the scoff that left his mouth was more playful than anything because, honestly, arthur in his youth tried to stay as far away from molly as possible. of course he wouldn’t know if she was just as equally as bad as him. ❛ hmm, maybe you’ll have to tell me those stories of your on our date then. ❜ he said cheekily, mouth extenuating the word date because even he couldn’t quite still believe it. ❛ — and if they won’t let you back in here after our little show, then i’ll just have to make you a book shop of your very own. ❜ a little in home bookshelf is what he had in mind, maximalism at it’s finest. he may be trouble, but he’d always find ways to make it up.
he was entirely too excited that molly had agreed on his corny idea, even saying it sounded perfect. however, it only meant for him that he had to spend as much time as he possibly could on making it perfect. he wasn’t worried, no. only a little nervous. — the best part of his whole inner turmoil, however, was that he wasn’t the only one who thought their night under the stars counted as a date, so technically this was their second, right ? that meant a lot less pressure, but still the same amount of effort. ❛ oh, come off it, ❜ he replied with a roll of his eyes. ❛ you’re not annoying at all, and if anyone ever calls you that or says that to you, it’s only because they’re jealous that you’re loads brighter than they’ll ever be. ❜ arthur weasley only spoke the truth.
❛ old man flavor ? ❜ he questioned loudly, bewildered by molly’s choice in description. ❛ i’ll have you know that the clotted cream ice cream here is the best by far. believe me — i’ve tried each flavor at least three times. on separate occasions, of course. ❜ he added on the end with a chuckle as he felt the after effects of the pinch on his cheek. arthur’s legs felt as though they had turned into jelly the moment molly leaned into him after choosing her flavor, but instead of falling over, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her frame as they waited for their scoops. ❛ there’s no need to thank me, molls, ❜ he said in her ear, ❛ but you’re very welcome. ❜ once arthur had paid and their orders were called, he took her hand in his while the other gripped his cone as he maneuvered them to an open table outside. ❛ i just have to let you know one thing, ❜ he began, in the most serious of voice he could muster in between licks. ❛ you made fun of me for getting an ‘old man flavor’, yet you land on toffee ? isn’t that like a peak old lady dessert ? ❜ he questioned, immediately bursting into laughter.
“only if you share as well --” sheepish smile at her lips, it wasn’t the most attractive stories, but she also didn’t ever want to HIDE from him, the good -- the bad and well, the ugly wasn’t something she minded sharing, as long as she could have a good laugh about his as well. she knew he would never let her live her tales of terror down. shaking her head with a chuckle -- date was becoming her favourite word as of late, especially when he said it like that. she knew he was humouring her, but her gaze was glittering with joy at the very suggestion, “now i might actually need a reason to get banned from here--” she mused, half wondering if he could pull it off -- or well, she knew he could, arthur weasley was full of surprises.
her heart was thumping wildly as she lightly bumped his shoulder -- a secretive smile painted at her lips; molly ophelia prewett was never good with compliments let alone praise. she hadn’t said it to hear him contest it, no -- it was a joke and in that moment she knew he meant it. “let them say it --” she murmured, shrugging easily, “the people who matter think differently --” finger tapping his chest gently, “clearly” beaming with adoration.
she would worry that she offended him, she wasn’t nearly keeling over with laughter, “you heard me” nose wrinkling, before casting mister. fortescue an apologetic smile for what she was about to impart. “i don’t doubt that it was made as well as it could be” she very much still needed to be able to show her face in this ice cream parlour, “-- but usually those taste buds belong to older gentlemen, my pops adores it” that was one thing they would have in common - molly didn’t doubt that her family would get on with the boy that was taking over her heart. way too soon -- it was far too soon to even think about that, but whenever she was around him it seemed like her heart raced far ahead of her mind. tongue soon poking through her lips as she broke the trance she was in just to playfully spite him.
she wore the pink hue on her cheeks with PRIDE as he wrapped himself around her, she didn’t doubt that he could hear her heart beat -- just as she didn’t doubt that her curls were being obnoxious and tickling his chin, as much as her mind was racing and she had never been more self-conscious, she wasn’t going to ruin the moment. she simply tilted her head back and rested it against his chest, her own hands laying over his -- a slight shiver as she felt him against her ear, turning her head slightly to catch his gaze -- opening her mouth slightly just to shut it. she didn’t have time to push another thank you on him, he was out of her grasp soon enough. she didn’t have time to be disappointed by the sudden space, her hand was in his once more with a blink of the eye, her own fingers gripping her cone with delight as he tugged them outside. “take that back --” she breathed out, playful outrage consuming her, “it is not -- it’s the perfect balance” indignant as she nearly shoved the cone at him, “if this is a trap to sneak a lick -- i’ll fall for it, because trouble -- i’m ALWAYS right” holding it out to him, “one bite and no -- even when you fall in love with it, don’t try to use those eyes on me. it’s not going to work --” she warned, knowing fully well that she’d give him the entire cone if he asked, anything to keep that smile on his lips.
