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Scribbd: from the latin for EPIC AND SUDDEN FAIL. Otherwise this would be posted there.
The Perfect Moment: Something To Be Said for Subtlety
or, alternately,
BLOODY HELL, LORCAN SCAMANDER DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME OR NOT?!?
Honestly, Molly had been expecting him to propose for two years now. Lysander had accidentally let it slip that Lorcan had bought a ring (although it wasn't so much 'accidentally' as 'was threatened into'), and so every day since then, Molly had waited with baited breath. She practiced the perfect surprised face in the mirror, agonizing for days over tears or no tears. She started thinking about the worst possible dress robes she could force her bridesmaids into at the wedding. For Merlin's sake, she started wondering whether or not Grandma Molly would be able to tell if she wore eggshell instead of white!
But nothing came.
Molly just couldn't understand it. She played along with every possible scenario. She always ordered dessert when they went to dinner in case Lor decided to slip it into her chocolate cake. She always snuggled up adoringly when he put his arm around her as they sat on their favorite park bench. She always looked perfectly eager when he started a sentence with, "Hey, uh, Molls, I was wondering..."
And still nothing.
Molly started to get a little bit frustrated with the whole process.
She even started dropping little hints of her own.
They started out subtle. Admiring Lucy's engagement ring from her dashing young doctor-friend. Sighing happily whenever married couples passed by them on the streets. Mentioning The Future whenever possible.
And when subtly failed, as Molly found it often did, her hints became a little more obvious. She left wedding magazines out on the coffee table. She gushed over cousin Rosie's bouncing baby boy, looking up to Lorcan with her biggest, bluest eyes and saying, "Oh, when we have our own..." She even went so far as to vocalize her Very Real Fear that one day she will be Left All Alone. An Old Maid. SIGH.
Still nothing. Lorcan just smiled that infuriating, charming smile down at her and patted her head and said, "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Molls. Somebody, somewhere, is bound to want to marry you."
If Molly didn't love him so much, she'd swear she hated him.
So Molly let her hinting grow even more bold. For example, over a pleasant dinner at home --
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, LORCAN SCAMANDER. DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME OR NOT?!?"
Lorcan, the poor boy, froze like a deer facing a very starved, very angry, very redheaded tiger, when the tiger was PMSing and facing down her boyfriend's commitment issues at the business end of a butter knife. He lowered his fork with slow, deliberate motions, afraid anything sudden might shock her into attacking. "Wh-what?"
Molly glared as ferociously as possible. "Do. You. Want. To. Marry. Me. Or. Not."
"Wh-what?"
She gave him a look that said if he asked that one more freaking time, heads were going to roll.
Lorcan swallowed carefully. "Wha--ell, Molly, it's just..." Vaguely he noticed his heartbeat racing, his breath coming faster. "...isn't there something to be said for subtlety?"
"I will kill you!" Molly said, throwing up her hands. "I have had it up to here with subtlety."
Well now that was just offensive. "What about the perfect moment?"
"I do not care about the perfect moment!"
Lor's bewilderment began to turn into a frown. "What about the magic? What about the memories? What about I still have to ask your father for permission?"
Molly threw her napkin, hitting him fiercely in the face. "I DO NOT CARE," she shouted. "Because obviously you don't love me because there have been a billion perfect moments and you haven't even noticed and I love you so much but you don't even care about that either and you don't want to have babies with me and you don't want to buy a house with me and you don't want to see me in a frilly not-white dress and you don't want to marry me and you know what? I bet Billy Ratter--"
"If you mention Billy Ratterson's name," Lorcan threatened, his frown turning into an extremely unamused glare, "I will walk out that door right now, Molly. I am not kidding you." You just don't mention an ex-boyfriend -- especially Ratterson -- in the same sentence as marriage. It's just not done. Especially marriage to the girl Lorcan had called dibs on since before he even knew he'd called dibs on her at all.
"Well I'll save you the trouble," Molly said. Suddenly she wasn't shouting any more, and her eyes were filled with tears as she pushed back from the table and started heading for the door.
Lorcan sighed loudly in frustration. He covered his face with one hand and shouted warningly, "Molly."
She was snatching her coat off the hook. "No no no," Molly said, as if she wasn't crying just a little bit. "It's fine. Perfect moment. That's fine. You call me when you have the perfect moment all planned out. Subtlety. Right."
"Molly," Lorcan said again.
Molly was already heading for the door. "You are perfect enough," she shrieked before leaving, "I don't need a stupid moment. I don't even need you." She wiped her tears and reached for the doorknob.
That was enough to send Lorcan flying out of his chair, crossing the room in a few long strides. He snatched Molly around the waist and pulled her away from the door. "Marry me," he commanded.
Molly squirmed and flailed in his arms, trying to pry her way out of them so she could leave. "No," she said, like a petulant child. "I don't want to."
Lorcan held on tightly. "Marry me," he said again.
She shoved his chest, hard. "I don't want to," she repeated as well. "What about the perfect moment?"
"I don't care." Lorcan moved to pin Molly against the door, keeping her trapped there. "Marry me, Molly."
Molly pouted. "I said I don't want to. You can't just make a person marry you on your schedule, Lorcan Scamander You Jerkface."
"Molly," Lor said, his insistence dropping. "I love you. I wanted to do this right, but you're not letting me. So either say you'll marry me now, or wait another year for me to get around to the real perfect moment."
She glared at him. "You made me wait two."
Lorcan growled, just about, and pressed closer to her, catching her lips with his own for an insistent, reprimanding, quit-while-you're-ahead kiss. "Marry me." He met her eyes challengingly, only to find that somehow or another he'd released her, dropping to one knee as he held her hand. "Molly Weasley, I'm not kidding. Please. Marry me." Again, his voice became softer and Lorcan was surprised to note that he was having trouble breathing.
Molly sniffed haughtily and looked away. "You know there's something to be said for subtlety, Lor, oh my God." She peeked back at him from the corner of her eyes, pausing just one moment for effect before launching herself into his arms. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," Molly repeated, shutting her eyes from a different kind of tears. Lorcan was sure she would have kept up this mantra forever if the words hadn't tripped over his skin and stumbled around kisses.
He laughed and met her kiss for kiss, only pausing briefly to murmur into her ear, "When your family asks, tell them I put the ring in your dessert."
The Perfect Moment: Something To Be Said for Subtlety
or, alternately,
BLOODY HELL, LORCAN SCAMANDER DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME OR NOT?!?
Honestly, Molly had been expecting him to propose for two years now. Lysander had accidentally let it slip that Lorcan had bought a ring (although it wasn't so much 'accidentally' as 'was threatened into'), and so every day since then, Molly had waited with baited breath. She practiced the perfect surprised face in the mirror, agonizing for days over tears or no tears. She started thinking about the worst possible dress robes she could force her bridesmaids into at the wedding. For Merlin's sake, she started wondering whether or not Grandma Molly would be able to tell if she wore eggshell instead of white!
But nothing came.
Molly just couldn't understand it. She played along with every possible scenario. She always ordered dessert when they went to dinner in case Lor decided to slip it into her chocolate cake. She always snuggled up adoringly when he put his arm around her as they sat on their favorite park bench. She always looked perfectly eager when he started a sentence with, "Hey, uh, Molls, I was wondering..."
And still nothing.
Molly started to get a little bit frustrated with the whole process.
She even started dropping little hints of her own.
They started out subtle. Admiring Lucy's engagement ring from her dashing young doctor-friend. Sighing happily whenever married couples passed by them on the streets. Mentioning The Future whenever possible.
And when subtly failed, as Molly found it often did, her hints became a little more obvious. She left wedding magazines out on the coffee table. She gushed over cousin Rosie's bouncing baby boy, looking up to Lorcan with her biggest, bluest eyes and saying, "Oh, when we have our own..." She even went so far as to vocalize her Very Real Fear that one day she will be Left All Alone. An Old Maid. SIGH.
Still nothing. Lorcan just smiled that infuriating, charming smile down at her and patted her head and said, "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Molls. Somebody, somewhere, is bound to want to marry you."
If Molly didn't love him so much, she'd swear she hated him.
So Molly let her hinting grow even more bold. For example, over a pleasant dinner at home --
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, LORCAN SCAMANDER. DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME OR NOT?!?"
Lorcan, the poor boy, froze like a deer facing a very starved, very angry, very redheaded tiger, when the tiger was PMSing and facing down her boyfriend's commitment issues at the business end of a butter knife. He lowered his fork with slow, deliberate motions, afraid anything sudden might shock her into attacking. "Wh-what?"
Molly glared as ferociously as possible. "Do. You. Want. To. Marry. Me. Or. Not."
"Wh-what?"
She gave him a look that said if he asked that one more freaking time, heads were going to roll.
Lorcan swallowed carefully. "Wha--ell, Molly, it's just..." Vaguely he noticed his heartbeat racing, his breath coming faster. "...isn't there something to be said for subtlety?"
"I will kill you!" Molly said, throwing up her hands. "I have had it up to here with subtlety."
Well now that was just offensive. "What about the perfect moment?"
"I do not care about the perfect moment!"
Lor's bewilderment began to turn into a frown. "What about the magic? What about the memories? What about I still have to ask your father for permission?"
Molly threw her napkin, hitting him fiercely in the face. "I DO NOT CARE," she shouted. "Because obviously you don't love me because there have been a billion perfect moments and you haven't even noticed and I love you so much but you don't even care about that either and you don't want to have babies with me and you don't want to buy a house with me and you don't want to see me in a frilly not-white dress and you don't want to marry me and you know what? I bet Billy Ratter--"
"If you mention Billy Ratterson's name," Lorcan threatened, his frown turning into an extremely unamused glare, "I will walk out that door right now, Molly. I am not kidding you." You just don't mention an ex-boyfriend -- especially Ratterson -- in the same sentence as marriage. It's just not done. Especially marriage to the girl Lorcan had called dibs on since before he even knew he'd called dibs on her at all.
"Well I'll save you the trouble," Molly said. Suddenly she wasn't shouting any more, and her eyes were filled with tears as she pushed back from the table and started heading for the door.
Lorcan sighed loudly in frustration. He covered his face with one hand and shouted warningly, "Molly."
She was snatching her coat off the hook. "No no no," Molly said, as if she wasn't crying just a little bit. "It's fine. Perfect moment. That's fine. You call me when you have the perfect moment all planned out. Subtlety. Right."
"Molly," Lorcan said again.
Molly was already heading for the door. "You are perfect enough," she shrieked before leaving, "I don't need a stupid moment. I don't even need you." She wiped her tears and reached for the doorknob.
That was enough to send Lorcan flying out of his chair, crossing the room in a few long strides. He snatched Molly around the waist and pulled her away from the door. "Marry me," he commanded.
Molly squirmed and flailed in his arms, trying to pry her way out of them so she could leave. "No," she said, like a petulant child. "I don't want to."
Lorcan held on tightly. "Marry me," he said again.
She shoved his chest, hard. "I don't want to," she repeated as well. "What about the perfect moment?"
"I don't care." Lorcan moved to pin Molly against the door, keeping her trapped there. "Marry me, Molly."
Molly pouted. "I said I don't want to. You can't just make a person marry you on your schedule, Lorcan Scamander You Jerkface."
"Molly," Lor said, his insistence dropping. "I love you. I wanted to do this right, but you're not letting me. So either say you'll marry me now, or wait another year for me to get around to the real perfect moment."
She glared at him. "You made me wait two."
Lorcan growled, just about, and pressed closer to her, catching her lips with his own for an insistent, reprimanding, quit-while-you're-ahead kiss. "Marry me." He met her eyes challengingly, only to find that somehow or another he'd released her, dropping to one knee as he held her hand. "Molly Weasley, I'm not kidding. Please. Marry me." Again, his voice became softer and Lorcan was surprised to note that he was having trouble breathing.
Molly sniffed haughtily and looked away. "You know there's something to be said for subtlety, Lor, oh my God." She peeked back at him from the corner of her eyes, pausing just one moment for effect before launching herself into his arms. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," Molly repeated, shutting her eyes from a different kind of tears. Lorcan was sure she would have kept up this mantra forever if the words hadn't tripped over his skin and stumbled around kisses.
He laughed and met her kiss for kiss, only pausing briefly to murmur into her ear, "When your family asks, tell them I put the ring in your dessert."