Author's Note: Alright, here is Molly. I honestly love her so much. This is angsty, I know, but I promise Molly is fun. Hope you enjoy!
For Reference: Kieran Wood is the son of Oliver Wood and Serena Fawcett. He has an older sister Gemma and younger brother Liam.
1. She is born in second place. The second eldest, after Victoire; 18 months and one day apart. Percy, in earnest, after all the pain he has put her through, names his first born after his mother. Molly Weasley II. They say it has a ring to it. But it seems they are all too busy with Victoire who grows more breathtaking with each passing day, all white gold hair and clear blue eyes. Molly may have the red hair, the freckles, and the loudness of a Weasley but it doesn't matter. Second is just second after all.
2. The moments she spends with her grandfather Weasley are her favourites. He always makes time for her, if it's to explain a project he's mucking around with in the shed, or to kiss away her tears after getting bit by a gnome, or to retie the ribbons at the ends of her plaits whenever they inevitably come undone. Arthur Weasley always has a moment to spare for his second grandchild, a moment she doesn't have to share with anyone else.
3. They raise them together, side by side, because both Fleur and Audrey want to wait a while before having another. The family is close, and having a cousin is almost the same as having a sister. They are night and day, Victoire so lovely and pale and polite, and Molly brash and exuberant as her hair. They raise them together, but they are never quite friends.
4. Molly loves Lucy more than anyone in the world. That is what sisters, especially older sisters, are supposed to do. Lucy is quiet, and serious, and they could use a bit of quiet, now that Fred, Dom, Rox, Louis, and James have been added to the mix. She loves Lucy's brown hair and brown eyes and button nose. She loves that Lucy does not look like a Weasley. But mostly, she loves that Lucy is the second child.
5. Fred is her cousin. Fred is her best friend. Fred is her brother. One month and 14 days younger than her and he is her match. He doesn't look like a Weasley either with his bouncy black curls and tan skin, but he has the eyes, blue, strange and exotic. He is loud and funny and makes her laugh until her stomach aches. And he is Fred Weasley II, a twin-less twin, like she, only his namesake is dead. He doesn't allow her to get morbid about it, because he doesn't get morbid about anything, and she can only adhere to his wishes.
6. Gryffindor. Red like her blood and her hair. Red like Weasley. As she steps down from the stool, grinning from ear to ear, she looks over to the table. It is a sea of scarlet and gold faces smiling at her, welcoming her. She spies Victoire at the end of the table, smiling politely, her white-gold hair a halo around her shoulders. For a second Molly falters, wondering how she could ever measure up. But then she hears it: the loud "Whoop!" from the centre of the table, and she meets those blue eyes, strange in his brown face, and she smiles wide, sidling in next to her cousin, her best friend, her brother. Gryffindor. She is home.
7. It doesn't take her long to find her own. Next to Fred she grows confident, and by third year she has her own friends, her own name, her own presence. She no longer envies Victoire as she once did, and no longer needs Fred to make her smile. Everyone knows the spitfire redhead who is the most developed girl in third year, all curvy hips and rounded chest. When Kieran Wood asks her to accompany him on their very first Hogsmeade trip, Molly cant help but grin. He's a year older than her, tall and broad with the loveliest accent. They hole up in the Three Broomsticks and make out for hours, and when they walk by Victoire and her friends in the booth nearby, Molly is stunned to see a flash of jealousy across her perfect face.
8. Molly loves her body. The Weasley gene renders most of the girls thin: Rose and Victoire are slender and petite, Lily Luna is all legs and knobby knees, both Dominique and Roxanne are waifish and angular, and Lucy is all around slim. But Molly is lush and feminine, a Prewett body— like her namesake— and even if boys call Victoire pretty, Kieran whispers sexy in Molly's ear, and she thinks it suits her perfectly.
9. Molly hates her body. She falls in love too hard and too fast, doesn't realise that Kieran is playing Quidditch with her heart, tossing it around and scoring goals whenever he damn well pleases. It is Fred who mentions that in two years he's never held her hand, nor lifted his gaze to her eyes, and only wants to spend time with her in broom cupboards, or abandoned classrooms, or the Room of Requirement (which James never quite forgives her for revealing). He makes her feel like an object, so she gathers up all her Gryffindor bravery and breaks it off in front of everyone, at breakfast in the great Hall. Molly has never felt more ugly.
10. He finds her in the prefects bathroom. The sound of the door closing startles her, so she turns, and there he is, tall, haunting with his dirty blonde hair, thin lips, and large grey eyes. He stares at her, into her, and she is so alarmed by his intensity that the tears stop. He approaches her slowly, the bottoms of his shoes clicking on the marble floor. Molly peers at his hand for a long time before she takes it— how long his fingers are— and it is only when she is standing with him looming over her that she realises he can see her wrists. He takes them gently (left first, then right) and whispers "Episkey" and Molly feels her skin burn and freeze. She looks down at the smooth expanse of her wrists, still in his hand, then returns her eyes to him. His blonde brows are knitted together, and his eyes search hers for an explanation but he never asks. Instead, he takes her face into his hand, and presses a single kiss to her lips. Molly has never felt more beautiful.