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Love Story by luvdobby26
Chapter 1: On The Balcony
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Chapter 1: On The Balcony
A/N This fic is based on the song 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift, I hope you all enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I own none of the lyrics, they all belong to Taylor Swift and I don’t own Molly or Arthur or anything out of the wonderful world of Harry Potter, that all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. Enjoy! :)
We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts...
The familiar sensation of being jerked forward by an invisible hook and your feet leaving the ground took over her and she was speeding forward in a howl of wind. Then suddenly it stopped and they were standing in the last light of day in Paris. The warm air welcomed her and she watched as the sun set over the orangey horizon casting a beautiful glow over the city. Her parents bickered behind her, oblivious to the beauty around them but she was not. Molly gazed around in awe at the city and it’s beautiful shining lights. She breathed in the sent of flowers, heard the sound of music and enjoyed the slight feeling of freedom.
Their hotel was just beside the Seine. A posh hotel with a great view of the city and huge four-poster beds with midnight blue covers. Guitar players played along the Seine, their music ringing in the ears of passer-by’s, making them stop and listen and letting them forget their worries just for a second as they let the music take over their minds.
The family got to the hotel and checked in. The receptionist was a tall lady with long, slender legs and dark hair and eyes. They pierced Molly and she was unable to meet her cold, snake like gaze. When she spoke her voice was soft with a slight hint of a hiss, giving her an even more snake-like appearance “Bonjour, welcome to ze best hotel in Paris. We ‘ave ze tastiest food in ze country and you can enjoy our luxury for however long you like. Je m'appelle Stephanie.” she sounded bored. She had probably had to say the same line all day.
They made their way up to their rooms, tired and weak after a long day of travelling. Molly hadn’t yet passed her apperating test and the Ministry weren’t allowing flooing to other countries or side along apperition. They had woken up at five in the morning and set of at six. They had a long walk along a long, lonely road and then up a hill to a cave were muggles never come. There, lying on the mucky ground was a small worn away shoe, still and silent. And then suddenly it was flashing and they knew it was time to go.
Molly said goodnight to her parents and made her way through to her room. It was big. Too big. She liked smaller places, cosier places, these rooms made her feel uneasy.
She dumped her stuff onto the bed and let down her gleaming red hair that fell down to her waist, her parents had always said it was much too long. Washing her face in the bathroom she looked into the mirror at her chocolate coloured eyes. They looked so empty and alone. The pain in them was clearly visible, but maybe only to Molly. She hated this feeling; the feeling of being always alone, always sad and always being looked down on. Why was it there? What could make it go away?
She finished in the bathroom and walked out onto the balcony.
I’m standing there on a balcony in summer air
The seine glimmered beneath her window and the lights of the city shone like millions of fireflies scattering the ground. She breathed in deeply, enjoying this rare feeling of freedom. Her long green dress trailed behind her, the moonlight reflecting off the jewels and diamonds. There was nothing but the silence. The silence and loneliness. She listened to it, trying to make out some other noise that would distract her from this feeling, but nothing could be heard, nothing came and all remained silent. Silent and still. All that could be heard was the sound of her breathing and thoughts. Her thoughts annoyed her. They were dark, lonely and painful. Not even a small light shone in her head. It was always night, always dark and always cold. All she needed was some other company, not her parents but somebody who understood her and would let her be free.
A chilly breeze blew, blowing the bottom of her dress around her slim ankles and her hair from her pale face. Rubbing her arms from the cold, she stepped back inside, closing the glass doors as she went. A sudden warmth spread through her and she quickly changed into her nightie and clambered into bed. Snuggling up into the soft covers, she fell into a restless sleep. Nightmares of her parent’s constant attempts to force her to love swam around in her head along with nightmares of Hogwarts. The faces of her enemies appeared in her mind and of the love that she would never have.
She woke up in a sweat. It was 3 in the morning. The room was silent. Too silent for her liking. She couldn’t even hear the sound of the heaters, humming quietly behind her. All that could be heard was the sound of her breathing, soft and quiet. After laying there for a few moments, she got up, wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her shoulders and making her way back to the balcony. The full moon shone down, illuminating the city. She closed her eyes, listening to the faint sound of traffic and feeling the gentle breeze on her face. After a few moments, she opened them again to see a slight movement in the bushes below. She narrowed her eyes, trying to make out what it was when a head popped out. And then a body. And then a pair of legs. It was a boy. The most handsome boy Molly had ever seen. His red hair flopped over one eye and his long hand ran through it, pulling it away from his face to reveal a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
Molly was mesmerized. Everything about this boy was amazing. His hair, his eyes, his hands, his face. Everything.
He peered around him, making sure no one was looking and then looked up, not seeing Molly hidden away in the shadows, and then took off, running down the Seine without a backward glance.
She went back to bed, still caught up in a daze, her mind full to the brim with thoughts and questions of the boy. But somehow, he seemed familiar but she couldn’t for the life of her think where she had seen him before.
She fell back to sleep. This time much more peaceful than the time before. She had dreams of the boy. Of his flaming red hair and his glittering blue eyes. She had dreams of being happy since that feeling never lingered long around Molly.
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Chapter 2: The Dark Haired Stranger
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A/N Ok, at least half of this was written in the middle of the night, in the freezing cold, in a tent, with people snoring around me and I wasn’t feeling well so forgive me if it’s rubbish. I hope you enjoy it anyway!! :) :)
Chapter 2: The Dark Haired Stranger
She awoke the next morning, the sun shining through the curtains, lighting the whole room in a yellow glow. Her first thoughts awake were of him. The boy. She wasn’t sure whether it was a dream or not but whatever it was she didn’t care. He was amazing either way. A smile crept onto her face as she thought of him and her together. She closed her eyes and pictured them dancing. Dancing in the light of the moon by the Seine, their arms wrapped around each other, guarding one another from harm. Molly sighed. That would never happen. Why would it?
A sudden knock at her door awoke her from her thoughts.
“Molly dear, your father and I are just going down to breakfast,” her mother called, “Would you care to join us? We have some exciting news.”
“I’ll be down in a minute,” she shouted back. Oh no, she thought, they’ve probably decided on her bridegroom.
After a few moments she jumped out of bed rather clumsily and quickly got dressed. She better get this over with. She threw on a deep purple gown and tied her hair hastily on top of her head in a bun. She washed her face, put on her jewellery and made her way down stairs, tripping slightly over the bottom of her dress as she went. The hotel was silent apart from the snake-like receptionist yapping away on the phone, sounding completely unrelated to her work, even though Molly spoke hardly any French.
Her parents were sitting at a table at the far side of the room, plates of food piled up in front of them. As she approached, she heard them talking in hushed voices, too quiet for Molly to make out, but she knew it was about her.
“Morning,” she said, a lot more loudly than she meant, “You said you had some news.”
Her mother turned, plastering her big, fake, white smile upon her face. “We think we have made our decision.” her mother beamed.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Molly asked weakly.
Her mother ignored her.
“You’ll love him, I know I do. Hair as dark as a raven and eyes as brown as chocolate. Just like yours.” She added.
Molly scrunched up her face in disgust. Her mother continued, “He’ll be perfect for you, darling, and he’s so rich. Who could ask for more? If he was my age, I would certainly marry him.” This received a look from her father.
“Mother, can’t I marry who I want to marry. Not some random stranger who you think I should marry just because he’s rich and has nice hair! I want to marry who I love.”
“And who might that be, darling?” her mother asked, eyebrows raised.
“I- I.... well I...err... I don’t really know. I mean I haven’t found him yet.” she said, “But I will.” Molly thought about the boy she saw last night. But surly that wasn’t love. She hadn’t even spoken to him. But there was something about him. Something strange and intriguing. She wanted to find out more about this mysterious boy.
“Excuse me, but I really have to go.” she said to her parents, grabbing a piece of toast and turning to leave. Her parents looked appalled at her manors.
Just as she started waking away, her father said, “Oh and Molly, there’s a ball tonight and you will be attending with Daniel Fellows. Don’t worry, you’ll get to meet him beforehand.”
Molly looked at him, confused, “Who’s Daniel Fellows?”
“Daniel, he’s your fiancé of course. Didn’t we tell you his name?”
Molly shrugged, “You might have and I just wasn’t listening.”
Her mother gasped. Her father looked horrified and said, “Molly Prewett, don’t you dare shrug your shoulders at us and please, for goodness sake, pay attention.”
“Yes father.” she sighed, backing away slowly, “Goodbye.”
Sitting in her room, her head in her hands, she refused to cry. She hated it, it always made her feel weak. Although, she was once told that people who cry are not weak, they have just be strong for too long. Maybe she had.
Why was her life so controlled? She just wanted to be free. The feeling of being locked up all the time was unbearable. No matter how hard she tried or who she escaped, she could never escape herself. It’s like she was under lock and key and only her parents could let her out but they never would. And when she marries, her husband- Daniel - will have access to the key as well. God, her life was hell. Was there anyway out?
Yes, a small voice in her head whispered, yes, you can do it Molly. Just believe you can.
Molly sighed. Should she believe it? Should she believe her heart or her mind?
Well whatever, looks like she would still have to marry that Daniel Fellows.
Molly, not knowing how long for, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours, it could have perhaps been several days, but she lay there, not even thinking, just staring blankly up at the high ceiling. Another sudden knock awoke her. This time it was her father. He opened the door, peeking his head around before entering.
“Molly, dear, it’s time for you to get ready. You have to go and meet Daniel.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she retorted, “What if I don’t want to marry him?”
“Moll, you haven’t even given him a chance. You might actually like him.”
Molly shook her head, knowing full well that she would never like a man her parents had picked out for her to marry.
“Well, you might as well meet him. What do you say?”
“Ok,” she mumbled, “When am I supposed to be seeing him?”
Her father glanced at his watch, “In half an hour. He’ll be coming here to pick you up and then he’ll take you for a walk along the Seine. Quickly, you better get ready.”
He left without another word and Molly was left alone, again, with her own annoying thoughts.
She got up soon after, brushed her hair, tying it into a much neater bun than before and changed her shoes to ones that matched her long, purple gown.
After checking herself over in the mirror, she rushed down the stairs, already ten minutes late. She got to the reception and saw a group of three standing by the door. Two were her parents, the other was a tall, dark haired, brown eyed stranger. Molly’s heart stopped. That was him. That was the man she was to marry.
He turned, looking her straight in the eye. His gaze was not cold, but was not warm either. Molly knew, without even talking to the man that she wasn’t going to like him. Everything about him was....wrong. His hair, his eyes, his hands, his face. Everything. It just made her feel cold inside. Cold and slightly afraid.
He walked over to her, a smile upon his face but this smile was not friendly. He got to her, reaching for her hand and brushed his lips gently against her skin, his eyes never leaving her face. His lips were cold, his face was pale and his eyes were stony. He still had a smirk playing on his lips and all she wanted to do was slap it off his pathetic excuse for a face.
“Shall we go?” he asked. His voice was posh and proud and Molly hated it.
She nodded, not meeting his gaze. He extended an arm and she reluctantly took it, glancing back over her shoulder at her parents, both of whom where standing, looking nervous with a hint of excitement. Well they have something to be happy about, she thought, it’s not them that have to be married to this prat!
They stepped outside, welcomed by the cool summer air, and started to walk along the Seine. They walked in silence for awhile, feeling awkward in each others company until Daniel broke the silence.
“I’m sorry.” he said.
Molly looked at him, surprised. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry for the way I acted. I’m like that. I act like a posh, stuck-up cold man when I first meet someone. I’m not like that very often. Well....” his voice faded away. There was something very strange about this man, like he’s hiding something.
“Well?” Molly asked, “What?”
Daniel only smiled. “Nothing.”
They fell back into silence. Molly’s mind was buzzing. What on earth was this guy’s problem?
“Your parents, they seem...nice.” he said after awhile.
Molly tried to smile, “Yeah, they are.” Yeah, they’re so nice that they’re making their only daughter marry a prat like this she thought bitterly.
“Are you looking forward to tonight?” he asked causally.
“Tonight?” she asked, suddenly alarmed.
“You know, the ball.”
Molly relaxed, “Oh yeah, should be fun. Do you like The Weird Si-” She stopped. A thought had just hit her. Was this man a muggle or a wizard? Why hadn’t she asked her parents? She better not let anything slip!
“Pardon?” he asked, clearly confused.
“Err... I said do you like weird people?”
“Weird people? Why do you ask?” he asked.
“I- I err- well I like them and I wondered if you did too. I’m one of them.”
“Well in that case, I do like them, because I like you.” he said softly. Molly almost smiled. “That’s sweet of you,” she said as she felt her cheeks burn up.
Maybe this man wasn’t totally creepy after all. But why did he act that way in the hotel? Was he hiding something?
“Do you mind if we sit here for awhile?” he asked, breaking Molly from her thoughts.
She looked around to where he was pointing. An empty bench sat there, the brown pant peeling off and a name plate, too faded for Molly to make out, sat rusted and forgotten on the back of the bench. She nodded and they moved towards it and sat down.
A gentle breeze blew, causing Molly’s hair to waft gently behind her and the sleeves of her deep purple gown to blow as she ran her hands through her auburn hair.
“Have you got any siblings?” He asked, although he sounded as if he already knew the answer.
“Yes. Gideon and Fabian. Do you?”
“No.” he replied, distantly “I’m an...only child. Better, in my opinion.”
Well I didn’t ask for your opinion
she thought to herself, not daring to say it out loud. “Your brothers, are they here in Paris with you?”
“No, they wanted to stay at home. Preparing for the war they say. Don’t think they are though.” she said. Although Molly loved her brothers dearly, she didn’t think they were the type to stay as home preparing for a war that might not start for years.
“What war?” he asked, confused.
Molly kicked herself. Why had she said that? This man was clearly a muggle. Why on earth would her parents pick out a muggle? They were so proud of being pure-bloods.
“Oh, they -err- they think there’s going to be a world war 3. Nonsense, I know.”
“How old are they? Have the left school yet?”
“Yes, Gideon is twenty-four and Fabian is nineteen.” she replied.
“I see.” he said, distant once again.
They sat in silence for another minute or so before he said, “Do you want to marry me?”
Molly was taken aback. What should she say? ’No of course not. You’re a total idiot and I would never even consider marrying you if it was up to me.’ No, maybe not, that sounded too mean. So she said, “Well, I don’t really know you, so I’m not sure.”
“Well, I want to marry you.” he said. He was making her so uncomfortable.
“Th-that’s nice of you.”
“Yes it is nice of me. I’m always nice. I can’t understand why you wouldn’t want to marry me.” he said, irritating Molly.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to.” she said quietly, but he ignored her.
“My mother always said I was her perfect son and all the girls would be bowing at my feet when I was older. Most of them are.”
Molly jumped up, anger rising inside of her. “What’s your problem? I meet you in the hotel and you’re all cold and proud. And then we walk along here and you say you’re sorry and that you’re only like that when you first meet someone but you‘re usually nice,” Molly’s voice started to rise, “and now you’re being like- like...this.” she said. People were staring at the couple, one of whom was sitting on the bench, a calm expression on his face as the other stood towering above him, shouting. And then she walked off, just like that, without another word. He watched her retreating back as she walked briskly away from him, anger boiling up inside of her.
No way would she marry someone like that.
Not now, not ever.
A/N Sorry if this chapter’s a little boring, I just wanted to introduce you to Daniel. This and chapter 3 were actually going to be one chapter but I wrote this and thought it would be too long since I was only on the second bullet point of my plan and had about ten points all together and a huge ending all worked out. So I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you think, reviews always help me get the next chapter written. I always liked to be told what I can improve on and what I did good. But please don’t be mean, I’m just writing this for fun so who cares if there’s some mistakes! Thanks xx :)
Chapter 3: Hello
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Chapter 3: Hello
The streets of Paris were busy as Molly pushed passed people rushing by doing last minute shopping before the week starts again. She needed to get away, but where? Not the hotel, that’s the last place she wanted to go. Not back to Daniel. No, never again. That prat. Who in their right mind would want to marry someone like that?
She walked, not knowing nor caring where she would end up. Tears blurred her eyes but she blinked them back, not allowing them to fall further.
The air suddenly felt cool and the clouds cast shadows over the ground, making the world feel grey. She felt so lonely even though she was surrounded by hundreds of people, her heart felt more alone than ever.
She walked briskly, wanted to escape the mob of people, but someone stepped on the trailing end of her dress, causing her to stop and turn around to see a muddy footprint on the back of her deep purple gown. Someone bumped into her, causing her to topple over slightly into a woman carrying her baby behind her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, as the woman cast her a quick, annoyed glance and hurried away. Molly sighed. Oops, She thought.
Just then someone else bumped into her and this time she fell right over into someone’s arms.
“Got ya,” a soft voice said behind her. She turned her head as he steadied her to her feet and her heart skipped a beat. It was the boy. The boy she saw last night, running along the Seine after jumping from a bush. The red headed, blue eyed boy, that didn’t seem much of a stranger. He looked at her and their eyes met, but in both pairs of eyes there was a hint of recognition. They stayed like that until the boy spoke, “I know you, you’re Molly Prewett.” he exclaimed, “ I’m Arthur Weasley, you know, from your year at school. We’ve never really talked and I’m in none of your classes so you probably don’t recognize me.”
Molly felt her face burn up. She didn’t know why, she just felt so nervous around him. “No, no, I do.” she said as she started to piece everything together. “You’re the one who rescued my wand from a Slytherin in first year, aren’t you?”
‘We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts’
It was a cold day. Cold and rainy. Molly sat in the common room gazing out of the window, watching as the small droplets of rain fell gently from the grey April sky, running down the cool glass where her forehead was pressed against. It was Saturday and all the third years and up were in Hogsmead so the school was relatively quiet. She looked around, noticing the room had gone silent. She was alone.
Molly sighed, she liked it that way.
After awhile, she got up, ready to go down for lunch. Packing up her books and papers that she had discarded hours ago from the floor, she made her way across the common room and climbed through the portrait hole. Walking down the stairs with her rucksack hanging from one shoulder and her hair draped over her face in a fiery red curtain, she saw her best friend Annabel Anderson waiting impatiently at the bottom of the stairs.
“Where have you been?” she had asked Molly, “Lunch is nearly over. You said you’d be here at half 12. That’s half an hour ago.”
“Calm down Anna!” Molly said, “It’s only half an hour and I had to finish the essay for tomorrow.” she lied easily.
Annabel seemed to relax a little. “Ok. Well what are you waiting for? I’m starving!”
They walked through the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling was made to look cloudy like the sky outside, with small droplets of rain falling from above but stopping two metres above the heads of the Hogwarts students.
They walked down the hall, scanning the Gryffindor table as they went. They found a seat beside their friends Olivia, Ashley, Cassie, Alanna and Natasha, and sat down.
“Oh, lovely to know you’re still alive Moll. Where have you been? I haven’t see you since yesterday.” Ashley said.
Molly kept quiet. “She’s been hiding. That’s where she’s been.” Alanna said.
“Nope, I bet she’s been with her secret lover!” Natasha whispered loudly and the girls, apart from Molly, giggled.
“Shut up, would ya? I’ve been no where. Just in the common room doing homework. Like you should be doing.” she added.
“Eh, you can’t have been doing that for the whole week! We only see you at meal times.” Olivia said, pushing her glasses up her nose and tightening her ponytail, brushing her brown hair from her face. “And.” she added, “I have been doing homework, I’ll have you know. But we only had our essay to write and I did that last night, with plenty of time to spare. At least I spend time with my friends and do my work.”
“You’re one to speak, Livy, you’re always in the library.” Alanna said.
“Am not,” she said, glancing at her watch, “Oh no, I have to go.” She got up, grabbing her bag and waving to the girls.
“Where do you think your going?” Anna asked.
“Err- well - the library.” she said, turning red and looking down at her feet.
“Haha! Told you,” Alanna said, but Olivia’s small figure was already half way across the hall.
Alanna turned back to the others and shrugged. “I can’t wait till we’re in second year,” she said, changing the subject. And then she turned back to Molly. “So where were you then?” she demanded.
“Like I said, I’ve been no where. Just in the common room.”
Alanna raised her eyebrow. “Look, why are you so grumpy all the time. And why are you always on your own. We’re your friends, aren’t we? You should be spending time with us, not some piece of paper the teachers give us and expect us to write on”
“Just leave her,” Cassie said, turning to Alanna, “So what if she wants to be alone.”
Alanna just cast her a look that told her she really couldn’t be bothered with her and got up, “I’m going. I said I’d meet that guy. You know the one with the nice hair that I fancied?” she asked. They looked at her blankly. “You know the dude with the funny smile?”
“What’s his name?” Cassie asked.
“Well - err- I- I can’t exactly remember. Erm, I think it could be Henry. Oh, I don’t know, I’ll find out soon.” she snapped. “See ya later.” and she turned and left.
“What the hell is her problem?” asked Cassie.
The girls shrugged and went back to eating. Soon after, Ashley, Cassie and Natasha left too, God knows where. Probably to spy on some seventh year boy.
Anna and Molly were left alone.
“Err - Anna, do mind if we go for a walk around the grounds? I need to speak to you.”
“Course, hold on two ticks, I just wanna finish this,” she said, gesturing to her half eaten cheese sandwich, which was filled with salt and vinegar crisps. A bowl of chips sat beside it, showered in salt and vinegar.
Molly waited, biting her lip, a worried expression etched upon her face.
“Ready?” she asked, as Anna chewed the last of her sandwich. Anna nodded, swallowing the remains of the sandwich and the girls got up, grabbing their bags and walking out of the hall.
They stepped outside, welcomed by the cool, early Spring air. The rain had ceased but the coldness remained.
Molly wrapped her robe around her shoulders tightly, hoping for some warmth and waited for Anna to say something. Anything, as long as she didn’t have to start the conversation. She didn’t have long to wait.
“So, what was it you have to tell me? Is something wrong?” Anna asked, concerned.
“Well, I - err- don’t really know how to tell you.” she started, “ It’s just... Oh, I don’t know what to do Anna.” she moaned, a sob escaping her.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong Moll?”
Tears started to fall but she roughly brushed them away, not letting them be seen. “Anna, why is my life so - so... hellish?” she asked angrily, her eyes angry and full of sadness, “You would think, being so rich and everything that I would have a good life, wouldn’t you? But-but, it’s not.” she sobbed. “And all the others, I can’t stand them right now!”
Anna put her arms around her friend, holding her tight and stroking her hair, “It’s alright.” she soothed, “Everything’s going to be alright.”
Molly pulled away, wiping away her tears. “No, no it’s not Anna. That’s what everyone says, but it’s not. I know it’s not. How can it be?” she cried, turning her back and starting to walk back to the castle.
“Moll, wait! You’re over reacting. I was only trying to make you feel better.”
“And you’re the only one who does.” she sobbed, turning to face her, “Did you hear Alanna? ‘Look, why are you so grumpy all the time. And why are you always on your own. We’re your friends, aren’t we? You should be spending time with us’” Molly imitated her tone, fresh tears falling from her eyes and this time she didn’t bother to wipe them away. “She can see something is wrong but she just makes it a whole lot worse. She doesn’t care about me. Nobody does.”
Anna’s face softened and when she spoke her voice was quiet and gentle, “I care about you,” she whispered.
Molly shook her head, “No you don’t,” and walked away, without another word.
Anna was left standing there, perplexed. She didn’t even bother to call after her, there was no point. She would never listen.
Molly walked up the marble staircase, anger burning inside of her. She must have taken a wrong turning, or wasn’t paying attention, because she found her self in a corridor she didn’t recognize.
Realising where she was, she turned back the way she came, hoping to find her way back, but someone blocked her way.
She looked up slowly. A boy towered above her small body, big and muscular. His dark hair was flopped over his eyes but she could just about make them out. They were dark, too dark for any normal eye and they started down at her, cold and frightening. She stepped back, fear burning away the anger, and reached inside her robe for her wand.
The boy started to laugh, revealing a mouthful of yellow, rotting teeth. Molly couldn’t for the life of her think what was so funny.
“Think you’re going to duel me, do you?” his voice was loud and deep. Then suddenly he wasn’t laughing anymore. His face became solemn, “No chance.” he said, lunging towards her before she could whip out her wand.
Molly jumped back, but not in time. He was already on her, grabbing her wand from her pocket and holding it above her head, jeering, “Nah, nah, n-nah nah. I’ve got your wand!” And he started to dance around as Molly jumped up, reaching for her wand. His hand got higher and higher with every jump until there was no way Molly was ever going to reach it.
“Haha.” he shouted, running down the corridor.
Molly didn’t know what to do. Should she go after him or leave it? She was just about to turn round and go straight to a teacher when she felt someone whizzing past her. All she saw was a flash of red hair and a twinkle of blue eyes before he turned the corner and out of sight, chasing after the Slytherin.
Molly walked gingerly to the end of the corridor and peered around the corner.
The 1st year boy had grabbed the 7th year by the neck, and, taken by surprised, was pulled backwards, towards the ground. The small boy had this huge Slytherin on the ground and was wrestling for the wand.
‘How on earth did he do that?’ wondered Molly, hoping the boy would be alright.
The boy, she didn’t even remember his name. He was in none of her classes and he rarely spoke, so she hadn’t never really talked to him, but here he was now, saving her wand from a Slytherin.
She didn’t know how it happened or what happened but the Slytherin was running back down the corridor and the boy was on his feet, standing in front of her, holding out her wand.
She took it and smiled, something she hadn’t done it a long time. She looked into his eyes and for a moment there was a connection. “Thank you,” she said quietly, “Thank you very much. What’s your name?” she asked but he didn’t answer, he just looked at her one more time, his shining blue eyes searching her face and then he left. She called after him but he didn’t turn back, he just kept walking, along the corridor and around the corner. He disappeared, the boy with the blue eyes.
She walked back along the corridor, feeling less alone than before, when she noticed something at the end, lying on the floor. The boy must have dropped it. It was a small object with buttons covered in numbers. She bent down and picked it up, turning it over in her hands. The boy had appeared to have taken it apart and then tried to put in back together again. She then realised what it was. It was a phone. A muggle mobile phone. Molly smiled. She had heard about this boy before.
He didn’t answer, he just looked at her one more time, his shining blue eyes searching her face and then he left, without another word.
“Wait, Arthur, wait!” she called, but it was no good, he was already gone.
Arthur. Arthur Weasley. How could she forget?
Walking home in a daze, Molly found herself to be a lot more happy than she had been before. But then she remembered the ball.
Her heart sank, and the familiar feeling of sadness returned. She would be attending with Daniel Fellows, the three faced prat!
She arrived at the hotel and found herself face to face with her mother, a stern, forbidding expression upon her face.
“You insulted him? Hit him? And how could you just walk away like that?” her mother inquired.
Molly was shocked. “Mother, what are you talking about?”
“You know full well what I’m talking about.” she sounded dark, like something had been taken out of her heart and replaced with a small shard of ice. She sounded as if she was possessed, and her eyes, her eyes had that hint of madness, possessed by another being. Although her mother was strict, unfair, she was never dark, never cruel.
“Mother,” Molly whispered, “Mother, are you alright?” she took a step back, wanted to escape, but at the same time, she wanted to stay, to make sure her mother was ok, that she was just imagining this sudden, strange madness.
“Mum, please, what’s going on?”
Her mother advanced towards her as she backed away, fear leaping about inside of her heart.
“Molly, you must marry him, or mummy and daddy...” her mother had put on a falsely sweet voice, but the next thing she spoke was quite the opposite, “won’t be pleased,” that sounded angry, aggressive even.
“Mother - “ but just as she said it, her mother blinked. She stood up straight, looking as if she had just woken up and wondering whether the dream she had had was real or not.
“Molly dear,” she said, turning to face her, smiling the same white fake smile, “how was your time with Daniel?”
Molly opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. “Err - it was - well, ok, I suppose.”
“Good, good, well run along now, go and decide what to wear to the ball,” her voice was soft, distant and slightly dazed. Molly smiled slightly, turned and started to run up the stairs, desperate to be alone.
She slammed the door behind her and flung herself on the bed, going over the day’s events in her head.
It all started in the morning when she was told she was engaged to some stranger, and then she had to meet him. Well that didn’t go well. No way is she ever getting married to him. She still couldn’t work out why her parents would pick out a muggle! She walked away from him, that’s all she did, why had her mother said she had insulted him, hit him and walked away? She sighed, so many questions.
She then walked, not knowing nor caring where. She had fallen over, into the arms of the boy from the bush, Arthur Weasley. There was some connection there, she felt drawn towards him. Every time she thought of his sparkling blue eyes and his flaming red hair, she felt a tug on her heart. She had never felt this way before, but surely it wasn’t love, of course it wasn’t love, she had only talked to him once or twice and they were never really conversations. It was merely a passing fondness, liking and would soon leave within a few days. But some where deep down, she knew it would be longer than that.
She had then come home to find her mother acting cold and dark, almost cruel. She had accused her of hitting and insulting Daniel, told her she would marry him or they wouldn’t be pleased. Then suddenly she was normal again. What was all that about?
And now she would have to get ready to go to that bloody ball.
Sighing, she got up and walked over to the huge, oak wardrobe. The door swung open, to reveal dresses upon dresses hung up neatly. All shades of colours swam before her eyes. There was every type of fabric, every style; long ones, knee high ones, short sleeve, long sleeve, strapless, ball gowns, summer dresses, evening dresses, everything!
She tried on dress after dress, and in the end she settled on one. It was a floor length strapless, floral and elegant, crimson in colour. It flowed from the hips, silky and weightless. Her shoes were a matching colour, simple pumps with a crimson bow at the toe.
She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the flowing, silky dress and her hair, held up by a diamond clasp, two strands at either side hanging down, with a slight, elegant wave.
Her chocolate eyes stared back at her still empty and lost, but all that was hidden beneath the beauty that shone through tonight.
An hour later Molly was ready to go. She stepped out of the door and to the top of the banister, where she stood, taking a deep breath and starting to glide down the staircase. She felt confident tonight. Something she didn’t often feel.
Her hand slid down the beautiful, carved banister as she took small graceful steps down the stairs. Daniel waited at the bottom, wearing a plain black suit to match his hair and eyes.
Taking a deep breath, she let go of the banister and her hand slipped into his. A sudden coldness shot through her but she shook it off, wanting to at least try to enjoy her evening.
He nodded to her and kissed her small, smooth hand, just as he had done on their first meeting, his eyes, once again, never leaving her face.
“Ready to go?” he asked, offering his arm to her.
She nodded, taking his arm and they made their way to the front doors.
Stepping outside they were welcomed by a cool breeze. The sun was setting, and the city was starting to darken.
A black car waited for them and they clambered in, welcoming the warmth.
It wasn’t a long drive to where the ball was taken place but the journey was torture. Daniel sat and stared at her. She tried to avoid his eyes, but they were insistent, piercing into her like daggers of ice. She broke the cold, unwanted silence, “I - I’m sorry about earlier, I over reacted, I was feeling rather unwell.” she lied, unblushing.
“No worries, I realised that after your rather... dramatic exit.” he replied coolly.
She nodded and went back to staring at the floor.
They arrived after ten minutes of silent torture, and stepped out of the car into a chilly breeze. She pulled her fluffy ivory shawl tightly around her shoulders and waited for Daniel to join her. He took her by the arm and they walked up the stone steps, entering the huge front doors.
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
It was busy inside. Couples moved around them, woman dressed in dresses of all different shapes and sizes and the men wore suits apart from the occasional kilt.
Molly’s confidence was starting to wither and she wished she could be somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Daniel led her into the ballroom, where music played and couples danced. They watched for awhile, Molly feeling awkward just standing beside him, and when he offered her hand for a dance she didn’t reject, relieved for a distraction.
The music started up again, this time it was softer, gentler. She took an airy step, marking the start of the dance.
Daniel’s arms were rapped around her slim waist, but for some reason, she felt comfortable. His lips were near, she felt his warm breath on her forehead and relaxed in his arms.
For a few moments, they were alright, just dancing to the music and not saying a word until he broke the silence.
“You look... nice tonight.”
“Err - thank you. You look nice too.” she said awkwardly.
“Why thank you, of course I do.” he said.
Molly sighed, there was no use get worked up over him just being an arrogant prat. “Yes, of course you do,” she humoured him.
He only nodded.
“So, what do you work as?” she asked, realising she didn’t know anything about the man she was to marry.
“A lawyer.” he replied simply.
“Do you have a big family?” she asked, hoping it would start a conversation. She had no luck.
She sighed again, “When do you plan to get married to me?”
“As soon as possible,” he said, a little more awake and aware than before, “we’ll have a huge wedding and you must wear a big, white dress with a terrific train. It’ll be longer than you can imagine. There’ll be hundreds of guests, and you’ll brothers will be there.”
“ Well, of course my brothers will be there.”
“I know, but they have to be there.” he insisted.
“Okay - err - why do you say that?” she asked, thinking what he said to be strange.
“Because they must be there, I have something to do to- to talk to them about.” he smiled.
She looked at him, the expression on her face not friendly. “What do you have to speak to them about?” she asked suspiciously.
“Oh, nothing really, just things we don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about.”
“Can’t you just tell me?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
The music stopped, the dancing ceased, and a sudden chill spread through Molly’s body. Couples in love were still entangled in each others arms, but Molly and Daniel had long since separated.
“I must go and speak to your father, goodbye.”
I see you make your way through the crowd and say hello
She watched him leave, relieved he was going, and then turned, looking for a distraction. But someone made her stop. There making their way towards her was the boy from the bush, the boy who caught her when she fell, the boy who rescued her wand in first year. The handsome red-headed boy whom she felt drawn towards and his eyes were locked on hers. He reached her, a smile upon his face. He opens his month and out comes one word that makes Molly nearly keel over with every single emotion there ever was.
A/N Gosh, this chapter was never meant to be that long, I’m so sorry if you found it boring. Please, please leave a review, I would love to know what you think:)
Thanks again to Cassie, you probably noticed a character named after you there, even though her role was very small. Also I named Molly’s best friend after my best friend and Olivia and Natasha are also friends of mine :) xxxx Thanks again for taking your time to read this and I hope you leave a review xx
Chapter 4: Weeping On The Staircase
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Chapter 4: Weeping On The Staircase
Molly was breathless, truly breathless. Once again she felt that tug on her heart, felt drawn towards him, needed to be in his arms.
“Molly, Molly Prewett, are you ok?” he asked, concerned.
She snapped back to reality and shook her head. “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” she replied.
“We better go and sit down, the next dance is about to start and we’re in the way.” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the chairs at the side. They sat on a snow-white sofa with blood red cushions. The material was soft and furry, Molly ran her fingers over it, welcoming the soft touch.
“Have you been enjoying the evening?” Arthur asked, turning to face her.
“Emm - yes, I suppose I have. What about you?” She felt tense, nervous, that must be the affect he had on her. He was poor, shy but there was something about him, something magical, something amazing. Talking to Arthur was difficult, she was so worried she’d say something wrong, say something to embarrass him and her. Why couldn’t she just stay calm? She was starting to get flustered, hot and, unfortunately, red. She always had to blush during times like these! He just wanted to have a normal conversation and she had to muck it all up, embarrass herself, make it awkward.
“Pretty bored until I met you. You look stunning by the way.” He replied, waking Molly from her thoughts.
“T-thank you, you look very handsome,” she said, flustered.
“Nah, I just look a mess. Hey, look what I managed to do,” he said, pulling out something from his pocket. “It’s a muggle phone. I’ve been trying for years to take it apart and put it together, but I haven’t managed till now, I’m so pleased.” he said, sounding excited.
Molly took it, examining this strange object. He looked at her, his bright blue eyes shining, looking like a small child who had just learned to ride his first bike.
“Is this the one you had in fist year Arthur?”
“No, I lost that one, don’t know where though. Oh, and by the way, I‘m sorry about earlier, it‘s just I had to go somewhere and I was just really nervous and... Well, I‘m sorry.”
“That’s alright, I was kinda nervous as well.” she said with an uneasy laugh.
“I’m also quite shy, that’s why I never had the courage to come and speak to you at school, especially with everyone there. I just thought, tonight, well, there isn’t really anyone we know and it’s now or never. It’s not that bad, you know, now that we’re talking, it feels... right.”
She nodded, not quite knowing what to say to that.
“Who were you dancing with earlier?” he asked curiously, looking around the dance floor, as if looking for someone.
“My- my fiancé,” she confessed, turning red and looking down at her feet.
She felt Arthur’s hands drop and knew his face had too. “What’s his name?” he asked quietly.
“Emm - Daniel Fellows.” she responded, “I hate him though.”
Arthur’s head shot up as she said the name, he furrowed his brow and looked around the room, a hint of worry upon his face. “Arthur, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing. Just... I’ve heard that name before,” he said distantly.
“You have?” asked Molly, surprised.
“Never mind, probably a name similar.” he turned and smiled, “Care to dance?”
“Why, of course,” she giggled, and took his out stretched hand. They made their way to the middle of the dance floor, and took their place. They waited until the music started again, soft, gentle, slow, just like the dance she danced with Daniel.
Arthur wrapped his arms around Molly‘s waist, and a sudden warmth shot through her. She took an elegant step, and the dance began.
They twirled, gliding over the dance floor, her graceful dress flowing around her, and she let her hair down from it’s bun, flying as she twirled. She felt free, free and happy.
“Won’t your fiancé be annoyed that I’m dancing with you?”
Molly shook her head, “Probably, I don’t care though. He’s not the boss of me, neither are my parents. I can do what I want to do and at the moment... it’s dancing with you.”
“That’s all I want to do right now too,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.
She smiled, looking straight into his beautiful eyes, wanting this moment to last forever.
“Don’t you just love Paris,” he said quietly.
She nodded, smiling as she let him carry on.
“It’s such a beautiful city, my favourite by far. I want to live here one day, don’t know if I ever will though.”
“Why not?” she asked him.
“Well, for one, I don’t know fluent French, and I am not planning on learning it. And two, I would like to have a big family, and I want my kids to go to Hogwarts, not some French school.”
She giggled, “It wouldn’t be that hard to learn French, surely. I would love a big family too, I just don’t if I could handle it. It doesn’t matter how many children I have, I’ll never treat them the way my parents treated me.”
He was just about to reply when the music stopped playing and the couples stopped dancing. They let go of each other and stepped away. Arthur opened his mouth, apparently saying something but Molly couldn’t make it out over the loud chatter that had just broken out now the dance was over.
“What was that?” she heard herself say.
He bent in close, so his lip were inches away from her ear and said, “I’m just going to get some drinks, I’ll talk to you in a minute.” and he gave her light kiss on the cheek before he walked away.
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
He pushed his way through the crowds, hoping to find some drinks, and also someone else. Daniel Fellows, he had definitely heard that name before. And he knew where.
He got to the drinks, his mind buzzing. What should he do about it?
Just as he reached out to get two glasses, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and found himself face to face with a man, his hair as red as fire, his eyes as dark as midnight.
“Can I help you sir?” he asked.
“Come with me, I must speak to you.” he said gruffly.
“Emm, sorry sir, but I must go and rejoin -”
“You will rejoin no one, the only person you’ll be joining is me.” the man said, a hint of madness in his eye. He took Arthur by the arm and dragged him out of the hall.
As he got pulled through the crowd, he looked out for Molly, but there was no sign of her.
The man had lead him to the reception, where he stopped, face to face with Arthur.
“Stay away from Molly.” he snarled, “I never want to see you - you touching her again, never want to see you talking to her. I never want to see you near her.” he spat. His eyes were big, menacing, threatening, possessed. This man looked mad, Molly’s father looked mad.
“I’m sorry sir,” he said, a lot more confidently than he felt, “but your daughter has the right to be with whomever she wishes and so do I.”
The man’s eyes widened, his face darkened and he looked ready to kill.
“How dare you speak to me like that?” he yelled, “My daughter is engaged for God sake, and I decide who she is with, not you, not her, not anyone else. Me. I am her father, and if you don’t leave her alone, there will be consequences. Who are you, anyway?”
“My-my name is Arthur Weasley,” he said quietly. There was something about this man that scared him. Maybe it was his maddened eyes, maybe his possessed look, maybe his darkened face, his threatening voice. There was just something. Something that scared him, at least intimidated him.
“You leave my daughter alone or else -”
“Father? Arthur? I heard raised voices, what’s going on?” a small voice said at the doorway.
They whipped around to see Molly standing by the door, a tall, dark-haired man standing behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. Seeing this made Arthur angry, annoyed...jealous. He took this for Daniel Fellows, the man whom he was after...
She had heard raised voices, what was going on? She turned to look at her father who was staring at Arthur, a dark, possessed expression upon his face, just like her mother earlier on. And then, all of a sudden, he blinked and his face softened, becoming more like his usual self, just the same as before.
“Molly, what are you doing out here? You should be inside enjoying yourself.” he said cheerfully.
“I know, I was just coming out to look for you.” she smiled.
“Okay then,” he said and turned to Daniel, “Daniel, can I have a quick word, about the wedding.”
“Yes of course,” he said, smiling his cold, dark smile.
They walked away, leaving Molly and Arthur alone. Daniel didn’t look at all happy about leaving them alone, but her father was already dragging him into the hall.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Molly turned to Arthur, her eyebrows raised.
“Well, what was that about?” she asked him, “I heard raised voices.”
“Nothing,” he replied, “it’s just I-I can’t see you anymore. I made a mistake talking to you, I’m sorry. I must go.” and he turned to leave.
“No, Arthur, no. Please stay with me!” she begged. “We were having such an amazing evening. Why do you have to leave?”
“Molly, you’re engaged, your fiancé is here, your parents don’t want you to speak to me, I have to go. I’m a poor, worthless boy who you will just be embarrassed to be seen with,” he said, his voice breaking, his eyes watering.
“You are not worthless,” she said a lot more forcefully than she meant. “You are not worthless to me.”
Arthur just shook his head, “Molly, we aren’t meant to be together. Your father, he said to stay away from you or there would be consequences. There was something about him Molly, he- he looked... possessed. I think something is wrong... and I know what.” and with that he turned away from her. As he opened the door and stepped outside he said, “Don’t bother coming after me. There’s no point.”
And I was crying on the staircase,
begging you please don't go...
Molly turned to the marble staircase and fell to a step, her crimson dress fanning out around her. Up to now, she had managed to hold back the tears, but now, sitting here on the staircase, engaged to the man she hates, abandoned by the man she... likes, scared by her parents and just everything else. The tears just broke free, rolling down her soft cheek and dropping onto her lap. A sob escaped her lips and she covered her face with her hands, wanting to block out everything; her surroundings, the people, the noise, Daniel, her parents, her emotions. She just wished everything could disappear, become black, become nothing. The tears kept coming as the rain started to fall from the darkening sky. They raindrops pounded off the windows and her teardrops ran down her face. Her breathing was heavy, ragged and her heart hammered against her chest, wanting to escape, needing to be set free, just like she wanted to be from her life. She wore a mask, a mask that always smiled to hide her feelings behind a lie. It started when she went to Hogwarts, realising nobody wanted to know her with her face that always frowned, she wore the mask, plastered with her smile and laugh. Soon, she had loads of friends and she was one of them, but deep inside she still felt empty, still felt alone. Nobody could hear her silent cries at night, for her mask was designed to block them out. She never really did cry, she held back the tears and stored them all away. But inside she was crying, every night, everyday. Nobody could see the pain she was feeling, not even her closest friends, for she made her mask to always be laughing. Behind the smiles were the tears, and everything that they saw wasn’t everything there was to her. Day by day she was slowly dieing, even now, her heart is crumbling. She still searches for something that will stop her crying, for the person who’ll wipe away her tears, because inside she felt so alone, but with her mask, nobody knows. She’s just waiting, her alone, waiting...
The suddenly she was the old Molly again. Not the weak, tearful one she is now. She was the strong Molly she once was.
She got herself up and hurried out the door to the bitter cold. Although it was summer, the weather was surprisingly cold and it was getting late. The rain stilled poured, pelting down on top of her head.
She ran down the street, shouting his name as she went. She held her dress above her ankles as she ran, hoping not to trip over.
Around the corner, down the deserted street, along the Seine. She stopped, out of breath, all hope draining from her. She sat down on a near by bench, not registering that this was the bench her and Daniel had sat only hours before.
The rain was still falling, but it wasn't so heavy. The sound of it hitting the water with a pitter-patter was somewhat relaxing. She closed her eyes, listening to a guitar player not far off. She listened in silence for awhile, admiring the beauty in the music, before she opened her eyes for the source if it. A boy about seventeen sat by the river, producing this amazing sound. She narrowed her eyes, realising she recognised him. It was Arthur.
Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,
She got up silently, not wanting to disturb his music. Creeping closer, she saw hehad his eyes closed, tears trickling down his face. Molly just stood and watched, until he suddenly stopped, and, without opening his eyes, said, “I know you’re there Molly,” with a hint of smile playing on his lips. “I thought I told you to not come after me,” he opened his eyes, still a ghost of a smile, but also a hint of annoyance.
“Arthur, take me somewhere we can be alone.” She blurted out. “I’ll wait for you here, by that bench. They won’t notice, I’ll say I’ve gone shopping. Or...” she said, a grin playing on her lips, “we could meet at midnight.”
Arthur sighed, “Molly, what did I tell you? I can’t see you anymore.”
“So, who cares, Arthur? Just once. Please!” Molly begged.
“Moll-,” he started.
“No Arthur, this isn’t fair! Do what your heart tells you, not my father,”
“Fine, but I’m busy all this week. What about Sunday?”
Molly looked slightly disappointed with this arrangement, but nodded all the same. “Ok, I’ll meet you here, at midnight and bring food. I always get hungry during the night!” she said, “And then, all we have to do is run.” she whispered jokingly.
“Yeah, to the other side of the world!” Arthur whispered back. Molly giggled.
“Right, midnight meeting it is then.” he smiled, giving her a light kiss on her rain streaked cheek.
She watched him go, rubbing the stop where his lips had brushed against her cheek, never wanting it to fade.
A/N Hello, chapter 4 done! I wanted to get it up before the queue closed, but I think this chapter is too rushed, please let me know if you think so too and let me know where I can put more details.
Cassie, you'll be glad to know I've thought of how I can bring you back into the story, I don't want to give away too much though...
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