Chapter 1 : Man & Wife
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"Miss Prewett, we are ready for you now." Looking over at the door Molly nodded at the small, balding wizard waiting for her.
"Thank you," she said a little breathlessly. A cluster of butterflies had begun to flutter away in her stomach, she hadn't felt this nervous since her first date with Arthur in their fifth year. Picking up the small boquet of lilys, matching the one in her hair, Molly made her way out into the waiting hall. In a few moments the walnut doors in front of her would open and she would make her way down the aisle, ready to become Mrs Molly Weasley.
The balding wizard was at her side again, looking at his pocket watch. Molly wondered just how many weddings of this nature he had had to deal with over the past few months. When she and Arthur had first arrived at the small inn, they hadn't even had to tell him why they were there, he had simply surveyed the two of them and stated "The next available wedding slot is in an hour." The pair of them had written their names down on a piece of parchement and had then been shown to the rooms they were to get ready in.
The decision to elope had been a fairly quick one. The feeling in the Wizarding World had changed, the presence of danger was continuing to build and everyone knew it was just a matter of time before things boiled over. Arthur had turned to her on an evening the week before with a look that at first had filled her with dread. She had rushed over to him asking what was the matter, to which he had replied. "Molly, I want to marry you. Right away. The world is changing, there are dangerous times ahead and before any of that starts I want you to be my wife."
The urgency in his voice had shocked her. Molly had always been the one to make the decisions in their relationship. Arthur normally dilly dallied around, weighing up all his options carefully before finally making a choice. "I know we are only young and that eloping may not be what you had always envisioned but we need to take the chance whilst we can Molly. I love you, you love me, what else is there to think about?" He had taken her head in his hands and looked into her eyes and Molly thought that it was possibly the most romantic moment in her life.
"You're right. Of course, I want to marry you Arthur." They had both laughed and Arthur had taken her in his arms. Molly chuckled to herself as she thought back to that night. They hadn't informed either of their families, knowing that they would try and talk them out of the idea. Gideon and Fabian were going to think Molly had taken leave of her senses when they found out; luckily they seemed to approve of Arthur so she hoped they wouldn't kick up too much of a fuss.
The balding wizards pocket watch chimed and with a sigh he opened the walnut doors. Molly's heart jumped as she spotted Arthur stood at the other end of room, his back to her. There were two guests sat at the very front of the room, Molly had no idea who they were but witnesses were required, she guessed they were probably staying at the inn.
The quiet notes of a piano playing reached her from the back corner of the room, the balding wizard cleared his throat pointedly and Molly smiled sheepishly as she realised she was supposed to have started walking down the aisle.
Reminding herself that in order to walk all she had to do was put one foor in front of the other she began to make her way towards Arthur. After a few seconds he turned round and the look on his face as he found her eyes with his was enough to make Molly forget all about the moth eaten dress robes, all that mattered was that she was marrying the man she loved.
Arthur beamed as Molly made her way down the aisle towards him. She looked beautiful, the colour of her dress robes setting the bronze and copper tones alight in her hair. As her eyes met his a soft smile spread across her face. Arthur knew that eloping had not been how Molly had always thought she'd get married and he had been surprised when she had agreed so readily when he had asked her.
In the hour they had spent apart getting ready, his emotions had bounced between excitement and worry. Had he pushed her into this? Is this what Molly really wanted? He knew in his heart of hearts that Molly would never have said yes if she wasn't one hundred percent sure, no-one forced Molly Prewett into doing anything she didn't want to do.
He was extremely glad she had said yes. Arthur wasn't usually the kind of person to make this kind of dramatic decision. It had only been in a fit of courage that he had broached the subject with Molly at all. He thought back to the night he had asked her and remembered the feeling of his heart being in his mouth. When he had turned to Molly, trying to remember how to form a sentence, she had rushed over to him. Arthur thought it was because he must have looked rather like he'd been taken ill, what with his eyes squinting from concentrating and his face being so red; being ginger did have its pitfalls. But here they were, in the quaint little inn that Amos Diggory had recommended to him, about to get married.
The piano music faded away as Molly reached Arthur at the top of the room. The wizard presiding over the marriage cleared his throat and pushed his rather large glasses up the bridge of his nose. "The two of you are here today to unite yourselves in the soul binding contract of marriage." He began looking first at Arthur and then at Molly. As he proceeded through his speech Arthur sneaked a glance at his soon to be wife. She had a wistful smile on her face as though she were day dreaming, Arthur hoped she was picturing the life they would be sharing together after they had finished their vows.
"Please produce the rings you wish to use," the wizard commanded and Arthur fumbled in the pocket of his dress robes, hoping that they hadn't disappeared through the hole in the bottom. He was wearing dress robes he had borrowed from his older brother Billius. Borrowed being the relative word as Billius also had no idea he and Molly had eloped. Arthur wasn't quite sure exactly how old the dress robes were, but the holes in the pockets gave him the impression that a family of mice had once made them their home. Feeling a little flustered he finally felt the cool feel of metal on his fingers and pulled the rings out of his pocket. "Thank you," the wizard said, looking a little bored. Arthur felt he must let him off, goodness knows how many weddings he had performed that day.
Once again he cleared his throat and looked directly at Arthur. "Do you Arthur Weasley take Molly Prewett to be your wife? Do you vow to do all that you can for her and promise to provide for her as a husband should do his wife?"
Arthur turned to face Molly, took her hand in his and looked into her eyes. "I do," he replied, slipping the plain gold wedding band on her ring finger.
"Do you Molly Prewett take Arthur Weasley to be your husband? Do you vow to do all that you can for him and promise to cherish him as a wife should do her husband?"
Molly held his hand with both of hers and as tears filled up in her eyes she replied "I do." She then slid the matching plain gold band on his ring finger but she did not let go of his hand.
The pair of them turned to face the wizard who had now raised his wand. "Congratulations, you are now bonded for life." As the wizard announced they were man and wife, he waved his wand above them and a shower of gold sparks erupted from the tip.
Arthur stared at his new wife, who was staring at the gold sparks. She looked so happy as her eyes relfected the gold sparks above her. They had done it, they were married. Molly's gaze met Arthurs and she beamed at him. Taken by the moment Arthur grabbed Molly and kissed her. The two witnesses applauded them as Molly grabbed his hand and almost ran out of the ceremony room.
"Mrs Molly Weasley," Molly whispered, looking at the gold ring on her finger. She was sure that if her heart grew any bigger it was going to burst. She felt as though she were floating. She had not expected to feel so joyously happy. Of course she knew she would have felt quite happy but she could not remember ever feeling the way she did right at that exact moment.
After they had left the ceremony, they had decided to take a walk around the grounds of the inn. It felt as though they were in their own little bubble. All Molly could think about was Arthur and the fact that the rest of her life would be filled with him.
Arthur was laying out a blanket they had borrowed from the inn, he was humming a tune to himself, one that Molly didn't recognise. 'Probably one of his muggle findings' Molly mused, giggling slightly, she did find Arthur's interest in muggles endearing.
"Mrs Weasely may I have the pleasure of your company?" Arthur asked in a old fashioned, dramatic tone, her heart fluttering as he called her by his last name. Molly giggled again and walked over to him.
"Why of course Mr Weasley," she replied and sat down next to him. Arthur curled his arm around her and pulled her in close. Molly rested her head on his shoulder and let out a content sigh.
"I'm glad we did this Molly. Because whatever is coming, well, we can face it together," Arthur told her, his facial expression suddenly becoming serious.
Molly shushed him and stroked a stray copper hair from his eyes. "Let's not think about all of that, not now," she said, kissing his lips lightly. She snuggled back into him and placed her head in the crook of his shoulder. Molly knew he was right, they were going to face some tough times ahead. But for now all she wanted to do was bask in the glorious feeling of being his wife.
A/N Well here it is!! I have been planning this short story collection for so long and I am so excited that it is finally underway. It'll be the biggest project I've done here on HPFF. I have 10 chapters planned, including this one. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and if you have time I would love to hear what you thought!