Chapter 2 : Step 2: The Smart One and Spontaneous Love
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Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't make a sound
Molly sat at a table, trying hard not to fall asleep. She'd been up since 8:00a.m. studying for exams. It was now 9:51p.m, and she wasn't close to being done. Looking around the common room, she noticed she was the only one still up. Her fellow Ravenclaws tended to go to bed early, unlike the Gryffindors who stayed up all night. Molly returned to her books, wishing she had someone to talk to.
"What are you still doing up?" She jumped and spun to look at the stairs. Thomas Jacobs, a fifth year, was standing there, grinning at her; she'd hated that grin since her first year. She didn't know him well. He was in her year but wilder then most Ravenclaws.
"Studying, what are you doing up?" Thomas shrugged.
"I was thinking about going for a walk, want to come?"
"But it's after curfew." His eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I know, that makes it interesting." He glanced around the room. "Come on Weasley, don't you ever do anything fun or exciting?" Molly bristled at the idea that she never had fun. She had lots of fun. But deep down she knew that wasn't completely true, she enjoyed her life, but she wouldn't say it was exciting. She shook her head anyway.
"Suit yourself, I'm going out." He was almost to the door before she changed her mind.
"Wait, let me grab my cloak." Thomas chuckled as he watched the brunette rush around closing and stacking books, packing up her quills and ink, and finally grabbing her cloak from the back of her chair. They slipped out the door and into the hall.
"So, where are we going?" Thomas shrugged.
"I didn't really plan anything.. How about the Transfiguration Courtyard?" Molly nodded. That particular courtyard had benches and a large tree she had climbed her first year. The two walked through corridors and staircases until the reached their destination. Thomas joked with her about being the only Ravenclaw to stay up late, but doing so to study. Molly laughed along good-naturedly.
"So, why are you in Ravenclaw if you aren't studious?" Thomas seemed to consider the question before answering.
"Well, the Sorting Hat said I was clever enough to keep my true thoughts from it so it put my in Ravenclaw. But I've noticed most people think Ravenclaws are only studious. They aren't: they are described as witty, as well as intelligent. I think I'm a different kind of intelligent. I can look at things and see what no one else can." He gestured at the entrance to the courtyard. She stepped past him, looking up at the moonlight.
"Chivalrous as well as clever," she said. He conjured a blanket and sat down while Molly summoned some apples from the tree and joined him.
"Are you surprised?" He asked, smiling at her. She felt warmth blanket her body. Molly slid her cloak off her shoulders. "Are you taking off your clothes? That's a little faster then I usually go, Weasley." She rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm hot, Jacobs."
"No, you're beautiful."
"You're joking," She said, dryly.
"I'm being serious." Molly rolled her eyes at the pun; she had heard it enough at home. But when she turned to look at him he had leaned back on his elbows and was looking up at her intently. She knew he wasn't joking.
"I'm not the one you want; Vic or Dom is. But not me.. I'm the smart one."
"Who said you can't be both?" She opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by his lips meeting hers. For a few seconds, Molly was free. Then her head took control, and she pushed him away.
"Stop! I don't do this.. ever."
"Because why?" Molly rolled her eyes; she'd had this same conversation all the time with Lucy when they were four and seven.
"Because I just don't." She started to stand up but Thomas grabbed her hand, and gently pulled her back onto the blanket.
"Remember what I asked you earlier? About you ever doing anything exciting? Well this is something exciting. And, sure, maybe it won't work, and we'll get up tomorrow and try to never think about it again. But maybe it will, and we'll be happy. But either way it'll be a story to tell. Stories are what make life worth living. If you don't have stories, you don't live." She stared at him.
"That was really deep and very poetic, but I can't do this."
"Take a risk Molly; for once in your life take a risk." She considered it. Why shouldn't she? Like he said, the worst that could happen was that it wouldn't work out. She leaned in and kissed him. It seemed to last several days. In reality, it was only a couple minutes. When she pulled away, Thomas was lying on the blanket. Molly joined him, sighing.
"Was it worth it?" He asked as she snuggled up next to him.
"I thought you said anything was worth it for the story," She replied, dryly
"I'm still male! I want to know how good a kisser I am."
"Very good." Molly sat up, her hair falling over one shoulder. "Are we going to go back soon?" Thomas chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow.
"It's too early for you to change completely isn't it?" She stuck her tongue out at him as they both stood up, Thomas helping her. He then vanished the blanket, and they headed back to the tower. "Are you still the smart one?"
"Yes, nobody knows about this."
"Oh, so it was a bad choice?" They had reached the door with the bronze eagle knocker on it. Thomas grabbed and knocked it a few sharp times.
"What, like a garden, never stays the same?" The eagle asked.
"Life." Molly smiled at Thomas as she answered the question. They entered with no problem; after hearing Lucy's stories, Molly was glad they had a door guard that didn't scold.
"No." He looked at her, confused.
"No, it wasn't a bad choice." Thomas grinned. Molly had been wrong. She didn't hate his grin; she loved it.
"Then would you do me the honor of joining me at Hogsmeade next weekend?" She nodded, grinning back. "I will see you tomorrow at breakfast then. Good night Molly." He kissed her cheek and walked up the stairs to his dormitory. Molly packed up her things and followed, smiling.
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Molly and Thomas just popped into my head as they are. Thank you for any reviews.
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