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A Molly/Arthur Drabble
Title: Wedding Dance
Author: miss_daizy
Summary: Marriage isn't easy, but it's worth it
Rating: G
"Dance, Molly?"
It was hard to tell from Arthur's voice if he was still angry. With Fleur's parents joining the newlyweds on the dance floor, it would have been pointedly unusual for the Weasleys not to participate. Perhaps he was furious yet, but simply being polite. Wedding tensions had aggravated her temper and his tendency to play perplexed whilst going behind her back until the inevitable blow up had occured. Engaging in a vicious slangfest with her husband had not been how Molly had planned to spend her oldest son's wedding day.
Molly rose from her seat and took Arthur's hand, hoping for the best. He had handed her an extra handkerchief during the ceremony when hers was wringing wet. And he hadn't flinched away when she briefly patted his hand as Ginny walked down the aisle, escorted by Ron. But they had been stiff and formal with each other since the festivities started, both of them clearly putting a good face on it for the sake of the day.
Awkardly circling the dance floor, not able to think of a thing to say, Molly sighed quietly as she noticed Bill and Fleur's adoring gazes. Her children thought of their parents' marriage as set in stone, as immutable as time itself, never understanding the tears; the compromises and disappointments; the sheer difficulty of living alongside another human being for a year, much less than for the 25 odd years she and Arthur had managed. So far. As Bill embarked on his own adventure, she wondered if they had done the children a disservice.
"Ginny looked lovely, didn't she?" she finally offered, determined to break the ice and see how things stood. Never was there a prouder father than Arthur, something that made her both sad and proud. Her own father had been a bullying coward for whom an arguement only ended when she or her mother were in tears. She wanted to parade Arthur's pure love for his children in front of him, crowing "Look what I managed. Look who I'm worth. You were wrong about me."
"That she does," Arthur answered. After a pause, he added, "She takes after you."
"Piffle," Molly replied, pleased not only at the compliment but at Arhur's seeming offer of detente. "Much lovlier. Thank heavens she hasn't inherited my tendency to run plump. She won't end up a fat old lady like me." She had certainly warmed up to Fleur, but her insistence that Molly wear matching robes with her tall, slender, silver-hair mother had not helped. Slinky mauve robes might suit a Veela, but Molly felt like a dump truck in the same outfit.
Arthur looked surprised and tentatively placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You're lovlier than the day I meet you, Molly. You'll never stop fascinating me."
Tears sprang to her eyes at the sincerity in his tone, despite the fact that she couldn't believe what he was saying. Snuggling close to him, grateful to once again be resting her head against his warm, strong chest, she took a deep breathe that was also a sob as she felt his arms wrap closely around her.
"Lovlier than the day I met you," he whispered, tilting her chin up for a kiss.
Title: Wedding Dance
Author: miss_daizy
Summary: Marriage isn't easy, but it's worth it
Rating: G
"Dance, Molly?"
It was hard to tell from Arthur's voice if he was still angry. With Fleur's parents joining the newlyweds on the dance floor, it would have been pointedly unusual for the Weasleys not to participate. Perhaps he was furious yet, but simply being polite. Wedding tensions had aggravated her temper and his tendency to play perplexed whilst going behind her back until the inevitable blow up had occured. Engaging in a vicious slangfest with her husband had not been how Molly had planned to spend her oldest son's wedding day.
Molly rose from her seat and took Arthur's hand, hoping for the best. He had handed her an extra handkerchief during the ceremony when hers was wringing wet. And he hadn't flinched away when she briefly patted his hand as Ginny walked down the aisle, escorted by Ron. But they had been stiff and formal with each other since the festivities started, both of them clearly putting a good face on it for the sake of the day.
Awkardly circling the dance floor, not able to think of a thing to say, Molly sighed quietly as she noticed Bill and Fleur's adoring gazes. Her children thought of their parents' marriage as set in stone, as immutable as time itself, never understanding the tears; the compromises and disappointments; the sheer difficulty of living alongside another human being for a year, much less than for the 25 odd years she and Arthur had managed. So far. As Bill embarked on his own adventure, she wondered if they had done the children a disservice.
"Ginny looked lovely, didn't she?" she finally offered, determined to break the ice and see how things stood. Never was there a prouder father than Arthur, something that made her both sad and proud. Her own father had been a bullying coward for whom an arguement only ended when she or her mother were in tears. She wanted to parade Arthur's pure love for his children in front of him, crowing "Look what I managed. Look who I'm worth. You were wrong about me."
"That she does," Arthur answered. After a pause, he added, "She takes after you."
"Piffle," Molly replied, pleased not only at the compliment but at Arhur's seeming offer of detente. "Much lovlier. Thank heavens she hasn't inherited my tendency to run plump. She won't end up a fat old lady like me." She had certainly warmed up to Fleur, but her insistence that Molly wear matching robes with her tall, slender, silver-hair mother had not helped. Slinky mauve robes might suit a Veela, but Molly felt like a dump truck in the same outfit.
Arthur looked surprised and tentatively placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You're lovlier than the day I meet you, Molly. You'll never stop fascinating me."
Tears sprang to her eyes at the sincerity in his tone, despite the fact that she couldn't believe what he was saying. Snuggling close to him, grateful to once again be resting her head against his warm, strong chest, she took a deep breathe that was also a sob as she felt his arms wrap closely around her.
"Lovlier than the day I met you," he whispered, tilting her chin up for a kiss.