A/N: I used lots of prompts for this one, I hope that's okay, Pinky!

They just seemed to fit.

Enjoy this bit of Arthur/Molly fluff! xD

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! EVEN THE PROMPT!

Blue Polka-Dot Umbrella

Shirt

Bells

Blue

I remember lots of things about Arthur's courting me.

The things that stand out most are: The lovely blue shirt he wore on our first date, that adorable Blue polka-dot umbrella under which we got engaged, and most of all, those original and enchanting blue bells, with the sound ringing clear and true as I said, "I do."

That blue, wonderful shirt that he has sometimes caught me kissing tenderly, flooded with memories, is something we shall treasure forever. It is a sky-blue polo, with a cute little pocket where Arthur always put notes, pens, whatever. I loved searching through that little pocket.

Our first date was something of a catastrophe; but a catastrophe that started Heaven's descent to Earth, as far as I was concerned.

I remember everything clearly: how he combed back his hair, the number of buttons on my jacket, and the name of our server. (His hair was slicked with gel, I had five buttons on my jacket, and our waiter was called George.)

"Molly—would you like to go to a Muggle restaurant with me?"

"I'd love to, Arthur!" I shouted with glee, ignoring the looks we got. We were only fourteen at the time, and he had no money, but we made do. I, after all, did have money, and I refused to let him pay for all of it.

We went just a week later, right before Christmas break. He wore that shirt, and I told him I adored it—my way of telling him I'd like to see him wear it again, perhaps on our next date.

He and I made easy conversation. We spoke of random things; Quidditch, our families, Hogwarts, teachers, whatever came to mind. I continued commenting on that fantastic shirt, and a relationship was born.

"My parents would love that shirt," I told him, smiling.

"Well, could I meet them? I'll wear this shirt."

"It depends," I shot back with a grin, "why you'd meet them."

"I was thinking I'd meet them because we were getting a bit serious," he said, bluntly, not blushing at all.

I was attracted to that; immensely attracted. And this conversation seemed to be working out well for me. "Hmm…well, would we get serious? First we'd have to get together."

"That's true. Molly, do you want to get together, and eventually get serious?"

"I like the idea, to tell the truth," I said calmly, though inside I was screaming with joy.

"Well then, shall I see you again, in the Astronomy Tower, tomorrow night?"

"Is that a date?"

"It is if you say yes."

"I think we should make it official. So, yes."

"Great!" he said happily, no longer choosing his words so carefully.

And then, Arthur-and-Molly, the inseparable couple, was born.

The blue polka-dot umbrella is practically centuries old.

I love it that way.

Arthur got it from his dad, who got it from Arthur's great-uncle.

"Bilius didn't want it," he told me, when asked.

When asked what of his other brother, he never responded, until—

"My other brother was never interested in artifacts of any kind," he finally admitted.

So anyway, that day under the umbrella, (quite like the chapter from Little Women, the Muggle book popular for quite awhile, if I remember correctly.) the day after seventh year got out, he asked me that question.

"Will you marry me, Molly Prewett?"

I was staggered by the question. It seemed very soon to rush into a marriage, but I was more than ready. We'd been together for three years.

"I do believe I will, Arthur Weasley," I responded, and from that moment, we wouldn't leave each others' sides.

I loved that little umbrella, and that day when Arthur sacrificed his health (for the moment, anyway) for me, as he held the little thing completely over me. I remember the rain running off his hair, and how he was wearing the blue shirt. And I smile, just loosing myself in the old days…

I choose blue for the color of my bridesmaid's dress. No one knew why but Arthur and I, and he loved the idea. I had one bridesmaid, for we eloped. She was my best friend from school, Allison Thompson, and I said I wouldn't marry if she wasn't there. She was the only member of the wedding, besides Arthur and me.

I walked down the aisle towards Arthur, and as I did, I heard the bells. They were a tinkling, making very little sound, but it was extremely comforting. I remember thinking, "How can I do this? How can I elope, and promise myself forever to Arthur Weasley?"

But when I heard those bells, I knew. We were meant to be, and as Fate would have it, it was partly thanks to those little blue bells.

And to this day, I remember those bells, those original, quiet bells, and I tear up.

I married to the tune of bells.

Wedding Bells, as the saying goes.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the fluffy A/M! It was SO easy and fun to write, the words were easy. I love their relationship. I sorta copied the umbrella idea from Little Women, but I reread that chapter…okay, okay, I'm guilty. I'm embellishing on that lovely little disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE UMBRELLA IDEA!

So please, don't sue me!

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