Kissing Molly Prewett
Suddenly there is a bit of a shuffling noise, like someone is being pushed around against their will. After a bit of incomprehensible muttering, the narrating voice changes. Now it is feminine, and a bit exasperated.
"I'll apparently be telling you the next little bit of the story because my older brother can't stand to think of his parents as human beings with wants and desires."
"Awww Merlin, Ginny, do you have to put it like that?"
"Hush or I'm making you do this part too."
An exasperated groan is heard from George. "Well, get on with it then."
The crowd chuckles at the siblings as pictures dance across the screen again, now showing various shots of young Arthur and Molly doing things like holding hands, sharing books, or sitting with their arms around each other's shoulders, obviously dating. One particularly cute shot shows the two hovering over a bubbling cauldron. Photo-Arthur accidentally elbows Molly as he tries to cut up a puffapod, unbalancing Molly on her stool and causing her to crash out of sight. The look of horror on photo-Arthur's face as he stares down, out of view of the bottom border of the picture, draws another chuckle out of the crowd. Eventually a shot of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop pops up and holds for a bit. Ginny continues,
"After their disastrous first date, Arthur decided that he better try something else to woo Molly, so that Valentine's Day, he asked Molly to tea at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade. To hear mom tell it, the couple had a lovely time and shared their very first kiss. If you believe dad, it was a horribly stressful afternoon of worrying if his palms were too sweaty or if he was boring her with his talk of his Muggle Studies class.
"I kissed you just to get you to stop talking about fellytishion and automocars," Molly says fondly.
"And I let you think it worked so that now, whenever I want a kiss, I just start up about refrigmerators or washdishers," Arthur answers slyly.
"Oi! You've got children and grandchildren here that you're scaring for life, you two!"
"RON!" groans every voice in the room.
"What? That's just common decency, that is, not to make googley eyes at each other in front of such a crowd!"
There are several muffled slapping sounds, accompanied by a yelp or two from Ron before Ginny's voice continues, "Whatever the reason, one kiss turned to two, turned to dozens, turned to hundreds."
"Ginny!" George complains.
Exasperated, Ginny retorts, "Then you do it!"