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Arthur took in a breath and looked into Molly’s eyes summoning up courage before something burned in his eyes.  “You already talked to Edgar?”  He breathed out shortly.  “He said he would let us talk first, that's’ why I spoke with him.  Nevermind, that’s the least important thing.”  Unsure what to do with his suddenly empty arms he crossed them.  He was more annoyed with himself than Molly or even Edgar, but that wouldn’t serve him well right now. “I’ll try to speak plainly then. I don’t want either of us involved in this war more than necessary, it’s not that it’s obvious what side we support, I don’t want a target painted our either of our backs more than it already is.  If I was out at that bar or doing something for the order and they hurt you or the children I’d never forgive myself.” He spoke with conviction.  “The Ministry is a pit of snakes if even a tenth of what I’ve heard is true.  It’s bad enough that they think they can get away with it because of their last names. Politics, subterfuge, it’s two sides of the same coin. I just want to live my life with you, and not spend it looking over my shoulder, is that too much to ask?  I don’t want blood on my hands. I'm a husband and a father, not a soldier, not a killer. Is it so terrible to want things to stay the way they are?”

Arthur wasn’t himself. His face was drawn and pale. His features were long. Molly didn’t like it when he looked like that. It meant something was wrong. Something was up and it couldn’t be good. Molly gulped. “Of course we can talk about anything," she said even though she knew exactly what he was referring to. Then he turned into hushed tones. They were in their home where they should be, safer than anywhere else. “Why are you whispering, Arthur? If you have something to say then say then say it.” Her brow furrowed.

Molly sat back when he spoke. He was talking about her involvement in the Order. Her hand slipped off the table and she placed it in her lap. It wasn’t a conscious decision. She would never willingly pull from him but the back of her mind said differently.

The truth of the matter is that she wished he would join the Order and she could continue helping as she had been. If she could officially join she would but she didn’t have the time — she had children to care for.

"Arthur. Talk. I already spoke to Edgar so there's no use beating around the bush."

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Arthur squinted at him sure he was missing something. “Suspended you say, how do they do this without magic? That seems like a greater feat than the things themselves.” He smiled at the idea of a family outing that someone else would have to host. “I’ll tell Molly and the rest I’m sure she won’t mind not having to cook for a night, though she might insist on bringing something. Always charitable my Molly.”

His eyes glazed over for just a moment as he let his thoughts drift back to Molly before he shook himself from it giving a smile. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear me go on about how great my family is. How about Andromeda, are you two doing well, good enough to host company I’m sure you must be.” Arthur stopped a bit suddenly painfully aware he was rambling a bit and changing the subject quickly. “Suspended you say, I still can’t believe it. Seems like the message would get lost going such a great distance. Muggle science truly is an interesting thing. I wonder how you could use such wires if you got hold of one, great extensions of the ear or something similar.” He stroked his chin lost in a wisp of thought.

God, he loved Arthur. Listening to him speak so fondly, Ted couldn't help but relax. His expression softened, broadening with genuine interest and affability. He decided there and then that he would take the Weasleys to visit his family - all five of them. He adored the magical world with every fibre in his body and his mind. But it weighed on him. The dangers were too close and too great, and besides this, he loved his muggle origins too. There was never a dull moment with his parents and his sisters, just as he always expected the unexpected when taking a stroll through any magic-oriented street.

"The wires are suspended in the air," he chuckled, looking for the surprise on Arthur's face. "I use the telephone sometimes. There's a special one in the Ministry. But if that one isn't available, I go through the Leaky Cauldron and use a public phone in Muggle London. I'm very sure your children will be interested in learning. How could they not, with you as their father?" Clapping a hand against Arthur's back, Ted wagged a finger. "And it's a date. You, Molly and all the kids to my parents' place. I'm sure they'll cope and if they can't... well, we can help them with a little magic and they'll love every moment."

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Arthur smiled, reaching over the booth to give Gideon a half hug before settling back into his seat. “All good, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy the whole merry band. Each of them getting into their own things. She spoils me by letting me be out and about, but I make sure to spoil her back, you know I’d almost rather be there with them, but.. Hm” Arthur cut off a bit short, unsure of his thoughts or second guessing Molly in front of her brother. “I well, I think she worries I’m too much of a homebody, busy with hobbies or her and the kids instead of having friends or things outside, but can you blame me, I lose enough time with them to work, and with everything going on around us I just want to hug you all as hard as I can as much as I can.” His face wend hard he was sure Gideon had endured as many hugs as he would tonight but understood the sentiment when it came to his sister and nephews.

In the beginning of Arthur's relationship with Molly both him and Fabian had been quite strict in vetting him and making sure he was good enough for their baby sister. Then again, if you asked him, no one could be. Arthur was consistently trying to make Molly happy and that was the best thing he could hope for, couldn't it? Arthur and Molly loved each other and they had built a family together and Gideon was proud of them for that. While he had not had the desire for a family of his own in the past, he had recently been wondering what it would be like. Perhaps after the war was over he could focus on that more, but the forefront of his mind was filled with death eaters and how much of a danger they were to the general public. Seeing Arthur he gave him a wave, walking over and ordering a beer of his own. "Hey. How's Moll and the kids? Everyone good?"

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“I’ll tell you, I’m sure Molly will want to talk with you as well. I think…” Arthur drank the last of the liquid looking at the last bit of tea, divination had never been his strong suit but the blobs reminded him of Molly and her smile, it was always easy to think of Molly after a warm cup of tea and that felt a bit better than being a nuisance. He put the cup down. “Of course, I appreciate you entertaining me at this late hour, you must need your rest, even more on call than someone working regular hours. Though I could probably give you a run for your money while I’m watching the children.” Arthur stood with a laugh letting Edgar lead him towards the door. The overwhelming sense of relief made it easier for him to leave before the feeling of the meeting had time to change.

Edgar was pleased to hear that there wasn't anything more that Arthur wanted to talk to him about. It was getting late and he was ready to call it a night. "Everything is fine on my end." He pointed out, not one to speak about business and business. Both his positions required keeping information to those that needed to know.

Edgar finished his tea and went to stand up. "I think if that is everything, I can show you out. I would like to get some rest." It was getting and there was nothing more he had to say. "You will have to let me know how Molly feels when you talk to her." He was certain she would find him too.

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“Interesting.  Do you use phones to call them? I've heard about those great wires laid out everywhere and everyone has separate numbers.  I don’t know how muggles go about their business without tripping over them.”  Arthur laughed to himself.  “I’m sure I would tire you all out asking such questions though. I can’t help it for every thing I learn about them I come up with a headful of questions.  Though I guess that’s how I am with most things.  Muggles are interesting, so is the wizarding world. I find it can be fascinating to look at little mundane things like tea, candy, fireworks.  Do you really know how any of them is made?  If you had to take over a pub with no help do you think you could. It’s fun to ponder such things, I hope that at least some of my children will be interested in learning even if it’s only a subject or two.  Specialization is important as well.  Hands on and off we need people who can answer our questions and do the work we can’t, probably true of both worlds isn’t it?” Arthur looked after Dora and the bear then the look on Ted’s face.  He really was a kindred soul in that regard he cared for his family and was likely as lost as Arthur was without his own.  “Listen to me go on.  If you ever do invite us over make sure you’re ready to cook for five.  Percy is a bit picky, but he’ll eat what he’s told.  A people pleaser, especially adults.  I think he is almost too strict about following rules, smart as a whip, that one.”

Dora stared right back at Arthur. Still mirroring his face, she winked as well, before heeding Ted's scold and transforming back to her usual state. He handed her the teddy and watched as they strode off together, pausing beside a window display with a group of other children. The party was certainly optimistic and high-spirited. Ted was enjoying himself, yet he couldn't help the nagging caution at the back of his mind. He didn't like Andromeda being out of sight, and he didn't want Dora to roam anywhere unseen. They were still in the middle of a war, after all.

"It'd be nice to see Molly. It's been a while." They were two of his favourite people. Family-minded and kind, he felt he could identify with them. Ted was always tentative with purebloods, but the Weasleys (and the Prewetts) had long gained his absolute trust. "We'd heard a rumour about dragon fireworks. Truth be told, I think it is just a rumour. We've been roaming around for a while and I have not seen a single flash or spark even remotely like a dragon." Laughing, he stepped aside, out of the way of some witches on rollerblades. "That sounds like an excellent plan. I'm not sure that we have real traditions, but I'd love to put us in a bubble and forget about everything else for a while." His smile was sincere, though laced with a touch of sadness. Times were not easy. "I'd thought about going to my parents' home, this year. I should take you there, one day. I know you like muggles."

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“I don’t think there is anything else that I need.  Thank you for understanding my position.”  Arthur sipped at the tea.  “What about you, any non order business that you’ve been up to lately? All work and no play, can’t be all focused on the war or else the other side has already won eh?” He took another sip to occupy his mouth if nothing else and give the wizard some time to answer.  There should be some light gossip he could get out of him something to show Molly that the two had talked at least.  He had grown to like the taste of the tea or the bitterness of it gave him something to focus on, helped him keep a serious expression so he didn’t feel as much like a school kid talking to his older brother.

Edgar listened intently to what Arthur was getting off his chest. He wondered how long he had been battling with all these feelings and notions when it came to the cause they stood behind. That all deserved to live a life to their own choosing. Not having to fear that their blood status would be their demise.

"I can respect your wishes and your concerns. I'm sure if I was in your positon, I would feel the same too." He also didn't want anyone in the Order that was fully committed. There were always dangers lurking around the corner.

"If there is any information you wish to share, please do." When it came to mention of a headquarters, he was reluctant on elaborating too much on it. "We do, and when the time comes, you will learn of it." For now, they could meet like this. "Is there anything else you needed Arthur?"

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Arthur hesitated looking into the distance for a self indulgent moment before leaning his head on Molly’s shoulder.  “I know we can talk about anything, and you know I can ramble on about nearly anything that either of us has a passing interest in, it’s just.”  He looked around before speaking in a whisper as if the subject were something that could overhear him and engulf their life eat it whole and spit out any chance of familial bliss like bones in a dragon’s den. “The war and the order and everything. I don’t want this to be something we get caught up in with our children.  If I can’t keep them and you from the worst of it how can I be a good father, a good husband.  I don’t want to burry my head in the sand, but that shouldn’t mean fighting monsters in masks or worrying that someone will decide I’m causing too much stir at the ministry and decide to leave you widowed and orphaned.” He looked at Molly taking hold of her hand and squeezing it as he hugged her latching onto her arm.

Molly had been out getting groceries for the house with boys in tow. It was always a challenge but one she was up for. She was used to it. That didn't mean she loved doing it but she had done it a million times before so she could manage. She could manage to get back to the burrow.

Upon arriving they went in and she saw Arthur sitting at the table. She hadn't been expecting him. Even more so she didn't expect the kitchen to be tidied up. "Oh, perfect. I can actually put the bags down on the counter," she said cheerfully without looking at Arthur but he didn't respond. She turned around and saw her husband's face. It wasn't the usual happy go lucky look. Molly slowly walked away from the bags in the kitchen and sat down.

"Arthur? What's wrong?"

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"Alright." Arthur waved at the pair, making a face at Dora before giving a wink. “Got a moment to myself, sure the rest are around here somewhere unless Molly has taken them back home.  Lots to see though spectacle and food all mixed together, something for everyone.”  He idly wondered where they had gotten and likely Charlie had chased after something that caught his eye, some dragon fireworks.  He would have to give Molly some time to look around the festival.  Though more solitary usually he never minded the noise of people enjoying themselves, found the good spirit of the event infectious.

“What about you two looking for anything specific, I’m sure you’ll find it.  Do you have any new year's traditions?  The festival is nice but all of us together as the new year starts, simple but something I want to do while I can, perhaps bribe them with hot chocolate.”

Starter for: Arthur Weasley @arthurxweasleyx Where: Diagon Alley NYE Party When: towards the start

"Wotcher, Arthur." Stepping beside the red-haired wizard, Ted smiled broadly and looked around for Molly and the kids. "All alone? You lucky duck." He didn't mean it. Family meant as much to Ted as it did to Arthur, but he knew the other man would surely accept the light-hearted joke. A little peace and quiet went a long way. Not that there was any chance of such a thing, tonight. Diagon Alley was filled to the brim, noisier and rowdier than Ted had ever seen it before. Everywhere he looked, there was some kind of miraculous magical display. His muggle parents would've had a field day, if they'd been here. But currently there was only Nymphadora, gripping his hand and pulling on it, eager to see anything and everything. In his other hand was an enormous teddy bear, charmed to blink, roar and move. It had been amusing at first, but now Ted was growing tired of it trying to wriggle away with almost as much energy as his small daughter. "Dora, please-" Staring at Arthur, her face morphed into an exact replication. "I told you before, don't copy faces. It's not polite."

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Where: The Leaky Cauldron Who: @gideonscprewett

Arthur felt at ease in the cauldron. A bridge between the muggle and magical world a bit of the way he saw himself it was always full of interesting clientele and he enjoyed people watching as much as drinking. Enough for a bit of courage, ease of speaking but not to be drunk. To say the days of her brothers giving him a hard time were past might be too generous but he felt one of the family with them around, and it always paid to be on good terms with uncles who could be coopted into baby sitting by Molly if not him. He adjusted the pint across from him considered ordering another when he saw Gideon smiling and waving him to the booth.

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Where: The burrow Who: @xmollyweasleyx

Arthur did the usual set up, perhaps a bit more nervous energy which made it easy to do the cleaning and straightening. Everything had to be perfect clean enough it wouldn't do to ruin it, and so it would put Molly into a good mood. When it came to standing up for his family he could be a force, but how would that translate when the one he had to speak to was Molly? He had done it on a few things though he knew when to pick his battles or strategically let Molly win this was different though it was serious. He'd already brewed and drank a pot of tea. It was important they could talk about the hard things too, and nothing felt as difficult once he'd talked to Molly, no reason to borrow trouble.

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“Well, they all have their favorites. One on one you can afford to let them pick their own things, but if you ask them as a group they often try to one up each other asking for more or less, and it can be both a literal and figurative mess.  Easiest is to just get a few chocolate frogs and a licorice wand for Percy.  He does hate the mess and loves practicing, the others like to watch the little things jump around, earn their treat by catching them.  Such is the thinking of children.  Brothers can’t admit you want something different, be the odd one out.” He coughed, clearing his throat.  “Sorry, the hazard of talking with someone who enjoys their family, I could go on for ages about them.  Well we should go in or we’ll end up getting nothing just talking about treats.  Had that happen more often than I would like to admit.  Saves a bit of money, but leaves you with a lingering hankering for sweets.”

The witch listened, smiling as the words flowed out of the other as though the excitement was too much to hold in. She could understand, of course. To a degree at least. When it came to children the brunette had little to no experience, not having any of her own or any within her immediate family. “I suppose it’s only fair, isn’t it? If you come down here for a snack you should be bringing something home. Maybe they’ll have some fresh cauldron cakes. Or perhaps some cheering cherry tarts?”

Either of those seemed like a lovely choice. Both sweet and cheerful. “Not sure they leave much room for experimentation, though.” If that was what Arthur was after perhaps some other, more creativity allowing items would be best. “I’ll be getting some of the cheering cherry tarts. Oh, what about sugared butterfly wings?” It seemed like an odd choice but she’d seen some in the window and felt far too curious to pass up on the chance. - @arthurxweasleyx

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“Yes, of course.   It’s just easier to have this conversation with someone who isn’t Molly first.  The first step in building up steam for something that needs to be addressed.”  Arthur laughed at the prospect of speaking with his wife and what it might result in. “Maybe half of me is worried I’ll end up taking myself right into the order.”  He laughed again this one slightly more forced than the last but then he grew quiet thinking on potential circumstance and deciding it didn’t matter but should be said at any rate. “I think if it was just me I would join in a heartbeat, as much as you can know such things.  I wouldn't be who I was without my family so that’s hard to promise, but with them I know that there is no cause I would rather champion no matter how noble.  Maybe that is a failing but it’s one I wear gladly.  I am a man of many interests, many passions, but none is greater than that I have for Molly and my family.” For a moment he fixed Edgar with a hard look before taking another sip of tea and melting to the usual Weasley smile.  “That’s another reason I had to come and talk to you.  I didn’t want you to think I was leaving you in the lurch.  If I hear anything in the ministry I know who to tell.”  He tapped the side of his nose, and took another sip of tea. “Though is it true the broomsticks isn’t as safe to talk in. I thought you lot had that place locked down?  A known secret hideout and all that?”

Edgar leaned back in his chair and listened to what Arthur had to say. There was a part of him that wondered when this topic would come up. He went to take a sip of his tea and let some silence linger between them.

"I respect you Arthur and I respect Molly. I can understand why you would not want her to be involved. It can be incredibly hard with having a family." He paused a moment. "I also know Molly and this is a conversation the two of you should be having. I am fine with how she helps us, but at the end of the day it is her decision. I can respect your wishes, but I don't want to be placed in the middle of something that you two might see different with."

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Arthur looked at the man and the cup, and took the thing he felt safer with, blowing on the tea and taking a long sip. It was strong, that's for sure. “Well no, not tea specifically. He took another sip of tea, forgetting to blow on it and putting it down quickly, breathing in and out to cool his tongue. When he composed himself he looked at Edgar.

“I’m here about the order, and Molly. I don't want you recruiting her. I'll talk to her as well, but I wanted to come to you first. She supports your work we both do, but our family is already a target for who we’re related to, I don’t want her going out on missions fighting and dying alone in a back alley, or having to balance her time between our family and some sense of obligation.“

Edgar could provide a tea that was strong and black. That was his usual go to and something he knew was in the house. The wizard was curious what brought Arthur by and he was certain it wasn't to talk about tea.

His brows furrow, never one to really look at what the brand of tea was. "Did you really come all this way to talk tea?" Edgar walked over to the table, placing a cup down in front of the other and going to sit on the other side of the table.

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There was something indescribably pleasant about being so close he didn’t waste time as much as he would have liked to ask Molly to take the last steps in preparation covering them in nothing but a comfortable blanket as he blanketed her was a mix of intimacy and the inevitable lust.  He could feel the warmth she radiated with her body and her baited breath and he basked in being close to her, pressed against her teasing himself right along with her.  He moved his hands up her arms lingering in her most ticklish areas stopping to rub her shoulders as he got to her cheeks. Warmth, that was the thought that went through his head and his body. Molly was comfort, warmth, the pleasant tingling that surged through his body as he rubbed her cheeks holding her head for another kiss.  Words had been exchanged and now there was only a language of movement waiting to begin.  He teased out every bit of excitement with his tongue.  Kissed her as if he hadn’t for years.  Every moment tasting her as if for the first time then basking in it as he pressed his head against hers. “It’s a bit odd to say how irresistible you are while continually resisting you I know, but I must get all the praise out of the way beforehand as my mouth will be very busy as you’ve see and you deserve my full attention, and I yours.  I’m sure I’ll manage to sprinkle a few deserving compliments in.” He was lost in her.  Speechless, a quiet tension held on the edge of a knife before he leaned in and bit her lip.  It was a small gesture but a tipping point he thought something to show he was leaning to the side of things that was no less intimate, but more instinct.  He wondered for a moment if it was the focus on teeth that made the gesture pop into his head or watching Molly close to breaking or chewing through her own lip.  He would have to compensate her for being so patient, but he intended to. It was a slow descent as he moved first up to kiss the top of her head, her eyes enough to elicit a laugh as he kissed her nose again then quiet her as he kissed her mouth lingering at her lips.  Biting air as he moved to her neck again tongue pressing the bite softened nape.  A last romantic gesture before he ducked his head below the blanket and crossed the threshold from teasing to titillation.

Molly felt watched, gazed at, worshipped. Her husband made her feel like a younger woman still in her early prime before children had taken their toll on her body. If anything, Arthur seemed to give her body more attention in the now than before. It made Molly blush. She wasn't uncomfortable in her body but was aware that it wasn't what it once was. However, with Arthur near she was always a goddess and she knew it. She could feel it in her very bones and in the way her skin prickled when he touched her just the right way.

As he kissed her neck she could only breathe, not even able to respond to his comment. She bit her lip as he kissed further down, feeling her softness and the fabric that still separated their skin. There was a moment that was completely a Molly and Arthur moment: the skirt didn't come off with ease. Arthur toying with it to the point of slipping it over his feet made Molly cover her face in laughter. It was the intimate kind of laughter. The kind that happens only between lovers who understand one another on a level of pure respect and comfort. Once the skirt came loose, she pulled him into her, still smiling. She gave him small kiss after small kiss. Then she inhaled sharply and took his breath into hers, slowing the kiss down. Nothing was funny anymore.

"Every piece of me longs for you, Arthur," she shifted beneath him, looking him straight in the eye. "I long for you, Arthur," she said firmly with a hand on his face. "Surprise me with where you start. I know you won't let anywhere else down. You never have before."

He lifted her with ease. His arms were strong. His core was strong. His back was strong. He held her tightly but it would never be close enough. Molly would never feel close enough to the man she loved so. It wasn't physically possible. When he pulled away and paid attention to her breasts Molly's breath escaped her. She could feel his teeth everywhere. When he asked the question all Molly could do was nod her head, almost making her lip bleed from how hard she was biting it. She wanted and needed him.

There was a beat of silence when Molly opened her eyes. Arthur gave her Eskimo kisses. Her smile became plastered to her face as she returned the gesture. They were one. They were always one. No sound other than their noses rubbing against one another for a brief moment.

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Arthur followed Edgar in trying to mimic his comfort to a decent degree of excess at least finding a place to sit. “Something black. A good strong tea.” Arthur was unsure if he was choosing to match the conversation or to impress Edgar, but it sounded right, and he doubted a discussion of his tea choosing philosophy would hit well, besides he needed to keep something in the back pocket. “What brand is that, sometimes one brand can serve, but it needs to be a versatile one, breakfast, tea time.  To keep you warm after a cold day of hard work.  I find a selection of teas can give you something to look forward to offset a bad mood or enhance a good one.” Maybe he’d dipped into the reserve conversation sooner than he’d thought but it seemed to be going over ok.

Edgar waited until Arthur stepped inside his home before shutting the door behind him. "I'm sure I have something that we can munch on with our tea." He tossed his jacket up on a hook, kicked off his boots, and made his way down the hall into the kitchen to fetch the kettle.

Normally he would only have one brand of tea, but with Hestia living with him, there seemed to be more variety. He pulled out the boxes and placed them on the counter for Arthur to see. "You can say Hestia is your saving grace. Which one would you like?" He filled up the kettle and placed it on the stove.

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“I wouldn’t mind not mentioning it, though I’m not sure how much you care about the state of wizarding child care or treats and sweet cream, though I do have quite a few opinions on what would pair well with butter beer or stronger spirits. Dessert drinks are some of the best, a light digestif can change a meal, but leaves something to be desired.” His eyes had lit up talking about drink and food. It was one of the things he has a passion about.  Not enough to get into anything as complex as potions but mixology created a certain feeling of being an alchemist.  A muggle concept that seemed interesting as were the topics that bridged gaps which he thought was more than the average witch or wizard would consider, but he was both too drunk and not drunk enough to start speaking on muggles. “I can promise to talk about something else, anything else I feel like that might be enough? Or just let you lead the conversation for a while. I’m sure you’re tired of mouthy and rambling patrons, but you must have some interesting stories.”  He looked at Ros expectantly feeling like one of his boys when he had suggested a bout of the quiet game, a parenting trick old as any magic.

Edgar. A name that Ros hadn’t mentioned. Another mistake was made without knowing who was sitting in the Three Broomsticks. The woman leaned forward, placing her hands on the table in front of Arthur and watched the man in front of her. “I will get you that stronger one if you can promise me something. Don’t mention names. It’s a secret and we don’t need people to know the names that belong to it.”

The woman straightened again, looking at the man in front of her. “The Three Broomsticks is a place for everyone. Unfortunately, that also means that sometimes we get visitors that I prefer to keep out but that’s something I cannot do. I need to make a living as well. But that also means that we need to watch out what we say.” Her voice was lowered so only Arthur would be able to hear her.

“If you can promise me that you can keep quiet with a stronger drink in, then I’ll get you that drink.”

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“Good, I wouldn’t want you worrying about cheek before I leave some impressions on yours.” He pulled the garment over her arms looking down at her soft bosom covered in frilly lace still a bit overdressed, but he was enjoying the closeness of straddling her letting her bask in his worship as he kissed his way back down face lingering against the cool lace of her bra. The skirt presented a small challenge, but slipping his hands under it and cupping the cheeks in question he was able to draw her attention enough to lift her and pull the skirt down before he set her back down on the bed.  There was an odd moment where they were technically both wearing the dress, but considering soon he would be wearing her he doubted that was what occupied her mind. She was splendid. all lace, silk and rosy blushes. He couldn’t admire her for more than a moment as her skin begged to be caressed.  He started at her hips as the thought to throw all foreplay out crossed his mind, but a woman like Molly deserved to be romanced even at such desperately intimate moments as this. “You make me burn with indecision Mrs. Weasly.  I worry that wherever I start the other parts of you will be jealous.” He moved his hands up and lifted her into his lap again so they could be close. Feel each other, the breath, the warmth of excitement hardly constrained by cotton and lace. His hands went to the bottom of her bra where lace met her soft breasts and he cupped lightly before leaning down nibbling flesh through the fabric before he pulled the garment away from her a bit displacing it letting her breast go but tugging the bra free.  Again he helped himself by undoing it at the back, pulling it away with his teeth dropping it on the bed next to them. He looked down at her topless and still over dressed. “What do you think Molly, still eager to be stripped and devoured?  I won’t be able to resist once the last stitch is off, so close to my lovely amortentia.” He hugged her close, giving her a kiss on the cheek, and rubbing noses with her.  Was it also an excuse to feel her pressed against him of course, though he hardly needed an excuse at this point.

Molly was on cloud nine. Her husband was truly magical. He knew just what to do to make her want him more and more. In the bedroom he wasn't the awkward man most people saw. He had his humor, yes, but it was the kind of humor that was meant only for her. It was teasing in a sexy way. She was still as attracted to him as much as ever if not more. Their life together was all she could ask for -- inside and outside the bedroom. How did she get so lucky? She placed her hand on his cheek. "Have I told you lately that you're the man of my dreams?" she whispered breathlessly as he gave her love bites on her skin.

As he slowly undressed her Molly held her breath, feeling the blood course through her veins. Her head was swimming. He was all over her. His hands were so strong. His teeth were sharp. It was perfection. Everything about him was perfection. She had no idea what she did to deserve such a man; one who worshiped her and her body like she was a goddess.

The feeling of his lips on her stomach made her gasp. She bit her lip. It was a sensitive area for her and he knew it. She couldn't help but be turned on when he kissed the area. She couldn't help but shift her hips in delight.

As her clothes were removed Molly's breathing quickened and her eyes were closed tight. She could hardly contain herself as her body became exposed. The cool air glided over her. The combination made her shiver. Then when he climbed on top of her -- there were no words. His muscles were in clear view. He held her down. Molly could hardly contain herself. The kiss was mindblowing.

"Oh, I know you're not all cheek, Sir," Molly said confidently.