This Thing We Had

Breaking

“I want a divorce, Molly”
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Molly blinked in confusion.

“What?”

Arthur sighed and put his hands above his head. “I’ve had enough. I can’t do this anymore.”

“B-but…. What about, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny? Are you just going to leave them?”

“No, I am not leaving,” He said leaning against the staircase wall. “You are, and that’s final”

“Oh no, dream on tomato head, you’re pulling the divorce, you leave!” Her temper was on the rise again, but his time he didn’t back down.

“You’re the one with the bastard spawned kids Melanie, who do you think would win in court. So you want everyone to know you’re a cheating bitch?”

“Cheatin… you didn’t just say that..” Arthur realised his mistake and tried to apologise. Needless to say he was unsuccessful.

Molly stormed out the hospital doors, firing ‘if you want to de AK’ed, just stand in my way’ scowl in all directions.

“Molly wait!!!” when she didn’t stop, he tried again.

“Melanie!” she halted for a second and turned around.

“Fuck off Weasley!”

The crowd stopped around them. Never had they seen the Arthur and Molly have a fight, and it was a bit frightening. They were the model for every marriage in Britain; synchronized, lots of children, lots of love. Well, one out of three wasn’t too bad.

“Wait, I didn’t mean…”

“Don’t you dare make excuses! Be a man for once an d stand up for your self, you’re a Gryffindor, after all.” She hissed, her voice dripping of venom.

“ Do you have something personal against Gryffindors, you oh so clever Ravenclaw?” Arthur spat.

Now everyone was staring, not even trying to hide it either. All eyes on Molly’s aristocratic features,. Her pureblood pride shining. They all knew of Arthurs famous Weasley temper, but Molly they had always thought to be a kind and mellow woman. Whispers murmured through the crowd, a few standing out amongst the disapproving remarks.

“Well, it’s good to see that the Lilàchy temper has not been lost in her.” “Are you sure about that, they’re worse than the Malfoys” “No way!” “I knew her parents, Merlin save you if you’d upset them” “Her brains are wasted in the kitchen” “No objections there”


Molly glared at Arthur, her hair had fallen from the hairnet she always carried it in. She smirked to herself as she heard a few gasps in the crowd when they saw the crimson satin locks billowing over her shoulders and down her back, caressing her hips. In the sun, she glowed.

Her mind was set on making a scene. She didn’t care anymore. She wanted to get away from him, his ‘house’. ‘More like a hut, and I’m not going back there’ she thought. Making her mind up, she ripped off her too large, former deep red, now out washed orange, robe, and threw it in his face. Now wearing a thin cashmere top and denim jeans with a pair of sexy leather boots.

You’d think having seven children would take it’s toll on her figure. Seeing her perfect hourglass; slim legs, round hips, flat abs, and firm breasts, one would never think she had ever given birth to anything at all.

“What I have against Gryffindors? Twenty years of marriage to you, and you still don’t know?!” The volume of their arguing was on a constant rise.

“Mind your tongue! You’re still my wife and you will respect me.”

“My tongue is my own, and I won’t be your wife for long. Or have you already forgotten your little request outside the emergency rooms where my sons are DYING? “

“Well, if you hate us Gryffindors so much, I’ll pass on the message to your children!”

“All save two, you bastard”

“Yes, save your two bastards Bill and Charlie” A collective ‘oh my’ came from the people surrounding them.

“I hate you”

“Then why’d you marry me?” Arthur was getting his cheek back, thinking he was in control again, now that he had revealed his ace card.

“It’s not like I ever had a choice!” she seethed, “It was ‘do or die’ on my part. My parents told me to either marry you, or take The Mark. I didn’t have just my own life to look after, you know. With Dumbledore running around killing every pureblood that hadn’t sworn their life to him, I couldn’t risk it.” She smirked inwardly at Arthur’s shocked expression.

“Now, I think that I made the wrong choice. I fucked up royally. Should have taken The Mark over you. I was pregnant, with a man I really loved, who loved me.”

She took a deep breath trying to control her tears that were threatening to escape. She exhaled slowly before she added in a low voice, but still loud enough for the people closest to her to hear.

“He took The Mark for me, so I didn’t have to. Voldemort was happy with just the one of us.” Her tears were flowing freely now. This she had never said out loud, it had never left her lips.

“He gave up his freedom, his life, for me! I can’t even stop to say hello to him, because you don’t have enough self-control to not verbally kill him every time he comes within fifty feet of me. You’re right, I DO HATE YOU.”

Molly spun around and ran through the parting crowd. With her tears blinding her, she didn’t see the hard chest he collided with a second later. Her knees gave in and she fell. Two strong arms catching her mid air.

His stormy eyes met her blue. She was dazed from the crash, he hadn’t budged an inch, and she was so small compared to him.

She felt herself being lifted up, held close to his warm body, his hair caressing her cheeks. A thousand memories flooded through her mind in an instant, before her surroundings closed in around her.
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A/N: hm, who has stormy eyes i wonder. not to hard. i'll bedisappointed if you all didn't figure it out after the 1st chapter. please review, if you liked it or not, still do. another chapter will be up soon.