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mollysmayhem:

Molly didn’t know what was happening. She didn’t know if the feelings were real or if it was the drinks she’d had at the party. She was still holding his hand and looked down. 

She felt butterflies. Molly Prewett wasn’t one for butterflies. Yet here she was.

When he put his coat over her shaking body, her gaze shifted to his. She saw confusion and thoughts pouring out of his head. She wanted to touch him but was unsure if she should or not. She felt like she was in a dream with an unexpected cameo performance made by Arthur Weasley. 

Unexpected.

The boy standing there swept her off her feet with his wand, giving her ice skates. She fumbled a bit at first, but he caught the hand she wasn’t already holding. She stiffened and was as still as the ice she looked at. Finally, she loosened enough to really see him. His eyes, clear blue, his accidental smile and hair as red as hers. She never noticed how attractive he was. She risked falling and released her right hand. Molly hesitated, attempting to reach for his cheek. 

She chickened out. Molly Prewett doesn’t chicken out. Yet here she was.

Then she slipped. Molly slipped right into Arthur. He was warm.

Molly shook her head as if she were clearing spiderwebs from her mind. She burst out laughing. She let go of Arthur, attempting to skate backwards.

“I might fall,” she teased as her legs shook, “Are you sure you’ve got me?”

The longer they spent out on the lake, the more and more Arthur began to realize this was no dream. He was skating with Molly Prewett and she was even wearing his jacket. After a few deep breaths and demands to himself that he wouldn’t screw this up, Arthur stood a bit taller, more confident than usual. There was too much on the line tonight to let his worries and anxiety get in the way. 

And then she crashed into him. He caught her, of course, arms wrapping tightly around her body and holding her there for just a moment. Their eyes met and Arthur could’ve sworn that her heart was beating as fast as his, wasn’t it? 

As soon as the moment had come it vanished and Molly pushed away from him, sliding backwards on the ice. Molly had issued a challenge and Arthur could only smile. 

“Absolutely.” With two quick pushes from his skates, he was by her side again, arms wrapping around her waist as he helped her continue her journey backwards, using his own balance to keep her upright. 

“The real question is do you want me...” He paused intentionally, wanting to read her face before continuing. “to catch you that is...” 

gingers on ice;;

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itsmefrank:

Diagon Alley, ever the risqué meeting place. Maybe not, but in Frank’s scatterbrained he always pictured it as an auror meeting grounds or some place where hidden fondness could be found. He had written Arthur back and requested his blue socks. Obviously he needed these socks especially for the Cattermole party. Because he felt the blue color would be the luck he needed. His eyes scan the familiar alley whistling to himself as he paced around waiting for Arthur. When he heard a figure near him he turned abruptly with a smile. “Arthur! Good to see you mate.”

Arthur should be more cautious wandering Diagon Alley alone as it didn’t always contain the nicest of blokes. But he had his wand at the ready and it was broad daylight. Surely, it was relatively safe. 

Arthur turned a corner and saw Frank pacing, a soft whistle escaping his friend’s mouth. “Frank! Definitely good to see you!” Arthur thrust a small package into Frank's arms. “Blue socks, two shades since you didn’t specify and I didn’t want to bring the wrong ones and there are some scone treats in there from my mum. She insisted. How the hell have you been?” 

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yourgalgladys:

Nodding her head in approval, Gladys wondered how deep the idea of being braver went. “Being more brave sounds like a good resolution actually. I like it.” she told him sincerely, knowing that during these times, being more brave is something that would be very beneficial to a lot of them. “I hadn’t really put too much thought into it, everything seemed kind of trivial.” she admitted, lots of simple things that wouldn’t be very difficult to achieve or just wouldn’t be worth focusing on. “Yours is a good one though. I might just steal that from you. I could definitely work on my bravery.”

They skated slow and steady laps around the lake as Gladys began to get more and more confident. “Yeah, nearing the end of my Hogwarts career seems a bit terrifying, the courage will definitely be rather handy.” He wouldn’t admit this to most, but he had no idea what he’d be doing after school. He’d done well on all of his O.W.L.S but what did that mean? 

“Feel free. A bit of bravery is always good as long as it isn’t too foolish. There are many in the house that may have too much than is wise. So, how do you feel? Think you could manage a small distance on your own?” 

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wxrmtxl:

Arthur,

I couldn’t even tell you mate! I still haven’t caught a glimpse of it yet. I’m imagining something the size of the Whomping Willow, maybe a little smaller. How the hell you get to see merpeople you lucky bastard. Once it gets warmer I swear I’m gonna spend a lot of time in that lake.

Excellent, I know I can always count on you Arthur. That may not be a huge thing but I can picture them ripping their hair out over it so well done. My break has been alright. Just been spending a lot of time with my mum as I usually do I’m just waiting for the right time to go out.

Peter, 

It’s your death wish. I’m even nervous just skating on the surface sometimes. I think it even shakes occasionally, so maybe the squid is pissed. I would give it a few weeks after the ice rink is gone... just to be safe. 

I charmed it too... so most common cleaning spells won’t do much. Might make them buy a new carpet altogether. 

Well, the castle is certainly quiet without you. It’ll be nice to have everyone back soon. 

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stalwart-shacklebolt:

Arthur,

Don’t worry, I’m certain she enjoys your presence whether or not you freeze up and awkward. If that’s what you’re like all the time then she probably just thinks that’s how you are.

Just kiss her, mate. Someone’s gotta be happy in this castle and it may as well be you yeah?

Kings, 

We will see if I can manage the courage. This is one aspect of my life I don’t really think my Gryffindor colours show very well. 

You should be happy too you know. Is there someone you’ve got your eye on? I ‘m a bit daft when it comes to these things, so I apologize if you’ve been with someone this time and I was just too oblivious to notice. 

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mollysmayhem:

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Molly felt like a free spirit. No. She was a free spirit. The drinks only amplified this fact. They also amplified the fact that she knew Arthur had feelings for her. And this particular night, the drinks amplified whatever emotions she had bubbling inside her.

Weasley was incredibly awkward but that’s something Molly found endearing.  He blushed whenever he saw her. She always noticed and couldn’t help but flirt mercilessly. But when she twirled around, it wasn’t just for flirting’s sake this time. The twirl was purely for Arthur. No one else. She didn’t know when that shift had occurred but it had.

Maybe she wanted Arthur at the Gala simply so she could show off, but it had grown into something bigger when she whispered that she wanted that date he’d mentioned in their letters. Molly had finally put the word out there.

Date.

He reached out for her hand. Suddenly butterflies swam in her stomach. There was a beat of silence where she panicked and didn’t want him to take away his hand. She slowly placed her hand in his.

Molly felt a quick jump in her throat followed by a calm crawling its way through her body. She never thought she’d feel that way if she ever held this boy’s hand.

She took the initiative, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and before they knew it, they were at the Black Lake in the freezing cold.

“You have me. What now, Arthur Weasley?”

Arthur was still pretty sure this was all a dream. Molly Prewett wasn’t holding his hand, Molly Prewett wasn’t standing this close to him, Molly Prewett wasn’t looking at him with that look. Surely this would end like other Molly dreams had, right before he was able to kiss her. 

But as soon as the chill in the air hit them as they arrived at Black Lake, Arthur knew this was different. Molly’s voice broke him out of his stupor. 

“First...” Arthur removed his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. “Now we need skates.” Arthur kept a hold of Molly’s hand, pulling her gently out onto the frozen lake. He tugged out his wand and with a flick and a small incantation, their shoes transformed into skates. He knew Molly wouldn’t be expecting this exactly, so he quickly replaced his wand in his pocket and reached out taking her other hand in his to steady her. 

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” And it was true. Arthur knew that he’d be there for Molly whenever she needed him. He knew that years ago when they’d become friends, but tonight he felt it in a completely different way, a way he didn’t quite understand yet. 

gingers on ice;;

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ohplunk:

Octavius was relieved that Arthur didn’t try to hurt Oscar or he didn’t seem the kind to go tattle on his family. Even though a toad and a duck were far from the normal company one should have brought to a party. The taller boy grins down to Oscar and nods his head. “Oh yes.  You welcome. I  no want you to get wart.” He can tell Arthur is looking for the quaking noise, only because RDJ wouldn’t top quacking. The golden haired boy clears his throat and lowers his voice. “Also brought RDJ but I no want snek to get him. He quack.”

Nodding his head he lifts the toad into his palms and offers him to Arthur. “Here you go. Oscar no bite.” He says trying to be comforting. “You have friend who you pet that want to come?” He probably could have said animal, but sentence building was still a bit tricky when it came to Octavius.

Arthur smiled at Octavius. He always enjoyed talking to him. “I think the two friends you brought our probably the most interesting guests here to be perfectly honest.” He wasn’t trying to judge the group, he just wasn’t one for posh parties like this. 

“What kind of cloaking spell did you use? He’s pretty well hidden outside of the quacks.” He heard the duck quack again and chuckled as a few people glanced around with confused looks.  

Arthur reached out and gently stroked the toad’s back, feeling the bumpy skin under his touch. He’d never gotten too close to many toads, but Oliver seemed pretty chill. 

“I have a cat, Sampson. He’s a big fuzzy Maine Coon. Super sweet, though I am pretty sure he would’ve knocked everything off of this buffet table if he had been here.” 

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itsmefrank:

Arthur,

Ace mate. See you at 2pm. Diagon Alley. I might be early but you don’t have to be early I promise. Can you bring me a pair of socks? Cheers.  Are you going to any of these parties? I only got an invitation to  the Cattermole News Year Eve party.

Frank,

One pair of socks. Got it. Color preference? 

I am going to the Gala, but only because Molly asked me to... not that she asked me as a date or anything, just said she wanted to see a friendly face. Surely it’s not a date? But Maybe it is? 

I’m not sure I got the invite for the New Years? But maybe if I survive the Gala I’ll bother Reggie about it. 

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stalwart-shacklebolt:

Arthur,

When have I ever been wrong? Scratch that. When have been wrong about things that mattered? Sure, you’re not Gilderoy Lockhart but if you ask me that works in your favor. He’s a ponce. 

Just take her ice skating and hold her hand and be yourself. Tell her she’s pretty. Kiss her at the end.

Kings,

Okay, true... but I just feel awkward around Molly. I can talk to just about anyone, but around her, I freeze up...

You may be onto something, I am a pretty good ice skater. Man... thinking about kissing Molly sort of makes my head spin. Not sure if that’s a good sign or not. 

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wxrmtxl:

Arthur,

I’d think the creatures would be too far down to care about us freezing over the lake but I could be wrong. The only good thing about the sea creatures coming up to the surface for revenge would be that I finally get to see the giant squid with my own two eyes. You know I’ve never seen it before? I always thought it was just a myth but Alice told me she’s seen it and now I just really need to see it for myself.

If you mean that big pureblood party that Sirius used to complain about every year, no way in hell I’ll be there. The attendees would probably eat me alive if I even just looked at that big fancy house of theirs. I hope you can get through it though and have a good time. Have a good laugh for me at all those stuck up blood purists, maybe cause a few spills through the house in Sirius’ memory.

Peter,

Giant squid? How giant are we talking I wonder? I jumped in once on a dare during 5th year and only saw a couple merpeople looking way too excited to have me flopping about. I swam as fast as I could. It was terrifying. But a squid would be amazing, as long as I wasn’t in the water when I caught sight of it. 

I did spill some punch on the white shag carpet in the hall as requested. Not sure they’ll ever get that stain out because I’m pretty sure that wasn’t just punch in that bowl. You didn’t miss much, mate. It was pretty dull. Has your break treated you well? 

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yourgalgladys:

Gladys couldn’t help but laugh a little at his encouragements, but it was certainly doing its job in making her not feel like a complete idiot on the ice. Her feet were gliding not so gracefully as the two of them slowly made their way along the makeshift rink. “I think you’re just saying that. You can tell me I look ridiculous I won’t be offended.” she joked, losing her balance for a moment but quickly saving herself from falling over.

“So Arthur.” she started as she allowed the momentum of him pulling her along just a little bit faster be the only thing keeping her moving. “You have any plans for the rest of the break? Got any new years resolutions bouncing around in your head?” she asked curiously, to keep herself from being too focused on the ice. Gladys hoped that if she didn’t think about it too much then it would be a little easier.

Arthur easily glided backwards, steadying Gladys whenever she seemed about to lose her footing. She was picking it back up pretty quickly, but he wouldn’t let go until she was sure she could move without assistance. 

“Not at all, I promise, you look fine!” He smiled warmly at her as Arthur turned them slightly to avoid the edge of the lake. “Hmm... resolutions huh? To be braver. I sometimes feel like I don’t fit my house too well. What about you? Any resolutions?” 

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ohplunk:

Octavius frowns slightly feeling the shame of startling the other boy, but he felt it imperative to at least warn about Oscar. Then the tall gray-skinned, blonde hair boy turns his dumbfounded gaze to look around. Trying to locate Oscar, since he figured it was easier to show Arthur who Oscar was. He locates his toad buddy still on the beverage table, croaking next to the punch bowl. Lifting the toad carefully in his hands he turns to face Arthur. “This is Oscar.” He pauses to fix the tie on Oscar, and blinks when he hears the quacking behind him. “Friends did not want to stay in castle.” He explains.

Arthur leans in closer to the toad and smiles. “He looks rather dapper. I like it.” He peaked around Octavius at the sound of quacking, but he saw nothing. “I can imagine not. The party is here after all. Thank you for the warning though, about the punch.” 

Arthur glanced at Oscar again. “May I pet him?” He loved creatures, his cat Sampson hardly left his side and was probably a bit jealous that he couldn’t attend the party as well. 

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stalwart-shacklebolt:

Arthur,

Just as long as you prepared to listen to some tone-deaf singing. I’m not as bad as my mum, but carrying a tune isn’t really my forte. Here’s to regret-less ABBA encounters, eh?

I’d catch you but I’m pretty sure Molly will take care of that for me. You two are wild for each other.

Kings,

Wild for each other? Pretty sure it’s one-way mate. I think she just thinks of me as her friend... or worse... a big brother? I don’t know how to cross that line? I told her in the last letter I wanted to take her ice skating, I used the word date, but people do that casually don’t they? Damn it. This should be easier, though it might be me making this harder.... 

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anatomicallyburke:

      “I would hardly call a drink in my hand a relationship,” Adrian replied, cocking a single brow. That was a rather dramatic term to call a cocktail. “But yeah, sure. Guess me and spiked punch have moved onto second base, the way I’m handling her.” 

      Without averting his eyes from the ginger, he took a slow sip from the punch. Whoever had spiked it put way too much liquor inside, assuring it would be noticed quickly and fixed. The key was to be more subtle, so even those that didn’t drink would get drunk. Still, he’d down the whole thing and try for a second. Anything to get through this night.

     “You have a bad night with drinking or something?”

“A bad night to say the least. Ended up mostly naked in the forbidden forest. A stunt I’d rather not repeat. Still don’t know where my favourite trousers ended up.” 

Arthur shuddered at the thought of anyone remembering anything he did from that evening. It was all such a blur to him and he knew it couldn’t have been flattering, whatever had happened. 

“As rough as this party is, I am not even sure alcohol could make it less... awkward? Or too prim and proper I guess?” Arthur looked at all the people networking and just didn’t understand the appeal. 

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mollysmayhem:

She loved the way she flustered him. When Arthur said he wanted to “dress to impress,” Molly responded with, “Oh, well, who are you trying to impress, Weasley?” hoping his answer would be her. She found herself wondering if she was right about it being her. She also found herself wondering if her head was getting too big for her body or if she truly hoped Arthur wanted to do it all for her. For Molly Prewett. Merlin knows that tonight, Molly dressed in case he came so when he did, she flaunted the dress as much as she could. She spun around and threw the comment right back at him, “I guess you could say I dressed to impress as well.” Molly smiled, biting her lip, hoping he would catch the hint.

“You really do look wonderful, Arthur. I’ve never seen you dressed so formally or …put together,” she giggled, drink still in hand. “Though, I appreciate your lack of style as well.” She said thinking in her tipsy mind, saying something she probably wouldn’t have said if she hadn’t been drinking. She didn’t want him to know she was forming feelings for him after all these years. Hopefully Arthur was simply taking her comments as compliments from a fellow ginger but Molly had no idea how he took anything she said. Regardless of that, she did something very forward. Something Molly would have done regardless of how many drinks she had.

She leaned back into him, his face close to hers, cheeks grazing, warm and soft.”Yes, Arthur. I think we should ditch and have that date on the Black Lake.”

Arthur Weasley wondered if that punch had been spiked with something much stronger than liquor. Surely Molly Prewett wasn’t flirting with him. That was impossible. Things like that didn’t happen to him, women like Molly didn’t take notice of a boy like him, did they? 

“Definitely you... I was trying to impress you. Though I suppose you knew that much.” He wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings and Molly had to have caught on by now, everyone else in the castle sure as hell had. 

“I’m wildly impressed, but you look good in everything... so...” He could feel his cheeks flushing, a total give away every time, damn his fair skin. He tried to compose himself, but she kept talking and looking him up in down in a way Arthur was sure wasn’t merely friendly, was it? 

“As you wish. Follow me.” Arthur wasn’t sure where this courage was coming from, but he could never say no to Molly. He reached his hand out, waiting for her to take it, wondering if their hands would fit together like he imagined they would. 

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Arthur and Molly’s relationship was envied by many people.

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Molly,

I just ran out to get breakfast. There’s hot water in the kettle. I couldn’t remember if you like tea or coffee more, I’ve seen you drink both. If you’re famished there are scones from yesterday in a box on the counter. Be back in a flash ;)