14 December 1964 – Date
The snow was just beginning to fall over the Hogwarts grounds as Molly and Arthur walked back from Hogsmeade. Molly held her miniature bouquet of Honeydukes sugar flowers, beaming. "I had a really nice time with you, Arthur," she said nervously, coming to a stop and facing him. He had gotten so tall in the past few months that she actually had to look up to meet his gaze.
He grinned. "Even with your little brothers popping up when we were trying to leave the castle?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes. "They're first years, what do they know? Little gits," she scoffed. "Anyway, we had a nice time in the village." She plucked one pink flower and pulled off a petal, popping it in her mouth and handing the rest of the blossom to Arthur. "Thank you for these. They're my favorite."
"Candy and flowers," Arthur shrugged. "Isn't that what you're supposed to get a girl on your first date?" Molly felt herself turn bright pink and looked away. Arthur cleared his throat, embarrassed. "I had a really nice time with you too," he murmured.
"Maybe the next one, after Christmas—" she began hopefully, but then she broke off, looking around in the snowy trees. They were just on the edge of the grounds, in sight of the lake and the castle. She could have sworn that she had just heard a twig snap, as though someone was nearby.
Arthur didn't seem to have heard anything. "Are you…saying you'd like to go again?" he asked.
Molly smiled. "I…I would," she said. "If you wanted to."
He looked inexpressibly excited. "Oh, Molly—I'd love to!" he said enthusiastically, and she laughed.
"All—all right then," she agreed, taking his hand. "It's a date."
"A date," Arthur repeated, looking down at their interlocked fingers. Then he looked up at her, his blue eyes suddenly magnetic. Molly couldn't look away if she wanted to. "Molly?" he asked.
The air around them seemed to have gone totally silent.
"Yes?"
"Can I—kiss you?"
"All right." Molly closed her eyes just as Arthur's lips touched hers—and the entire snowy forest seemed to explode around them with warm air and sunshine—Molly felt as though she were flying, soaring above Hogsmeade, above Hogwarts, high into the sky—
"Eurgh!"
"Ouch!" Arthur cried, as a snowball smacked his ear, abruptly ending their kiss. He looked around, and so did Molly. Over in the bushes, she could see two identical red heads poking up out of a nearby shrub.
"Have you been waiting for us?" she screeched. "I'm going to kill you!" And she charged towards her brothers, as Arthur roared with laughter.