A/N: I'm in the process of revising most of my stories, before I continue with LAAW. I hope you'll take the time to read the revised versions :)
"Merlin, he's so bloody cute. His bright blue eyes that are so much like water, those freckles look so damn good on him; he's tall, and his hair. That fiery red hair that's so much like mine..."
Molly Prewett caught herself. Once again she had been thinking about Arthur Weasley, who happened be her best friend and in her opinion, extremely cute. They had met during their first journey on the Hogwarts Express before their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For some odd reason, she was missing him more this summer than she had in the past. She had written to him of course, but it wasn't the same as seeing him in person. They were getting ready to start their fifth year, and as she had been made prefect, she was beginning to wonder who the other prefect in their year would be. She hoped it would be Arthur, if only so she could spend more time with him. She would love to be his girlfriend, but she doubted he'd even noticed she was a girl. After a few moments, she allowed herself to think back over all of the boyfriends she'd had since her third year, boys that her parents had suggested based on their familial status. In her opinion, every single one of them had been jerk, and she had a hard time enjoying their company, which is why she had ended all of the relationships. Though she didn't particularly care for them, she was kind at heart, and she had given them all ten of them a chance, in an effort to try and please her parents. These ten had consisted of mostly of Slytherins, but there had also been a couple of Hufflepuffs. Out of all of her previous boyfriends, Antonin Dolohov and Lucius Malfoy were the ones she disliked the most, as Antonin had been rough and demanding and Lucius had cheated on her with several other girls, according to her sources. The list also included Avery, Nott, Sturgis Podmore, Crabbe, Goyle, Walden McNair, Amos Diggory (who happened to be one of Arthur's best friends) and Rodolphus Lestrange. Though she had been somewhat fond of Diggory, he had been too full of himself for her liking, and the rest had just been jerks to her.
"Molly! Post is here!" Mrs. Prewett's voice broke Molly out of her thoughts and she rushed downstairs to see whom she had a letter from. To her excitement, she recognized Arthur's untidy scrawl on the envelope. She wasted no time in ripping it open, and she read the letter quickly, before slowing down to read it a second time.
Congratulations on being made prefect! I knew you would make it, and I've been made prefect as well, which means we'll probably have duty together. I can't wait, and I'll see you September first on the train.
She quickly wrote him a congratulations note on the back of his letter and sent her owl back on its way. Though there was a week to go before term started, she decided she would pack early, in the hopes that it would get her out of the Ministry party she was supposed to attend with her parents. Her father, Gary Prewett, was the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister and as a result the Prewetts were a very prominent wizarding family. As such, Mr. Prewett's position required for him and his family to attend Ministry parties, even though Molly found them extremely boring.
When September first had finally arrived, her father arranged for a Ministry car to come and pick Molly up and take her to King's Cross Station. Once she arrived on the platform, she immediately began her search to scope out Arthur. After discovering he wasn't on the platform, she boarded the train, and it wasn't long before she found him in the prefect's compartment, playing with some sort of Muggle object.
"Hey." She said, leaning against the doorway leading into the compartment, crossing her arms over her chest lightly. She briefly wondered what he was looking at, but decided it didn't matter and that she wasn't in the mood to be lectured on Muggle artifacts.
"Hey, yourself. How was your summer, Mol?" He replied, looking up briefly, taking in the sight of his best friend before he gestured for her to sit in the vacant seat beside him. She gladly took it, and after she did so, she answered his question.
"It was bloody boring. I missed you."
"I missed you too." They began to chat about their summers, exchanging stories, and several times, Molly had to stop herself from thinking about how cute he was. She had almost forgotten how his eyes danced when he laughed and how his smile always reached into his eyes. The ride to Hogsmeade station passed quickly, between their chatting and the mandatory prefect meeting, and when they stood up to get off the train, Molly was surprised to see how much he'd grown since last term. Last term, she had come up to his chin, now she only came to his shoulders. They continued their chat on the ride to the castle in the carriages, and only after they had met up with their other friends in the Great Hall did they break their conversation off in favor of catching up with other classmates.
During the first month of term, Molly and Arthur got back into the habit of studying together, along with a group of their friends. However, the first week of October found Molly studying by herself for Transfiguration, as Marlene had other things to do, and Arthur had landed himself in detention again. Just when she was beginning to pack up for the night and head to bed, she felt a tap on her shoulder, and when she turned, she was surprised to see that it was Arthur.
"Molly?" He asked, moving to sit in the vacant seat beside her, and helped her gather her books.
"Arthur, what do you want?" She asked politely, offering him a smile as he began to help her with her things. She could tell he had something on his mind, but she wasn't entirely sure as to what it was.
"Molly...can I...um...erm...talk to you for a minute?" Arthur stuttered, a characteristic of his when he was nervous, and she found herself wondering why in the world he'd be nervous about talking to her. After all, they had been friends for ages.
"Yes." She answered, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. She watched as a faint blush crept into his cheeks, and she wondered what was on his mind.
"Mol, I...um...erm...I don't know how to tell you this...but...I...I like you, Mol. As in more than a friend. A lot." This took her completely by surprise, even though she had spent plenty of time fantasizing about being his girlfriend over the summer and the last month. She was unsure if he was asking her out or not, but she was eager to find out.
"Arthur, I...I..." She didn't really know what she should say, especially because they were friends, and a part of her didn't want to ruin that aspect of their relationship. If things were to go sour between them, she didn't want to lose her best friend as well.
"Mol... I...I was wondering...well...would you go out with me?" His ears were starting to turn red, his face was even redder, and Molly could tell he was thoroughly embarrassed. She withheld the giggle that threatened to burst forth, as she knew it would only make him more nervous and only serve to make him feel more embarrassed.
"Arthur, I'll go out with you. In fact, I like you that way as well." She gave him a warm smile and was rewarded with a smile in return. Her feelings had changed toward him too, although she hadn't realized it until he'd come forward. Arthur stood up and pulled her into a hug, and then he closed the distance between them and kissed her gently.
"That was nice." Arthur said as he pulled away.
"Kiss me again, Arthur." She smiled at him. He did, this time longer and deeper than before. "So, Molly, you want to go into Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"