Yes, I have! I’ve only just started on the site (all my fics are currently just on my FFN account, which you can find here), so my AO3 account only has two of my fanfics posted at the minute (although I will be posting as many as I can to that account over the next few weeks).
All of Me. Ron/Hermione. Angst, humour and hurt/comfort.
Hermione had always known that Ron suffered from self-doubts. However, she had never fully realised the sheer depths of his insecurities; of being the ‘least loved’. That is, until a Weasley family pensieve enters the picture. (Includes themes of self-hatred and high levels of angst. Please be warned; do not read if you consider Hermione to be a flawless character). Trigger warnings for trauma, self-hatred, bullying, and physical violence. I have rated it T, just to be on the safe side.
Ron tries to make Hermione smile and laugh in an empty Gryffindor common-room, in this adorably fluffy fanfiction set in the post-second-war period. I have rated it K+, since it’s basically fluff throughout.
Hope you like them @drhorriblesblog; I apologise that I took so long to reply to your ask!
That sounds like a
great idea! I like Auror!Ron too but it would have been nice to see him doing
something that showed that he understood he didn’t need to go the same path as
Harry all the time.
Hope you like this! I
went with the Confectionery Maker!Ron idea, as I feel it fits him really well.
It had been two years
since the war. The wizarding community in the United Kingdom was finally
settling into peace and calm. It was the new millennium, and it seemed an
opportune time for reinvention. At least, those were the words that Hermione
had used.
‘You really should
consider careers advice, Ron.’ The bushy-haired witch was stretched out on
their bed, a large careers leaflet in her hands. Ron was sat on the edge of the
mattress as he polished his shoes; a habit he had fallen into after going to so
many Ministry functions with Hermione. ‘It’s open to all Hogwarts alumni.’
‘Unlike you, I never
actually graduated Hogwarts, ‘Mione. Remember?’
‘So, that letter from
Professor McGonagall last week was just confirming that, was it?’
Ron chuckled. His
girlfriend knew him too well.
‘Okay; fine. She was
suggesting that I consider accepting her recommendation for an honorary
diploma. Happy?’
Hermione reached out
and tenderly traced a line down Ron’s back with her finger, a mischievous smile
forming on her lips.
‘Very.’
Ron’s mouth stretched
into a smile.
‘‘Mione, we have to go
to that party at the Auror Office in half an hour.’
‘It starts in half an hour-’Hermione chewed
her bottom lip and played with a strand of her bushy hair ‘-We can be… Fashionably
late, if you want-’
‘MR WEASLEY!’
Ron was brought out of
this highly enjoyable memory by the
sharp, sobering voice of Minerva McGonagall.
Struggling to recompose
his face (which was probably a deep red colour), Ron entered McGonagall’s
office and sat down in the chair stood before the desk. He had been stood
outside the office for well over ten minutes, but had been so wrapped up in his
thoughts that he hadn’t noticed his former teacher repeatedly calling his name.
‘Now, Mr Weasley, as
you’ve finally decided to come when
called,’ Professor McGonagall said, eyeing Ron with exasperation over her
spectacles. ‘I suggest we begin the careers advice session.’
No matter how old Ron
got, whenever McGonagall spoke to him, he always felt like he did at the age of
fifteen; uncomfortable, nervous and worried that he’d messed up his
Transfiguration essay. He imagined that most people felt like this with their
former teachers, but McGonagall was especially strict compared to most.
‘Er, yeah,’ he mumbled,
rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. ‘I mean, I know that I don’t
have much to go on-’
‘Mr Weasley, do not
sell yourself so short,’ interrupted McGonagall. ‘If I remember correctly, you
received seven O.W.Ls during your days at Hogwarts. Or is my memory failing
me?’
‘Well, yes. I did get
seven.’ Ron said, feeling uncomfortable as he always did when people praised him.
‘But I never really excelled in any of them. Not like Harry or Hermione-’
‘And I was under the
impression I was giving career advice to Ron
Weasley, not Mr Potter or Miss Granger. You have seven O.W.Ls, a perfectly
good amount of qualifications, not to mention your various extra-curricular
activities.’
‘You mean Quidditch?’
McGonagall rolled her
eyes. She had the air of someone running out of patience.
‘Not just Quidditch, Weasley. Although, you
certainly proved your mettle in that respect. No; I mean all the things you’ve
done.’
Ron sat puzzled.
McGonagall sighed.
‘Mr Weasley, did it escape your notice that you were
instrumental in saving the wizarding world from Lord Voldemort?’
‘Oh,’ said Ron. ‘That.’
‘Yes, that.’ Professor McGonagall said. ‘You
have repeatedly shown yourself to be brave, heroic, as well as having an
immensely intelligent strategic mind. As such, you have many different career
options open to you. You are currently interning at the Auror office; is that
correct?’
Ron nodded. He did
enjoy working with the Aurors, but he never felt like it was really for him. Of
course, he had wanted to become an Auror whilst at school, but, after all that
had happened during the second war, he didn’t feel like the profession suited
him. Not to mention…
‘Well, it’s what Harry
wanted to do, and I could hardly not go with him.’
McGonagall raised an
eyebrow.
‘Mr Weasley, are you
seriously trying to tell me that you are in the Auror office just because you
thought you would be abandoning Mr
Potter if you chose something different as a career?’
Ron squirmed in his
seat.
‘Well,’ he mumbled, not
looking the professor in the eye. ‘Not in quite the way you said it, but…
yeah.’
McGonagall sighed. She
seemed to deflate slightly in her seat.
‘I had known for a long
time that you felt overlooked compared to Potter, but I never realised it was
that bad.’
Ron looked down at his
feet; he wasn’t used to seeing the usually stoic McGonagall like this.
‘Ronald,’ McGonagall
said, making Ron even more uncomfortable; he had never heard her call him by
his first name before. ‘I assure you; you won’t be abandoning Potter if you
want a different career to him.’
‘But what career would
I be suited for?’ Ron muttered, feeling very self-conscious. ‘I’m hardly a
genius like Hermione, am I?’
‘I don’t remember Miss Granger defeating my giant chess
set at the age of twelve.’
Before Ron could
answer, Professor McGonagall had summoned several different career pamphlets
from a nearby drawer.
‘SO, YOU WANT A CAREER
IN WRITING?’ screamed one pamphlet. ‘WANT TO MAKE A SPLASH IN BAKING?’ bellowed
another.
‘Professor, I don’t
think any of these will-’
‘Weasley,’ said
McGonagall, as if she hadn’t heard him. ‘Your core strengths are strategy and perseverance.
You might not always have the raw natural talent of some of your peers, but you
work harder than anyone else if you really want something. I would therefore
recommend a career based on something you love doing.’
‘But writing and baking-?’
‘You enjoy them both,
do you not?’
‘How did you-?’
‘Miss Granger seems has
a higher respect for you than you have about yourself.’
Ron tried not to grin.
Merlin, he loved that bushy-haired know-it-all…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Five years seemed to
have passed in the blink of an eye. Ron was cooking breakfast while Hermione
read The Daily Prophet, sipping her
morning coffee.
‘There’s another review
of those new Wheezes products in here.’
‘Oh, not this again,
‘Mione…’
‘People like them,
Ron!’ Hermione exclaimed, climbing out of her chair and wrapping her arms
around Ron’s waist; making goose-bumps erupt up the redhead’s back. ‘I’m
surprised no-one ever thought before about making confectionery to help people
with mental health issues…’
Ron didn’t know why
no-one hadn’t thought of it either. It had been so obvious to him when he had
started at WWW; a lot of people needed support and help, and why shouldn’t they
have confectionery to help do that? From PTSD brought on by the second
wizarding war, to anxiety and depression, Wheezes now had a range of products
to help people. And, of course, Ron had made sure to keep the prices as low as
possible. He knew what it felt like to not afford things he needed, and he had
no wish to inflict that on other people in the same position.
‘What did the review
say, by the way?’ he asked, trying to keep his heart-rate normal as Hermione’s
soft hands tenderly squeezed his lower chest.
‘Ten out of ten, five
gold stars, etc., etc.,’ Hermione said, nuzzling into his back. ‘Which,
considering who is making the sweets, doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.’
‘Very funny, love.’
‘I’m serious!’ Hermione
said, smiling up at him. ‘Those sweets are a great idea, and they’re helping so
many people! You really should be proud of your achievements more!’
‘I’m just making sweets
for a joke shop.’
‘And making a lot of
people very happy. Just like you make me happy.’
‘’Mione, I can’t cook
if you keep flirting with me.’
Hermione giggled,
causing Ron’s ears to go red.
‘Well, I’m not stopping
anytime soon, Ron.’ The bushy-haired witch grinned, a roughish look forming on
her mouth. ‘Unless you try and make me stop.’
Ron raised an eyebrow,
before dropping the now-cooked scrambled eggs onto two plates nearby.
‘Hermione Granger, is
that an invitation?’
Ron felt Hermione’s
arms loosen around his waist, and he turned round to look at her. She was
leaning against the breakfast table, a mischevious twinkle in her eye.
‘Yes, Mr Candy-man. Yes it is….’
I may have gotten a
little distracted by the domestic Romione flirtations, but I hope you like this
nonetheless @ronandhappiness!
That sounds like a
great idea! I like Auror!Ron too but it would have been nice to see him doing
something that showed that he understood he didn’t need to go the same path as
Harry all the time.
Hope you like this! I
went with the Confectionery Maker!Ron idea, as I feel it fits him really well.
It had been two years
since the war. The wizarding community in the United Kingdom was finally
settling into peace and calm. It was the new millennium, and it seemed an
opportune time for reinvention. At least, those were the words that Hermione
had used.
‘You really should
consider careers advice, Ron.’ The bushy-haired witch was stretched out on
their bed, a large careers leaflet in her hands. Ron was sat on the edge of the
mattress as he polished his shoes; a habit he had fallen into after going to so
many Ministry functions with Hermione. ‘It’s open to all Hogwarts alumni.’
‘Unlike you, I never
actually graduated Hogwarts, ‘Mione. Remember?’
‘So, that letter from
Professor McGonagall last week was just confirming that, was it?’
Ron chuckled. His
girlfriend knew him too well.
‘Okay; fine. She was
suggesting that I consider accepting her recommendation for an honorary
diploma. Happy?’
Hermione reached out
and tenderly traced a line down Ron’s back with her finger, a mischievous smile
forming on her lips.
‘Very.’
Ron’s mouth stretched
into a smile.
‘‘Mione, we have to go
to that party at the Auror Office in half an hour.’
‘It starts in half an hour-’Hermione chewed
her bottom lip and played with a strand of her bushy hair ‘-We can be… Fashionably
late, if you want-’
‘MR WEASLEY!’
Ron was brought out of
this highly enjoyable memory by the
sharp, sobering voice of Minerva McGonagall.
Struggling to recompose
his face (which was probably a deep red colour), Ron entered McGonagall’s
office and sat down in the chair stood before the desk. He had been stood
outside the office for well over ten minutes, but had been so wrapped up in his
thoughts that he hadn’t noticed his former teacher repeatedly calling his name.
‘Now, Mr Weasley, as
you’ve finally decided to come when
called,’ Professor McGonagall said, eyeing Ron with exasperation over her
spectacles. ‘I suggest we begin the careers advice session.’
No matter how old Ron
got, whenever McGonagall spoke to him, he always felt like he did at the age of
fifteen; uncomfortable, nervous and worried that he’d messed up his
Transfiguration essay. He imagined that most people felt like this with their
former teachers, but McGonagall was especially strict compared to most.
‘Er, yeah,’ he mumbled,
rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. ‘I mean, I know that I don’t
have much to go on-’
‘Mr Weasley, do not
sell yourself so short,’ interrupted McGonagall. ‘If I remember correctly, you
received seven O.W.Ls during your days at Hogwarts. Or is my memory failing
me?’
‘Well, yes. I did get
seven.’ Ron said, feeling uncomfortable as he always did when people praised him.
‘But I never really excelled in any of them. Not like Harry or Hermione-’
‘And I was under the
impression I was giving career advice to Ron
Weasley, not Mr Potter or Miss Granger. You have seven O.W.Ls, a perfectly
good amount of qualifications, not to mention your various extra-curricular
activities.’
‘You mean Quidditch?’
McGonagall rolled her
eyes. She had the air of someone running out of patience.
‘Not just Quidditch, Weasley. Although, you
certainly proved your mettle in that respect. No; I mean all the things you’ve
done.’
Ron sat puzzled.
McGonagall sighed.
‘Mr Weasley, did it escape your notice that you were
instrumental in saving the wizarding world from Lord Voldemort?’
‘Oh,’ said Ron. ‘That.’
‘Yes, that.’ Professor McGonagall said. ‘You
have repeatedly shown yourself to be brave, heroic, as well as having an
immensely intelligent strategic mind. As such, you have many different career
options open to you. You are currently interning at the Auror office; is that
correct?’
Ron nodded. He did
enjoy working with the Aurors, but he never felt like it was really for him. Of
course, he had wanted to become an Auror whilst at school, but, after all that
had happened during the second war, he didn’t feel like the profession suited
him. Not to mention…
‘Well, it’s what Harry
wanted to do, and I could hardly not go with him.’
McGonagall raised an
eyebrow.
‘Mr Weasley, are you
seriously trying to tell me that you are in the Auror office just because you
thought you would be abandoning Mr
Potter if you chose something different as a career?’
Ron squirmed in his
seat.
‘Well,’ he mumbled, not
looking the professor in the eye. ‘Not in quite the way you said it, but…
yeah.’
McGonagall sighed. She
seemed to deflate slightly in her seat.
‘I had known for a long
time that you felt overlooked compared to Potter, but I never realised it was
that bad.’
Ron looked down at his
feet; he wasn’t used to seeing the usually stoic McGonagall like this.
‘Ronald,’ McGonagall
said, making Ron even more uncomfortable; he had never heard her call him by
his first name before. ‘I assure you; you won’t be abandoning Potter if you
want a different career to him.’
‘But what career would
I be suited for?’ Ron muttered, feeling very self-conscious. ‘I’m hardly a
genius like Hermione, am I?’
‘I don’t remember Miss Granger defeating my giant chess
set at the age of twelve.’
Before Ron could
answer, Professor McGonagall had summoned several different career pamphlets
from a nearby drawer.
‘SO, YOU WANT A CAREER
IN WRITING?’ screamed one pamphlet. ‘WANT TO MAKE A SPLASH IN BAKING?’ bellowed
another.
‘Professor, I don’t
think any of these will-’
‘Weasley,’ said
McGonagall, as if she hadn’t heard him. ‘Your core strengths are strategy and perseverance.
You might not always have the raw natural talent of some of your peers, but you
work harder than anyone else if you really want something. I would therefore
recommend a career based on something you love doing.’
‘But writing and baking-?’
‘You enjoy them both,
do you not?’
‘How did you-?’
‘Miss Granger seems has
a higher respect for you than you have about yourself.’
Ron tried not to grin.
Merlin, he loved that bushy-haired know-it-all…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Five years seemed to
have passed in the blink of an eye. Ron was cooking breakfast while Hermione
read The Daily Prophet, sipping her
morning coffee.
‘There’s another review
of those new Wheezes products in here.’
‘Oh, not this again,
‘Mione…’
‘People like them,
Ron!’ Hermione exclaimed, climbing out of her chair and wrapping her arms
around Ron’s waist; making goose-bumps erupt up the redhead’s back. ‘I’m
surprised no-one ever thought before about making confectionery to help people
with mental health issues…’
Ron didn’t know why
no-one hadn’t thought of it either. It had been so obvious to him when he had
started at WWW; a lot of people needed support and help, and why shouldn’t they
have confectionery to help do that? From PTSD brought on by the second
wizarding war, to anxiety and depression, Wheezes now had a range of products
to help people. And, of course, Ron had made sure to keep the prices as low as
possible. He knew what it felt like to not afford things he needed, and he had
no wish to inflict that on other people in the same position.
‘What did the review
say, by the way?’ he asked, trying to keep his heart-rate normal as Hermione’s
soft hands tenderly squeezed his lower chest.
‘Ten out of ten, five
gold stars, etc., etc.,’ Hermione said, nuzzling into his back. ‘Which,
considering who is making the sweets, doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.’
‘Very funny, love.’
‘I’m serious!’ Hermione
said, smiling up at him. ‘Those sweets are a great idea, and they’re helping so
many people! You really should be proud of your achievements more!’
‘I’m just making sweets
for a joke shop.’
‘And making a lot of
people very happy. Just like you make me happy.’
‘’Mione, I can’t cook
if you keep flirting with me.’
Hermione giggled,
causing Ron’s ears to go red.
‘Well, I’m not stopping
anytime soon, Ron.’ The bushy-haired witch grinned, a roughish look forming on
her mouth. ‘Unless you try and make me stop.’
Ron raised an eyebrow,
before dropping the now-cooked scrambled eggs onto two plates nearby.
‘Hermione Granger, is
that an invitation?’
Ron felt Hermione’s
arms loosen around his waist, and he turned round to look at her. She was
leaning against the breakfast table, a mischevious twinkle in her eye.
‘Yes, Mr Candy-man. Yes it is….’
I may have gotten a
little distracted by the domestic Romione flirtations, but I hope you like this
nonetheless @ronandhappiness!
I’m always down for Hermione praising Ron but my favourite was the McGonagall and Ron interaction. It’s about time someone tells Ron that he’s talented and unique and bright and that he doesn’t have to follow his best friend, although it warms my heart that it’s because he didn’t want to abandon Harry. Poor dove.
I adore writer!ron but I’m personally rooting for confectioner!ron because it has a basis in canon. I love the idea of Ron becoming Willy Wonka. I wasn’t mad at him for wanting to be an auror, I was mad at Rowling. She made Ron piggy-back Harry’s career and then George’s career. It’s like Ron’s never allowed to do something original or something that’ll stop him from being Harry’s sidekick. Why can’t Ron have something that’s his and only his?
Sorry for injecting negativity but I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you so much for taking the time to write it. You’re a gem.
See Ron as the comedic sidekick that Steve Kloves tried to make him in the films, and didn’t think he ‘deserved’ to be with Hermione (an incredibly sexist notion, since Hermione isn’t a prize to be won)
View Hermione as almost perfect (the films contributed to this effect) and don’t understand how she could fall for self-doubting, fun-loving Ron Weasley
Think Harry would have been a better fit for Hermione (no offence to those who ship them, but I see them more as adoptive-brother-and-sister)
I will never understand why people hate the Weasley family. We spend seven books with Harry whilst he waxes poetic about how amazing and wonderful the Weasley family are. I mean, he refers to them as his ‘favourite family’, and considers Ron ‘the person he would miss most’. Talk about mental acrobatics…
Thank you very much for the two asks- it’s no problem; I enjoy responding to messages. Hope you have a great day too!
The only way some fanfic authors can get Ron out of the picture (usually to allow for Hermione to end up with another character) is to make him uncharacteristically mean, unpleasant and often downright abusive to Hermione.
They base their characterisation of the character on what Steve Kloves tried to do to Ron in the films (turning him into a somewhat unpleasant jerk who was a comedic sidekick). I say ‘tried’ because Rupert Grint managed to make the character seem likeable and three-dimensional despite the bad lines he was given.
People find Ron too much of a ‘realistic’ character compared to other HP characters. Ron makes mistakes, and has insecurities and anxieties. He isn’t always right. It’s easier to write badass heroes and heroines who never make mistakes, compared to writing a three-dimensional character with flaws who is still brave, kind and heroic.
I loved Ron as a child too (especially when I read the books), and I loved the way his character arc progresses in the book series. He is a constant source of inspiration to me; that people can overcome their insecurities and self-doubts, and that our mistakes do not define us- it is whether we try to do better that shows who we really are.
No problem! I’m so happy you like my (and the Ron Weasley Defence/Defense Squad’s) content. Ron Weasley is my favourite character in the ‘HP series’, and I love writing about how amazing he is and how much the film series let him down (poor Rupert Grint deserved so much better than the lines he was given).
Thank you so much for this wonderful message- I really appreciate it!
Here you go, anon- sorry it took me a while to post them. Hope you like them!
After weeks of
pleading, Molly had finally relented. Arthur had been badgering her about going
to a muggle theme park ever since one of their under-classmen had mentioned it on
the Hogwarts Express before summer break. Molly had spent the proceeding weeks
getting increasingly exasperated at Arthur as he pleaded with her to come with
him.
Molly had sighed; her
fellow prefect really was a muggle-obsessed fool at times. She had spent most
of the previous weeks groaning as their correspondence became a back-and-forth
of pleading and refusals. Molly did like Arthur a lot (as her dorm-mates
reminded her at every opportunity) but this was going too far.
However, her will had
been crumpled when Arthur happened to mention that it would just be the two of
them (she had assumed that they would have been going as part of a group).
Molly’s self-control has deserted her, and she had agreed to accompany him.
Molly had spent hours
that morning getting ready. She didn’t have a lot of muggle-appropriate
clothes, but she wanted to blend in at the theme park. Eventually, she had
settled on a simple red jumper and black skirt. It was nineteen sixty-six, after all. Thank goodness she’d been able
to afford some muggle clothes the last time she visited London.
By a stroke of luck,
the theme park was located close to the house of Molly’s older twin brothers;
Fabian and Gideon. After emerging from their fireplace, Molly promptly ignored
her brothers’ smirks and remarks (Arthur and
her were NOT going on a date!), and headed out into the muggle street
nearby.
Arthur Weasley was
leaning against the wall of the ticket office, his eyes excitedly scanning the
muggles surrounding him. He was attracting a few stares, mainly due to his
clothes, which looked very old-fashioned compared to the young muggle teenagers
around him; narrow black trousers, and a baggy white shirt covered by a
sleeveless pullover (which clashed horribly with his hair).
Unfortunately, he
somehow also looked ridiculously handsome.
Molly felt her cheeks
flush as she approached him. She was going to be spending the entire day with
Arthur Weasley. Was this a date? She
hoped so, but knowing how oblivious Arthur was, she shouldn’t get her hopes up.
He probably just wanted to see the muggle attractions.
‘Molly!’ Arthur exclaimed
as she neared him. Grinning widely, he waved a freckled hand at her, making
Molly’s stomach explode with butterflies. ‘Thank you so much for coming!’
‘No problem,’ Molly
replied, praying that she wasn’t blushing. ‘Someone
had to keep you under control today.’
Yes, she needed to make
it clear that she was here just to make sure he didn’t run wild. That was their
relationship, after all; he got excited over Muggle things, and she was the
voice of cool reason.
Arthur’s mouth grew
into an even wider grin as he looked down at her, his eyes sparkling. ‘I wouldn’t
have it any other way.’
Molly’s heart beat
painfully against her chest. Oh dear,
this was going to be difficult…
After emerging from the
ticket office, the two teenagers made their way into the park. It was busy,
given the gorgeous summer weather. Molly was shocked to see what the Muggle
teenagers were wearing- such colourful clothing, and such short skirts! Surely, their legs must be cold…
Molly’s eyes flicked up
to Arthur, to see whether he had noticed the skirts too, but the Weasley boys’
line of vision was fixated on the roller-coaster nearest to them. He was grinning
giddily as he watched a cart of people screaming with delight, their cart
thundering up and down the circuits.
Molly smiled slightly
to herself. Of course Arthur wouldn’t be staring at girls. Her heart gave a sad
little twinge; he wouldn’t be staring at her
either, then.
‘Something wrong,
Molly?’
Arthur had turned to
her, and was looking down at her, his glasses magnifying his bright blue eyes,
which were creased at the edges in concern.
Molly smiled again.
Arthur really was a sweet boy.
‘Nothing, Arthur.’ She
smiled up at him. ‘Now; are we going on that roller-coaster or not?’
Arthur grinned, and,
almost unconsciously, took Molly’s hand in his as they began to walk towards
the ride.
Molly felt her face
blush. Did he really not realise what he
was doing? Did he always hold hands with people?
But, as Molly stared up
at him, she noticed a red flush darting up the back of Arthur’s neck. Was he…. No, surely not….
‘I’m glad you came
today, Molly.’ Arthur said, sounding a little hoarse. ‘It’s nice to be here… with you.’
Molly felt her heart
beat against her chest, and her stomach turn over. In that moment, staring up
at Arthur Weasley as they walked hand-in-hand towards a muggle roller-coaster,
Molly Prewitt fell in love.
Hope you liked those, anon!
Hi, I’m the anon. I didn’t expect this, but I loved it anyway.
Here you go, anon- sorry it took me a while to post them. Hope you like them!
After weeks of
pleading, Molly had finally relented. Arthur had been badgering her about going
to a muggle theme park ever since one of their under-classmen had mentioned it on
the Hogwarts Express before summer break. Molly had spent the proceeding weeks
getting increasingly exasperated at Arthur as he pleaded with her to come with
him.
Molly had sighed; her
fellow prefect really was a muggle-obsessed fool at times. She had spent most
of the previous weeks groaning as their correspondence became a back-and-forth
of pleading and refusals. Molly did like Arthur a lot (as her dorm-mates
reminded her at every opportunity) but this was going too far.
However, her will had
been crumpled when Arthur happened to mention that it would just be the two of
them (she had assumed that they would have been going as part of a group).
Molly’s self-control has deserted her, and she had agreed to accompany him.
Molly had spent hours
that morning getting ready. She didn’t have a lot of muggle-appropriate
clothes, but she wanted to blend in at the theme park. Eventually, she had
settled on a simple red jumper and black skirt. It was nineteen sixty-six, after all. Thank goodness she’d been able
to afford some muggle clothes the last time she visited London.
By a stroke of luck,
the theme park was located close to the house of Molly’s older twin brothers;
Fabian and Gideon. After emerging from their fireplace, Molly promptly ignored
her brothers’ smirks and remarks (Arthur and
her were NOT going on a date!), and headed out into the muggle street
nearby.
Arthur Weasley was
leaning against the wall of the ticket office, his eyes excitedly scanning the
muggles surrounding him. He was attracting a few stares, mainly due to his
clothes, which looked very old-fashioned compared to the young muggle teenagers
around him; narrow black trousers, and a baggy white shirt covered by a
sleeveless pullover (which clashed horribly with his hair).
Unfortunately, he
somehow also looked ridiculously handsome.
Molly felt her cheeks
flush as she approached him. She was going to be spending the entire day with
Arthur Weasley. Was this a date? She
hoped so, but knowing how oblivious Arthur was, she shouldn’t get her hopes up.
He probably just wanted to see the muggle attractions.
‘Molly!’ Arthur exclaimed
as she neared him. Grinning widely, he waved a freckled hand at her, making
Molly’s stomach explode with butterflies. ‘Thank you so much for coming!’
‘No problem,’ Molly
replied, praying that she wasn’t blushing. ‘Someone
had to keep you under control today.’
Yes, she needed to make
it clear that she was here just to make sure he didn’t run wild. That was their
relationship, after all; he got excited over Muggle things, and she was the
voice of cool reason.
Arthur’s mouth grew
into an even wider grin as he looked down at her, his eyes sparkling. ‘I wouldn’t
have it any other way.’
Molly’s heart beat
painfully against her chest. Oh dear,
this was going to be difficult…
After emerging from the
ticket office, the two teenagers made their way into the park. It was busy,
given the gorgeous summer weather. Molly was shocked to see what the Muggle
teenagers were wearing- such colourful clothing, and such short skirts! Surely, their legs must be cold…
Molly’s eyes flicked up
to Arthur, to see whether he had noticed the skirts too, but the Weasley boys’
line of vision was fixated on the roller-coaster nearest to them. He was grinning
giddily as he watched a cart of people screaming with delight, their cart
thundering up and down the circuits.
Molly smiled slightly
to herself. Of course Arthur wouldn’t be staring at girls. Her heart gave a sad
little twinge; he wouldn’t be staring at her
either, then.
‘Something wrong,
Molly?’
Arthur had turned to
her, and was looking down at her, his glasses magnifying his bright blue eyes,
which were creased at the edges in concern.
Molly smiled again.
Arthur really was a sweet boy.
‘Nothing, Arthur.’ She
smiled up at him. ‘Now; are we going on that roller-coaster or not?’
Arthur grinned, and,
almost unconsciously, took Molly’s hand in his as they began to walk towards
the ride.
Molly felt her face
blush. Did he really not realise what he
was doing? Did he always hold hands with people?
But, as Molly stared up
at him, she noticed a red flush darting up the back of Arthur’s neck. Was he…. No, surely not….
‘I’m glad you came
today, Molly.’ Arthur said, sounding a little hoarse. ‘It’s nice to be here… with you.’
Molly felt her heart
beat against her chest, and her stomach turn over. In that moment, staring up
at Arthur Weasley as they walked hand-in-hand towards a muggle roller-coaster,
Molly Prewitt fell in love.
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