been able to accomplish that. Yet, he didn't regret saying it in the least, every atom of his being had been oozing with love for her and he felt he would have exploded if it hadn't been for that sudden out-burst.

"Blimey, look at the time," Arthur said hurriedly, looking at his non-existent wrist watch and yawning. "Well, I'm going to bed," he said quickly, lifting himself out of the arm chair. 'I might as well give her time to think it over,' he said silently to himself. Then with a final look back at a perplexed Molly he ran up the stairs two at a time.

Molly sat on the antique green sofa facing the fire. The flames licked at the peices of wood lovingly, caressing them slowly until they turned into black dusty ash. Would Arthur's love just stop one day and then what? She'd be left as dirty ash, reduced to nothing. Then again, what if this was Molly's only chance for true love? She sighed for the millionth time that night. She was surprised at herself, this is what she'd been dreaming of wasn't it? Someone that loved her just for her...

Plus, wasn't Arthur exactly the man she'd always imagined her perfect guy to be? He was sweet and kind, he was generous, caring and dedicated to the things he loved, what else would a girl want...a girl need?

'Commitment,' said something in the back of Molly's head. Was Arthur ready to do that? Was he too immature? The common room suddenly darkened. The fire had gone out and Molly's eye lids had started to droop. She hadn't even noticed how tired she really was. Yawning, she lay back on the sofa and slept - a dream infested uncomfortable sleep.

"Molly, are you okay?" Arthur asked gently. She opened her eyes to see Arthur's lopsided face, slowly working out that she was laying down. As she sat up she saw the whole common room staring and giggling at her. Arthur on the other hand just looked plain uncomfortable.

"What's going on?" Molly asked, to Arthur really, but she looked around the room, making the question to everyone in general.

"Um, well, you were...talking in your sleep" Arthur replied, his cheeks reddening.

"Oh, Arthur, I LOVE you too," came a chorus followed by cheers and laughter. Molly looked hot and flustered, her mouth hung open in disbelief, in denial.

Arthur sat down beside her and said gently, "I guess you were ready after all." He smiled at her and took her hand. Molly smiled back awkwardly, her eyes darting to everyone else staring around the room. She hated everyone laughing at her, talking about her...staring. She looked down at the floor, her sight misted by tears.

Arthur saw her look down, he knew the general signs and he also knew he had to do something. "Come with me," he whispered into her ear. He tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her up, making his way to the portrait hole with her. Wolf whistles and crude remarks followed them out.

"I know a place where we can go, no people...just until things calmed down," Arthur said quietly. He lead her up countless stairs and down corridors until finally they came to a classroom. There were diagrams of muggle cars on the walls, Arthur softly shut the door.

"No one will come in here, Mr. Finch hasn't been able to make it to class lately and they haven't been able to find a substitute for muggle studies," Arthur explained. "So no classes for now."

Molly looked up smiling through tears,"I guess when you told me to sleep on it, it really worked."

Chapter 6 up soon. Won't keep you waiting for too long. Thank you for reading and please review :D My work here is done...well, unless you want to read any of my other fanfics hint hint Just kiddin'. See you in chapter 6 then. waves