You know, I never did see myself marrying a pureblood. Sorry, Molly. It's just that Muggles are so fascinating, when I was fifteen or so, I was certain that I was going to marry a Muggle girl, or maybe a Muggle-born, and live in a Muggle town, and that I'd promote Muggle rights, and she would teach me all about how they lived.

Now, when I was sixteen, a girl caught my eye. I'd known her before, of course, we were in the same house and year. I'd spoken to her, and I'd always fancied her a bit. But I had my dream of marrying a Muggle.

But then Molly Prewett caught my eye and my heart, and I was so utterly in love that I didn't give a hoot what her blood status was.

In my dream, my Muggle wife taught me about plugs and batteries and ekeltricity. I wasn't to know that you, Molly Prewett, with your fiery hair and eyes and smile, would teach me about life, love, and everything in between. The reason you were never my dream, Molly, is because you are far too brilliant to dream of. I could never have imagined someone like you.

Love is even more fascinating than Muggles, so much more complicated and interesting! You taught me everything you knew, Molly Prewett, how to dance, and how to make you smile, and how to stop your crying, and how not to make you start crying in the first place. But the rest of it ... the rest of it, we were learning together, as we went.

I know I exasperate you, and I am sorry, dear. But I think we've done all right, haven't we? I know I haven't provided for you like a good husband should ... but you've always told me it doesn't matter. We have each other, and we have our children, and that's the most important thing, isn't it?

Goodness, I didn't even know I all this bottled up inside me. I know I tell you I love you, and I do hope you believe me, but it's not quite the same as telling you why. But we don't have the time. I'm busy doing what I always wanted to do. I'm living some of the dream I dreamt when I was fifteen; I am promoting Muggle rights and equal status, and I could not be happier.

You are busy being a wonderful mother and grandmother. Some of the dream I dreamt when I was fifteen is very different, and I don't think I could have been half as happy living with a Muggle girl, in a Muggle town. You, Molly, are so much better than a dream, because you are real. You are there for me. You married me when we were eighteen and gave me seven beautiful children, and like our children you grew as a person, you became stronger and I learnt much about you that I never knew before. A lot changes about Muggle technology, but the one thing about you, Molly, that will never change, is that you love me and I love you, and knowing that will keep me happy forever.

I know all I can about Muggles, but I'll never know everything about love. I'll never know what it is that makes my heart beat quicker every time I see you, even now. I'll never know every single little reason why I love so you, Molly, Molly Weasley, my Mollywobbles ...

Well this took about five minutes and you can probably tell, but I know if I don't do it now I never will! Such a dedicated author, I know. I do love Arthur and I wanted to do him justice but ... well, I hope I have.

Just for the record, while I was writing this I was listening to 'The Book of Love' by Peter Gabriel - such a lovely song for Molly and Arthur! :)