A/N: Thank you so much for reading this…I've really enjoyed writing 'Thank You' and I hope some people have enjoyed reading it too.

Arthur and Molly never had been ones for snazzy restaurants with live music or shows. Arthur couldn't afford it anyway. They were perfectly happy just being together. That explained why Molly was staring down at the ground 20 feet away, flying through the sky in a turquoise Ford Anglia.

"Where are we going?" she demanded uncertainly.

"You'll see," he replied and gave her a quick wink before turning back to concentrate on the sky ahead of him. Molly was starting to become uneasy, she trusted her husband completely but the trust she had in the car was a different matter altogether.

"What if we get caught Arthur?" she asked, trying to sound stern, but her voice shook as she said it.

Molly dear, please, don't worry," he grasped her hand rubbing his thumb over her wrist. He could feel her pulse and he was happy to feel the pumps of blood slowly settle. Molly looked down at Arthur's hand going back to the time years ago when he had massaged her head with those perfect nimble fingers. He glanced over at his wife, her eye brows furrowed; he knew she was thinking about something - hard.

"Penny for your thoughts," he said, glimpsing at her while trying to keep his eyes forward.

"It's nothing really," she sighed and shook her head, "I was just wondering about a few things."

"Like what?" he asked curiously.

"Arthur, all those years ago, what made you ask me to go to Hogsmeade?" She enquired, looking through her eyelashes at him. It's where it had all started after all. The beginning of them. He looked at her, a storm brewing on his face. It had been a long time ago, but he remembered like it had all happened yesterday. Slowly he released his hand from Molly's and rubbed his left temple.

"You remember that compass I gave you?" he asked hesitantly, knowing he couldn't lie to her about this.

'How could I forget?' she thought glumly, she hated reminiscing about the time period before she was with Arthur, it hurt so bad. Fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat she replied, "yes."

"Well, I put a spell on it," he murmured, mortified at his own youthful foolishness.

"You WHAT?!" she demanded, staring at Arthur's red glowing face.

"I made it so I could see and hear you whenever you touched it," Arthur continued, "in my head of course, no one else could see," he assured her. Molly's expression turned to one of utter horror, all those years ago he had known. He had watched her cut into herself, heard her sobs and cries.

"Why?" she asked him quietly, tears forming in her eyes, transformed into the shy schoolgirl she had once been.

"I…I did it for a dare," he replied, equally as quiet, feeling too ashamed to look her in the face. Molly had feared that had been the reason a long time ago, scared it was all one big practical joke. But now a new fear had slipped in her mind…he'd only gone out with her because he pitied poor fat Molly.

"You -sniff- saw me and you never said a word?" she cried, tears rolling down her pale cheeks openly. "Did you even really like me?" she burst, her voice hitching with emotion. Arthur's head whipped round, staring at Molly in shock.

"Molly, of course I did!" He almost shouted at her, wanting her to understand, to believe him.

"You did it out of pity didn't you?" She said, not even waiting for a reply, "I knew I was never good enough." Every word hit Arthur like a slap round the face, seeing how much his wife was hurting he turned back to look at the sky and landed on a near by cliff near the beach.

"Molly, you have to understand this," he twisted to face her, trying desperately to clasp her hands in his. "I couldn't help but like you, it's why I liked you that the guys dared me to do it in the first place," his voice was pleading, willing her to see how sincere he was. Molly sat in her place staring out at the sea, watching it rise and fall, her eyes and face vacant of any emotion.

"I was worried about you at first, remember, the next morning, it's why I rushed you down to breakfast. I just didn't realise you were so miserable, I wanted to change that and the more time I spent with you the more I liked you," he said hurriedly.

Feeling the need to explain himself further he continued, "You became so happy, Molly, and I started to love you…the more you opened up to me, the more I wanted you." He looked over briefly at Molly, he could see her face soften, the edges of her lips lift up ever so slightly. He took her hand then, looking deep into her eyes he plunged on, just waiting to see her eyes sparkle with joy.

"I needed you Molly, I didn't know myself until I knew you and I'm glad I found you to share everything in life with," he admitted, "we have 7 beautiful but exasperating children and an unorganised home, but I love my life with you, I wouldn't trade it for the world." Molly could feel everything he said warm her to the very core, looking deep in his eyes, all she could see was love and it made her start to cry, for a different reason entirely than before.

"I love you, Arthur," she said softly, eyes glazed with tears and passion. Then she faced him and the urge to kiss her was so strong. His lips hit hers with an enthusiasm that Molly never knew he had.

Allowing access to his familiar tongue she felt it dominate hers, stroking the tip and exploring every crevasse of her mouth like he'd never been there before. Breaking from the kiss she said absent-mindedly "thank you."

"For what?" Arthur asked gently, his nose wrinkling while he thought of a reason to be thanked.

"For loving me," she replied quietly.

"I'll always love you, Molly-wobbles." And suddenly words just weren't needed, they weren't enough. She stroked his cheek fondly and without even looking, picked up her wand and flicked it at the back seat. It really didn't matter about the past anymore. There were no secrets between them and Arthur had loved her through thick and thin. She could finally move on. The back seat began to enlarge, just about the size of a double bed and she idly put a silencing spell and blackening spell on the windows, making sure they wouldn't be disturbed. It was going to be a long and pleasurable night…

Fin