I wrote this for a writing prompt a little while ago, the only requirement being that the fic had to include either the O.W.L. exams or the N.E.W.T. exams in some way.
Title: N.E.W.T.s
Author:
boxedcrayon125Summary: Arthur tries to get Molly to take a break from studying.
Rating: K
Arthur Weasley looked up from the book he was reading and glanced towards his girlfriend, “fiancée now,” he reminded himself, Molly Prewett. She was hunched over one of the tables near the window with several books and parchment spread out in front of her.
“Molly,” he called softly, not wanting to disturb any of the other seventh years that were also studying for their N.E.W.T. exams. When she didn’t answer, he tried again, knowing she needed to take a break. She still didn’t look up, and he sighed as he marked his page, tossing the book onto a side table. He made his way over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her, “Molly,” he said again, drawing out the syllables in hopes of gaining her attention. “Molly!”
“What do you want, Arthur?” She asked, slightly irritated by the interruption.
“Take a break, sweetheart,” he replied calmly, squeezing her shoulders gently and bending down to kiss her cheek swiftly.
“I can’t take a break, Arthur. I should have started studying two months ago, not two weeks ago. You know I absolutely have to get an O on my Potions N.E.W.T.-”
“Mol, slow down, take a deep breath.” He said as he sat in the chair next to hers clasping her hands in his, astounded by the speed at which she was talking.
“I can’t Arthur. You know I need the marks for that job.”
“Molly, dear, breathe.” He gently reminded, urging her to slow down. “You’re an intelligent woman, and you’ve already gotten the job, there’s no need for you to bug out. Take a break.”
“I can’t, leave me alone please.” She replied, tugging her hands from his and turning back to her books and notes. Arthur sighed, he didn’t like seeing her stressed, and he knew she needed to take a break.
“Molly, take a five minute break, please.” He said, closing the book she was reading out of.
“Arthur Weasley-”
He just smiled and cupped her face in his hands, effectively stopping her oncoming protest with a soft kiss. When he pulled away, her eyes were closed. “Are you calm now, Mol?” he asked, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“Yes, but Arthur,”
“But nothing. I demand you take a break and spend some time with me. You’re tense.”
“Arthur, I can’t. I’ve got to study, not to mention reply to your Mum’s owl about the wedding.”
“What about the wedding?” he asked curiously, he hadn’t heard anything remotely related to their upcoming wedding let alone the actual details besides the date.
“Nothing much, really. She just sent me some more samples to pick from.”
“Oh,”
“Now, well you please leave me alone so I can study?” She asked again, pulling her face out of his hands. “I need to get this done, otherwise I don’t get the job, Arthur.”
“Molly, I know that, but you don’t need to sit here and learn everything all over again,”
“Are you implying that I didn’t learn it the first time?”
“No! Of course not Molly-dear, I was just saying that you’re an intelligent witch. You don’t need to sit here and stress out over the material, you know it already, you’ll be just fine.” He said reassuringly, stroking her shoulders.
“Shouldn’t you be studying as well? You’ve got to get a good mark on your Muggle Studies exam to get that job in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office don’t you?”
“Yes, but hush Mol. No more talk about the exams and come with me, l need to get you relaxed.”
“No you don’t Arthur. Leave me alone.”
“Molly, please, you’re putting way too much stress on yourself, everything will be fine. Spend some time with me, please?”
“Arthur, really, I need to study.”
“I’m just asking you to take a break and spend some time with me. Please? I think you’re in dire need of a massage.”
Molly made a great show of reluctance before deciding she could take him up on his offer. “All right, Arthur. I’ll take a break, a short one.” She conceded, resting her head against his upper arm as her hand found its way into his. Arthur smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“Come on then, Miss Head Girl, where would you like to have your massage? My dormitory or the Room of Requirement?”
“Room of Requirement, I don’t think it’d be proper for us to be seen going up to your dormitory by ourselves, dear.”
“Of course, whatever you say, Molly-girl.” He said, pulling her to her feet as he stood up.