Molly hurried down the dark streets of Muggle London, frightened beyond imagination. She just wanted to be at her flat where no one could reach her. It seemed like every man who passed her would pull a knife and no one would come to help. It was late at night, and, having left her wand at the repair shop, she couldn't feel less at ease.

As she passed an alleyway, she quickened her pace, scaring herself with hurried circumstances made up in her head. That man right there, he's going to pull a muggle gun, drag me down here, and-"Ahh!" She screamed as a large grey greyhound shot in front of her from the alley. She sighed in relief and looked around for ayone who would have heard. No one had responded, scaring her further.

She turned back and let out an even louder scream as a man had appeared before her. He cupped a hand over her mouth, "Molly! Bloody hell, what's the matter with you?" He released his hand and wiped it on the front of his robes. She had slobbered all over his hand.

"Oh, hell. Sorry, David. I just left my wand at the shop and I'm a little jumpy." She explained sheepishly, jutting out her lower lip in a pout.

David swallowed hard and swayed a little, looking like he wanted to be 100 miles away. It was gone in a second though, and he grinned and inspected his hand for bite marks. "A little, huh?" He laughed, showing Molly a few teeth marks on the side of his hand.

She blushed and crossed her arms. "Oh, give me a break. Where did you even come from? I didn't hear any apparation..." She trailed off, thinking hard. Suddenly her eyes widened and she grinned broadly. "You're an animagus!" She shouted with delight, clapping her hands.

"Well, I wasn't in Ravenclaw for nothing," he grinned and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Molly took a moment to take in his attire: dress pants, and a black tie around the neck of a blue button down shirt, but he had rolled up the sleeves.

"What are you all dressed up for?" Molly asked, her blush fading.

"I had a date, but it didn't go too well. She found out I really fancy someone else,"

"Oh," Molly said. "I'm sorry,"

"'S alright," he muttered "Probably for the best anyways,"

They stood for a moment in comfortable silence, and Molly took a step forward. "I have to get back to my flat," she said quietly. Lucy'll be waiting for me. She's a worrywart, that one."

David grinned. "Like your dad, yeah? I'll walk you there, then you won't scream at unsuspecting friends, how about it?"

He posed it as a question, but Molly could tell that he was going to make sure she was safe no matter was she said. It warmed her insides as she said,"Yes, please, thank you,"

After a half-block of silence, David said, "Molly, you've told me you're excellent at reading people. What do you read about me?"

"Well, I am," she said proudly, the. Her face fell as she continued. "But I can't quite get a proper reading on you,"

He gave her a lopsided grin and she smiled as one of his eyes squinted more than the other due to the unbalance. "See!" She shouted. "What the hell is that face?"

He laughed heartily and continued to grin at her. "How about I give you a hint or two?" When she smiled and nodded, he steadily moved closer to her until their hands and hips bumped into each other every now and then. Molly took no notice.

"I'm a waiting for my hint, you know,"

"Keep walking, you'll get it eventually," he said, rolling his eyes. A small group of men staggered towards them, and David reassuringly grasped her hand, and moved them so he was closer to the group than she was as they passed them. One whistled, but they made no move towards them.

After they were out of sight and nearing her flat, David still didn't let go of her hand. They let them swing back and forth between them a bit, and David continued to wear 'that stupid grin of his', as Molly had dubbed it in the last two blocks.

They arrived at the flat after some lighthearted conversation, and Molly interrupted his rant on cockroach cluster.

"I mean, I know they taste delicious, but really, cockroaches! They couldn't-"

"David," she said softly, releasing his hand. "You never even gave me a single hint,"

He rolled his eyes. "Good Merlin, Molly. I thought you were bright."

"I'm-"

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a desperate kiss. After they pulled away, Molly muttered, "Oh. Good hint, that one was." David's laughter filled the air. It warmed her and lifted her spirits. "I can give you a hint too," she said.

"Oh really? Do I even-" she cut him off by grabbing his tie, effectively pulling him down to kiss her more. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her up against him and laughed against her lips, "I think I'll wear ties more often, yeah?"

Oh, I wrote the whole thing and I think I'll just post it all. Does she seem too Mary-Sue? I'm not really any good at that, please try and let me know what I can do! Thanks for reading!