Molly the Gentle

"Would a hug be to much to ask?"

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

"Well that's not nice at all."

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

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

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

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

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

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

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?"