My Molly and Arthur Weasley
fanfic...it's how I imagine them when they were at
Hogwarts...please read it'd be much appreciated
<3
Arthur stole a look across the Muggle Studies classroom at the
pretty girl with the red hair. She was concentrated hard, her brow
furrowed. Arthur had always noticed her, even when they were first
years. Being completely red headed like himself, she had
immediately caught his eye. When the McGonagall had called her name
at the Sorting (Molly Prewett), he had completely fallen head over
heels and even more so when they had both been put into Gryffindor.
Three years later his curiosity had been reignited when she had
walked into the Muggle Studies classroom. Arthur had always been
fascinated by Muggles, he could never understand how they simply
managed to get along without magic. Anyway, when Molly Prewett
walked into Muggle Studies that morning a few months ago, Arthur
decided that he had found the perfect girl. Every lesson he'd
stare at her as she learnt about electricity and cars and all
matters of Muggle inventions, each day he fell further into love
with her. He just couldn't find the words to tell her.
When the end of the lesson came everyone else rushed out to
lunch but Molly went up to the Professor and started to discuss the
homework. Arthur purposefully took his time to pack his
things away and soon the Professor left, leaving Molly and Arthur
alone in the classroom. Arthur watched her place her quills in her
bag when she caught his eye, he looked away blushing but she
knocked over her ink over. Arthur rushed over.
"Oh merlin! Are you ok?"
he asked.
"I'm fine but the inks all
over my Transfiguration homework!" cried Molly.
"Here let me. Scourgify."
Arthur's wand cleaned her parchment of all the ink.
"Thank you." beamed Molly
nervously, bending down to pick up the empty ink bottle.
"No I'll get that."
Arthur bent down to retrieve the bottle. Slowly he got back up
until he was face to face with Molly.
"You didn't need to do
that for me." she whispered, their eyes locked.
"It's no problem
really." he whispered back. She leaned forward and kissed
him. They broke part grinning.
"I've been wanting to do
that for years." said Arthur.
"Me too." she replied.
Hand in hand they walked out if the room laughing and chatting, a
forgotten ink bottle left laying on the floor.