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Molly bit her nails and cringed when she hit blood; quickly, she sucked on her finger to stop the flow. She couldn't help it; it was her only nervous habit, and she knew the cause of her nervousness: she bit her nails every time she saw him. He put her on edgeeven without speaking, so to relieve some of the pressure she had started to bite her nails.
She stared at him across the Great Hall. She loved the way he flicked his blond hair out of his eyes, and she loved the way he laughed. In truth, Molly loved everything about him.
He didn't know how she felt about him for many reasons. She was a Gryffindor, and he a Slytherin—there was nothing more forbidden than that in her family. Even if the rules had relaxed a bit since her cousin Albus had been sorted into Slytherin, she was not completely stupid; she knew her family would be furious with her. It would definitely give her grandfather a heart attack, and she did not even want to imagine her father or Uncle Ron's reactions.
She had never understood this family rule, and she hated it. Molly simply wanted to follow her heart like every other girl, but because of their families, she knew that it would be extremely difficult for her to get the happily ever after that she desired.
None of that really mattered, though; she had never spoken to Scorpius, never mind tell him how she felt. He never noticed her—of all the Weasleys, in his eyes she was the most invisible. No one ever seemed to notice her. She stared down at her hands. She was fed up with this and she couldn't take it any longer.
She had been in love with him for over a year now, and she was convinced that if she did not do something soon, she would self-destruct with all this built up pressure. Suddenly, she slammed her hands down on the breakfast table, causing the person opposite her to jump in fright. For once in her life, she was going to do something impulsive and for her own benefit instead of everyone else's. She would think of only herself for a change.
Molly marched over to the Slytherin table, determined on her course of action. She could be quite stubborn when she wanted to be—she was a Weasley, after all, and she had definitely made up her mind. She stopped in front of Scorpius and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned towards her with the trademark Malfoy smirk on his face.
"What do you want, Weasley?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
Molly stayed silent for a moment; then, suddenly, before she could talk herself out of it, she kissed him. He didn't pull back straight away, which shocked her, and she lost herself in the moment.
She realised that the whole Great Hall had gone silent, so she quickly pulled away from him. She saw the surprise on Scorpius's face before he composed his features back into that careless mask of his. She smirked at him.
"Nothing, Malfoy," she replied to his earlier question. She turned and walked away from him.
She knew that she would get in tons of trouble for this from her family, and maybe even a Howler tomorrow after her uncle Ron had heard about it, but it was totally worth it in her eyes. Now Scorpius knew who Molly Weasley was, and the rest of the school had finally noticed her too.
Author note: This was written for the next-gen drabble tag over on the nextgen forum. I would like to thank laughableblackstorm for betaing this for me. I hope you all enjoyed this. Please read and review, I would love to hear your comments.