May 2, 1968

Molly Prewett made her way to the far side of the lake, where she knew Arthur would be waiting. There was a place near the water where the grass grew high, and only years of walking to it had pressed down a path and a small alcove to sit in. There, they could watch the calm water, look up to the school on the hilltop, see and not be seen. It had been their special spot since they started dating three years ago, and Molly was more than willing to join Arthur here now, with only a few weeks left in their education. N.E.W.T.-level exams were exhausting, and having a few moments to breathe in the evening air would definitely be good for her.

She had always been one to care about her education, but recently, her relationship with Arthur was beginning to mean even more to her. As she approached their secret spot, Arthur was sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, staring out across the lake, a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't seem to notice her presence, so she silently sat down beside him, and reached out to take his hand.

"Hello Mollywobbles," he said, smiling, then leaned over to give her a kiss.

She blushed like she always found herself blushing when he used his special nickname for her. "Hello, love. I didn't think you saw me coming."

"You think you could be that close to me without me noticing? Of course I knew you were near. I was just lost a in thought a little, thinking about what we'll do after graduation."

"Get married, you mean?" She asked, looking down at the ring she'd been wearing since Arthur's awkward proposal on the third of April, the cheap little makeshift ring her parents didn't know she had.

"Well, yes, that. But also our jobs, what we might do with our lives. I got an owl today from the Department of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts. They've offered me a job, as long as I get an Outstanding on my Muggle Studies N.E.W.T."

"You would work for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts department? Every other week you'd be raiding our flat!"

"See, that's the thing, Molly," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "If I work there, I can turn a blind eye to my own experiments, now can't I."

"Arthur Weasley! You wouldn't do such a thing!" She tried to sound harsh, but she was smiling.

"Molly, you know I'd love to work around Muggle artefacts all day. It would be the perfect job. Staying out of trouble is only a fringe benefit."

"If you're sure, love, I won't stop you from doing what you think is best. I'm thinking about accepting the position as an assistant at St. Mungo's, myself."

"You'd be wonderful at that," he agreed, putting an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, and kissing her hair. "We could get a flat in London, just like we wanted, and begin working this summer. I can't wait to start our lives together, live to be 100 with you at my side."

"A houseful of little girls to take care of..."

Arthur turned her in his arms so he could kiss her gently. "Don't get your hopes up, Mollywobbles. You know there hasn't been a girl born in my family for generations."

"You and I will break it, Arthur. I'm sure of it. I'm going to have a daughter." She hated the way her voice got sharp and staccato, but couldn't help it. She thought back to her family of brothers, to Arthur's brothers, to uncles and aunts-by-marriage, and all she wanted, more than anything except for being Arthur Weasley's wife, was to hold a daughter of her own in her arms.

"Well then, love, I guess we will have to do lots and lots of practicing."

He pulled her close and began to slowly kiss her nose, her cheek, her lips. As his lips reached her neck, she shivered against him. "Arthur, you gave me gooseflesh on my legs, doing that."

He reached up to kiss her again on the lips and their laughing combined with their passion. Alone in the tall grass, far from other people, the sun disappeared below the horizon and thoughts of the future were pushed aside by their present, pleasant lust.

A/N: Written for the One Day Competition and the Harry Potter 10K Competition. My prompts for this chapter were "sun" and "lust." The characters belong to JK Rowling, whom I'm not. If you decide to favorite or story alert, leave a quick review- let me know why you like it!