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lrthunder82Title: Alone With Mollywobbles
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Arthur/Molly
Word Count: 1,230
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Both Arthur and Molly are seventh years, so maybe only slight underage; unintended exhibitionism; slightly public sex
Challenge: Day 15 pairing and word prompts: Arthur/Molly, day, Gryffindor
Author's Notes: I thought it would be nice to see a moment in Arthur and Molly's past before they became parents. Like mother, like daughter when it came to having overbearing brothers and friends. :)
Arthur had some crazy ideas, but even he knew this was particularly strange. He thought he would have some alone time with his girlfriend, Molly Prewitt, now that she was a seventh year and her older brothers had left Hogwarts. But they still had plenty of friends, who thought they needed to protect her virtue from "that Weasley boy."
Arthur knew she was annoyed by their overprotectiveness, but if it wasn't Fabian and Gideon's friends, then it was the staff, particularly Apollyon Pringle. The last time they had tried sneaking out of Gryffindor Tower for a romantic rendezvous, Arthur had been caught by the caretaker. He still had the scars on his back, and there were rumors that Pringle's apprentice, Argus Filch was even worse.
So, they had to settle for weekend days. For Hogsmeade weekends, they were expected to join their fellow students in the visit to the village. Even there, there was no escape from the watchful sentinels. That left the Quidditch matches.
In an earlier visit to the pitch, Arthur noticed there was a small room under the teachers' seats. He waited a while to see if anyone knew about it, but apparently he was the only one. He therefore started making plans. Since Fabian and Gideon's friends only interfered when Arthur was with Molly, he could act freely when he was alone. He took the time to add amenities to this room, for example, a bed.
Finally, he was ready, and just in time for the Gryffindor-Slytherin match. If it was a typical match between the two houses, then any noise would conceal any audio evidence of Arthur and Molly's lovemaking.
Arthur made sure he was seen heading towards the stadium with the rest of Gryffindor House. Once at the stadium, and with a large enough gap in the throng, he steered Molly towards the room.
"Arthur Weasley, where are we going? Last I checked, this wasn't the way to the Gryffindor stands," she said.
He smiled. "I know. I found a place where we can be alone, Mollywobbles."
Molly blushed. She always had that reaction when he used that nickname. "What about my so-called protectors?"
Arthur's smile widened. "Since the entire school is here, they'll assume we got lost in the crowd. Ah, here we are."
He continued smiling as she gasped at what she saw. The mattress he had managed to sneak in there had been transfigured into a king sized bed. There was a large banner with hearts and the words, "I love you, my Mollywobbles." There weren't any windows, but the room's walls were painted with Gryffindor colors.
Molly turned to him, with tears in her eyes. She embraced him. "This is wonderful, Arthur, but you shouldn't have."
"Anything for my Mollywobbles," he replied, then kissed her.
He planned to take it slowly until he was certain the match was underway. Arthur knew it was a good idea to let the roar of the crowd cover any noise they made, considering he could hear the faint voices of the teachers above him. In the meantime, he settled for kissing and undressing his beautiful girlfriend.
Once they were naked and in bed, Arthur tried pulling the covers over them, but Molly stopped him. "I want to see all of you," she said, causing him to blush. So, he left the blanket and sheets alone. Truth be told, he wanted to see all of his beautiful girlfriend as well, and was glad she gave him an excuse to do so.
The match began, judging by a loud roar that came from overhead. Arthur took that as his cue. He positioned himself above Molly and entered her slowly, causing her to cry out. They both froze, wondering if the teachers had heard them. Instead, the room shook as the stadium rocked with the cheers of the Gryffindor faithful. Even though the teachers were supposed to be neutral, Arthur and Molly knew a handful of them wanted Gryffindor to win and would cheer as loudly as the students.
Arthur and Molly kissed as they made love. First, he loved kissing her. Second, it prevented her from moaning too loudly. Slowly, he increased the speed of her thrusts, and she tightened her grip on him as response. Soon, he was thrusting wildly into her and only his mouth prevented her from screaming loudly. The bed shook under the ferocity of their lovemaking, or perhaps that was another celebration quake from the Gryffindor throng.
Molly's eyes twinkled with mirth as she flipped them over so she was on top. He knew this was risky because they wouldn't kiss as easily. He had to trust her to not be so loud to bring the teachers down upon them. She started riding him and moaned loudly, perhaps a little too loudly for his liking, when he put his hands on her breasts. Despite the risk of discovery, Arthur loved it when she took charge.
Even though they both wanted Gryffindor to win, they wanted a long match so they could spend as much time alone as possible. Fortunately, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were in the mood to cooperate. Even with the roaring crowd and the walls separating them from the match, Arthur could hear reports from the commentator periodically, no matter how muted the words were. It sounded like it was a back-and-forth match, with neither team being able to establish a decisive advantage. That suited the young lovers just fine.
Arthur and Molly soon reached their climaxes, just as both Gryffindor and Slytherin scored within seconds of each other. They listened carefully to the match, wondering if there would be time for another round. They grinned at each other, believing they had enough time.
This time, they didn't confine themselves to the bed. They made love all around the room: on the floor, against the door, and against the wall. Despite their earlier fears of being overheard, they were content to hear each other moan and groan. This spurred them on even further, and it was only a matter of time before they came again.
Arthur froze when he heard silence from overhead. He couldn't hear the teachers' words, but he wondered if they had heard Molly just now. Soon, conversation resumed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Arthur and Molly cuddled for a few more minutes before dressing. They silently slipped out of the room just as one loud roar came from the Gryffindor fans. Gryffindor had won.
******
Another hard day of Transfiguration, but Arthur was sure he understood the material. N.E.W.T.s were quickly approaching and Transfiguration would prove to be the most difficult exam. As he collected his belongings, Professor McGonagall called out, "Mr. Weasley, may I have a word?"
Thinking it was about his latest essay, which he knew he had done poorly on, he approached McGonagall's desk. She waited until the other students had filed out before she spoke. "I don't teach Charms, but I know Professor Flitwick has covered Silencing Charms. The next time you and Miss Prewitt want to celebrate a Quidditch match together, be sure to use a Silencing Charm. I would hate to have to dock any points or assign detention otherwise."
Arthur's face was as red as his hair as he left the classroom, but otherwise thankful for not receiving anything more than a lecture.
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Arthur/Molly
Word Count: 1,230
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Both Arthur and Molly are seventh years, so maybe only slight underage; unintended exhibitionism; slightly public sex
Challenge: Day 15 pairing and word prompts: Arthur/Molly, day, Gryffindor
Author's Notes: I thought it would be nice to see a moment in Arthur and Molly's past before they became parents. Like mother, like daughter when it came to having overbearing brothers and friends. :)
Arthur had some crazy ideas, but even he knew this was particularly strange. He thought he would have some alone time with his girlfriend, Molly Prewitt, now that she was a seventh year and her older brothers had left Hogwarts. But they still had plenty of friends, who thought they needed to protect her virtue from "that Weasley boy."
Arthur knew she was annoyed by their overprotectiveness, but if it wasn't Fabian and Gideon's friends, then it was the staff, particularly Apollyon Pringle. The last time they had tried sneaking out of Gryffindor Tower for a romantic rendezvous, Arthur had been caught by the caretaker. He still had the scars on his back, and there were rumors that Pringle's apprentice, Argus Filch was even worse.
So, they had to settle for weekend days. For Hogsmeade weekends, they were expected to join their fellow students in the visit to the village. Even there, there was no escape from the watchful sentinels. That left the Quidditch matches.
In an earlier visit to the pitch, Arthur noticed there was a small room under the teachers' seats. He waited a while to see if anyone knew about it, but apparently he was the only one. He therefore started making plans. Since Fabian and Gideon's friends only interfered when Arthur was with Molly, he could act freely when he was alone. He took the time to add amenities to this room, for example, a bed.
Finally, he was ready, and just in time for the Gryffindor-Slytherin match. If it was a typical match between the two houses, then any noise would conceal any audio evidence of Arthur and Molly's lovemaking.
Arthur made sure he was seen heading towards the stadium with the rest of Gryffindor House. Once at the stadium, and with a large enough gap in the throng, he steered Molly towards the room.
"Arthur Weasley, where are we going? Last I checked, this wasn't the way to the Gryffindor stands," she said.
He smiled. "I know. I found a place where we can be alone, Mollywobbles."
Molly blushed. She always had that reaction when he used that nickname. "What about my so-called protectors?"
Arthur's smile widened. "Since the entire school is here, they'll assume we got lost in the crowd. Ah, here we are."
He continued smiling as she gasped at what she saw. The mattress he had managed to sneak in there had been transfigured into a king sized bed. There was a large banner with hearts and the words, "I love you, my Mollywobbles." There weren't any windows, but the room's walls were painted with Gryffindor colors.
Molly turned to him, with tears in her eyes. She embraced him. "This is wonderful, Arthur, but you shouldn't have."
"Anything for my Mollywobbles," he replied, then kissed her.
He planned to take it slowly until he was certain the match was underway. Arthur knew it was a good idea to let the roar of the crowd cover any noise they made, considering he could hear the faint voices of the teachers above him. In the meantime, he settled for kissing and undressing his beautiful girlfriend.
Once they were naked and in bed, Arthur tried pulling the covers over them, but Molly stopped him. "I want to see all of you," she said, causing him to blush. So, he left the blanket and sheets alone. Truth be told, he wanted to see all of his beautiful girlfriend as well, and was glad she gave him an excuse to do so.
The match began, judging by a loud roar that came from overhead. Arthur took that as his cue. He positioned himself above Molly and entered her slowly, causing her to cry out. They both froze, wondering if the teachers had heard them. Instead, the room shook as the stadium rocked with the cheers of the Gryffindor faithful. Even though the teachers were supposed to be neutral, Arthur and Molly knew a handful of them wanted Gryffindor to win and would cheer as loudly as the students.
Arthur and Molly kissed as they made love. First, he loved kissing her. Second, it prevented her from moaning too loudly. Slowly, he increased the speed of her thrusts, and she tightened her grip on him as response. Soon, he was thrusting wildly into her and only his mouth prevented her from screaming loudly. The bed shook under the ferocity of their lovemaking, or perhaps that was another celebration quake from the Gryffindor throng.
Molly's eyes twinkled with mirth as she flipped them over so she was on top. He knew this was risky because they wouldn't kiss as easily. He had to trust her to not be so loud to bring the teachers down upon them. She started riding him and moaned loudly, perhaps a little too loudly for his liking, when he put his hands on her breasts. Despite the risk of discovery, Arthur loved it when she took charge.
Even though they both wanted Gryffindor to win, they wanted a long match so they could spend as much time alone as possible. Fortunately, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were in the mood to cooperate. Even with the roaring crowd and the walls separating them from the match, Arthur could hear reports from the commentator periodically, no matter how muted the words were. It sounded like it was a back-and-forth match, with neither team being able to establish a decisive advantage. That suited the young lovers just fine.
Arthur and Molly soon reached their climaxes, just as both Gryffindor and Slytherin scored within seconds of each other. They listened carefully to the match, wondering if there would be time for another round. They grinned at each other, believing they had enough time.
This time, they didn't confine themselves to the bed. They made love all around the room: on the floor, against the door, and against the wall. Despite their earlier fears of being overheard, they were content to hear each other moan and groan. This spurred them on even further, and it was only a matter of time before they came again.
Arthur froze when he heard silence from overhead. He couldn't hear the teachers' words, but he wondered if they had heard Molly just now. Soon, conversation resumed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Arthur and Molly cuddled for a few more minutes before dressing. They silently slipped out of the room just as one loud roar came from the Gryffindor fans. Gryffindor had won.
******
Another hard day of Transfiguration, but Arthur was sure he understood the material. N.E.W.T.s were quickly approaching and Transfiguration would prove to be the most difficult exam. As he collected his belongings, Professor McGonagall called out, "Mr. Weasley, may I have a word?"
Thinking it was about his latest essay, which he knew he had done poorly on, he approached McGonagall's desk. She waited until the other students had filed out before she spoke. "I don't teach Charms, but I know Professor Flitwick has covered Silencing Charms. The next time you and Miss Prewitt want to celebrate a Quidditch match together, be sure to use a Silencing Charm. I would hate to have to dock any points or assign detention otherwise."
Arthur's face was as red as his hair as he left the classroom, but otherwise thankful for not receiving anything more than a lecture.
