A/N: This first entry is written for the Hogwarts Games, category men's tennis (Write a one-shot about anyone from the Weasley family.)

"Molly, you have to promise me to keep your eyes closed."

"Arthur, you know how I hate surprises," Molly Prewett giggled, but closed her eyes nonetheless. It was not completely true. If she had a hint of what was going on, she liked surprises well enough. What she hated was not having any clue at all.

"Ah, but I'm sure you're gonna love this. Hold on tight." She could almost see the grin on the face of Arthur Weasley, her long since boyfriend.

Molly did as requested and clamped herself at Arthur. Almost immediately she felt the familiar tugging behind her navel that indicated that Arthur had Apparated them someplace else. When they landed in soft grass, she asked: "Can I open them already?"

"Not quite yet," Arthur replied.

She heard him move away and waited impatiently for his return. He came back and took her by the hand, guiding her to follow him. She was starting to get really curious now. They seemed to be following a path of some sorts and when Arthur at last halted, she nearly fell.

"You can open them now," he said softly.

She slowly opened them and blinked at the sudden brightness. She looked around. They were standing in what looked like a garden, with an apple orchard and a vegetable patch. Behind the apple trees, she spotted the outlines of small cottage with shutters that hung only slightly off their hinges. The garden was lined with a sort of hedge of different kind of trees.

"What is this place?"

"Do you like it?"

"I do, but I don't really understand why we're here…" She took a few steps towards the house and then turned to Arthur, curiosity in her eyes.

"This little cottage, my dear Molly, is called The Burrow and I was thinking that maybe we could go live here."

"Live here?" she echoed. "Our parents will never allow us to live together when we're not married."

"I thought you'd say that," Arthur said. "But I have no intention of living together unmarried." He dropped down on one knee and Molly gasped.


"Dear Molly, will you marry me?" He held out a small ring made of wood and ember. "I'm sorry I can't offer you some fancy gold-and-diamond engagement ring, but..." he said nervously.

"That doesn't matter," she stated firmly. "I think it's a wonderful ring."

"So…Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is silly!" She sat down next to him, not minding her birthday frock getting dirty from the grass and kissed him. "Of course I'll marry you."

He seemed relieved as he placed the ring on her finger and kissed her. He had been anxious for this day. They had been together for four years now, but still a part of him thought that he didn't deserve her and he had been afraid that she might have realised that too. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. He was a lucky guy to have such a wonderful girlfriend – no, fiancée, he corrected himself – as Molly.



"I don't think we can live here," Molly sighed. "You've just started your job at the Ministry, I just started my internship at St Mungo's….we could never afford it, not with our salaries." She sighed again. "It really is a shame, it's such a lovely little cottage."

Arthur smiled. Surprises really were fun.

"Would you like to see what it's like on the inside?" He casually dangled the keys in front of her.

She looked at him, shocked. "But how…why…I mean…"

He laughed at the look on her face. "I signed the papers yesterday. It is ours now."

"Arthur Weasley, you haven't!"

"I have," he replied. "I saved some money. In honesty, a lot of work has to be done on the inside, which was why I was able to get it rather cheap. Mind you, I think we still won't be rich for a while, but I'm hoping that's okay."

Molly was still dumbstruck. "You never cease to amaze me, Arthur," she said whilst shaking her head.

Arthur got on his feet and offered her his hand, dragging her up as well.

"Come, we'll have a look in our house."

Our house. He really liked the ring of that. It was a phrase full of promises, promises of a future together with his Molly, maybe they would start a family... He really was one lucky guy.