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...
Please, please, pleaseeeeee leave a review xx
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