Molly the Gentle

Molly Prewett \\ 7th year Gryffindor \\ 17 \\ Single

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"Would a hug be to much to ask?"

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"Oh shove it, Rosier. I am not in the mood today."

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"Well that's not nice at all."

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"Come on, Arthur. Let's go do something fun before my head explodes."

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"I just feel extremely sick." She told her as she tried to down a goblet of water.

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"Yes. Perhaps it was something I ate.'"

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"I don't feel very well is all. I think finals has gotten me stressed out."

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"I feel like I am going to hurl every where."

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[[ MORE ]] A small laugh left her at the small joke before she took his hands, placing them on her swelled breasts. "I do know some things; So-- I won't be a complete disappointment." She whispered to him, leaning her head back and her red hair fell off her shoulders. "Edgar-- gave me a few pointers." She chuckled;leaning in to kiss his neck gently, finding the small crook in the front.

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It was indeed cozy; looked similar to the girls dorm except for a few Beatles posters strolled around on the walls thanks to Molly. She took the chance with his back turned; to remove her shirt, standing before him in her red laced bra.

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A bite to her bottom lip was given before she nodded her head. She took his hand and led him to the Common Room; people stopping and trying to talk to Molly but she was a bit occupied. A small hum left her when they finally entered the commons; she dropped his hand before walking off towards the seventh year dorms; trying to make it less suspicious with their fellow mates. She stood; waiting at the boy's dorms.

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"Back to your dorm? Wouldn't that be crowded as we--- oh..... Oh!" Wow she felt dumb in that moment but a bright pink came across her cheeks. "Talk? Alright. We can-- talk."

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"I've always wanted you. You made me feel--- Happy and wanted. I want to be with you always." She laced their fingers together gently. "Let's go back to the common room. I want to sit by the fire."

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“So you’re saying I’m not the hottest member of the Marauders? Is there something wrong with you?”

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"James was always the charmer in your little group."

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She could kiss him forever, and she wanted to. Her arms snaked around his neck slowly as she deepened the kiss; body pressing against his as all time seemed to stop around them. Lips pulling back by mere inches; her dark hues fell to half gaze. "I love you." She whispered; fingers playing with strands of his reddened hair.

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His words brought a smile on her lips. That nickname was so silly. She sniffled before she leaned in, kissing him gently with another sniffle. "So-- no not breaking up, alright?"