#mollysander

Mollysander: It’s a beautiful night.

“It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do, Hey baby, I think I want to marry you”

  The fresh, gentle evening breeze was curling her hair, as the moonlight was reflecting in her ocean blue eyes. “You look pretty. What’s the occasion?” Lysander smiled, walking behind her; his hair was recklessly creeping from his head, and his everlasting wicked smile… “Always on his face.” Molly thought, picturing him behind her, even if she didn’t see him – she could feel how he was looking at her. How he looked right now, how he was standing. She smiled a little, swinging her legs around.

“Oh… this? This just makes me feel pretty. Nothing special.” Molly promised; she gathered some of her pain that was hanging on her face and did her best to hide it behind the best fake careless smile that she had. The truth was… she got stood up, by no one else but Theodore Nott. Lysander sat next to her and stared in front of him; the view was nothing but magical as everything else in their world. He enjoyed the silence for quite a bit, but he was Lysander after all… and he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“So… the date…” Lysander carefully shot her a gaze; Molly grimaced, her upper lip twitched, but Lysander pretended that he did not see that. “The date was…. It kind of did not happen.” Molly’s voice was as usual full of pride, but once the thoughts were out as words and she spoke that, the pride was crunched. Lysander could feel his heart smiling. “Ow.” He whispered, not wanting to show how truly happy he was in this moment because; after all… he was her best friend, “Why not?” he asked.

Elbowing him, and pushing him away with a frown on her face, Molly looked down “Leave me alone, Lysander. I’m not in the mood for useless drabble right now.” She knew him to good to ignore how obviously he was amused by this, because she wasn’t. She wasn’t amused at all. For the first time she really wants to go on a date, she gets stood up… nice.

“Okay… but…” Lysander swallowed some of his happiness and looked at his palms, seeming awfully interested in them. He, of course, did not want to leave, or to glow in front of her. “What?” her eyes rolled and she was getting more annoyed. “Can I do anything to make you happy?” Lysander asked, as if he was asking for permission.

Molly’s eyes curiously found his, “I don’t know. Can you?” the irritation she had in her voice has been cleared from her eyes. He could finally breathe again. And Molly, well, she knew the answer on her question; Lysander could always do anything, or at least she thought so.

“Accio broom!” all happy and full of enthusiasm, he whispered and waited for his shiny Firebolt Platinum (that was, by the way, a gift from uncle Neville), and his hand barely wandered around Molly’s. He was collecting some of his manly courage to get a hold of it. As the shiny broom slowly was cutting through the air, floating like a leaf on the water, Lysander smiled and spontaneously took her hand, like he got a boost of courage. The broom landed right next to him, and he placed it up, and, helped Molly to get on it. Even if Molly was playing Quidditch herself, he considered himself a gentleman… and ladies had the advantage… or just Molly.

“Our little secret?” Lysander smiled. “Sure.” Molly’s eyebrows were arched up, and her patience was fading. He finally occupied her attention. As they rose up in the air, Molly wrapped her arms around his waist. He couldn’t help it. He smiled.

Hogwarts was slowly disappearing behind them, as well as all other troubles; Molly was taken aback by the view, and she was smiling. She forgot about her date. It was beautiful.

“Feeling alright back there?” Lysander asked and smiled, but Molly replied with just a nod. “Okay… so….” He started talking even with the wind blasting right at his face; Lysander was drabbling about magic, he sure did mention some roses, or some flowers that start on R, Nargles, Winched wasufs, was that what Molly’s ears heard? She was enjoying the melody of his voice but she failed to bother recognizing his words. Her hand went up to his torso, and landed on the left side, right were his heart was.

Lysander’s heartbeat went crazy; just like Molly’s a year ago, everytime she’d see him. “Why is your heart beating like crazy? Are you afraid of heights?” Molly raised her head on the level of his ear, and teased him a little bit. Of course he wasn’t afraid of heights, he played Quidditch. “The… um, adrenaline. You know.” He smiled. Fuck adrenaline, Molly thought and clenched her jaw. “Yes… I know.” She spoke quietly. It would be a perfect time for a kiss… but he didn’t kiss her.

They landed in the Godric’s Hollow, and he took her hand once they got off the broom, saying, “It’s cold.” nonchalantly; Molly looked at him, “Should snow soon. I can smell it.” She chuckled, looking at him, “Yeah… Molly and her super-smell.” Lysander grinned, “Remember that time you told me we have chicken for lunch?” Lysander’s grin was obviously irritating her because she knew what he was talking about, “You always bring that up!” she hit him gently, sticking her tongue out and squirmed her hand out of his, running away and expecting of him to chase her. Lysander of course, accepted the challenge and went behind her, quickly getting a hold of her waist and starting to tickle her, “Bloody hell – Lysander – no, no, no… stop!” she was giggling and trying to push him away, “Try to stop me!” Lysander teased, jumping around her and moving his hands fastly just touching around her belly – her ticklish spot. “Okay, okay… OKAY, LYSANDER. Ly! Stop!!” Molly let out and excited scream, holding both his hands now, “No, no… don’t you dare, mister… Don’t you…” Molly laughed, wiggling her eyebrows. “No, no, no….” she smirked. “No way, Scamander, no bloody way…” Molly walked backwards holding his hands down, “Scamander? Is that so, Weasley?” he raised a brow just the way she liked. He pushed her inside of a small chapel, which was centered in the middle of this round street. It was a starry night, with light, cold fresh breeze. He gripped her hands, her eyes were starry.

Starry-eyed Molly.

“Would you do something crazy?” Lysander asked her as he swung her hands around, like a child that was walking on an iced lake, just to see if the ice would break. “Like… what?” Molly smiled, looking at him, “Like... Marry me? Just for one night?” Molly blinked twice at him, and an unexpected grin appeared on her face, “Yes?” she knew this would shock him as much as he shocked her now. “Yes? Okay… Okay!” Lysander smiled happily and kept his eyes on hers.

“I, Lysander Scamander, vow to feed you, Molly Weasley, with chocolate frogs, finest of them all, to hug you when you’re sad and kick some people’s asses when you’re irritated.” He successfully recited their best-friend-forever vow, making Molly smile even more. “I take you to be my husband tonight!” Molly laughed, stepping closer to him; the shine in his eyes enchanted her more than this night, and she looked up; he was taller than her. Only few boys were.

“Can I… kiss my bride?” He finally collected courage to ask her that. “Sure… If you have guts to.” Molly leaned in and closed her eyes; her lips found his quickly leaving him stunned there, but his hands went down against her waist, pulling her closer.

It was snowing.

Their kisses were something in between shy and slow at first, it was so best-friend like, but… then they were like two strangers, hungry for each other’s kisses. Molly placed her hand on his cheek and just when she was ready to kiss him once more, he slowly ended their kiss and looked at her. She wondered if he feels the same as she does now. The silent, eternity-long moment full of gazes not words. Molly waited for him to say something, but he simply didn’t. After a while, Lysander mumbled, “It’s almost midnight.” On which Molly agreed, “Let’s go.”

OMG why would Noe be there tho ._. haha you don’t have another charrie that’s actually involved with one of the weasley/potter clan? (LYSANDER THO. MOLLYSANDER.)

My OTPs-

Sam/Freddie, Jade/Andre, Jade/Beck, Molly/Lysander, Draco/Ginny.

::Mollysander::

For the nights I can’t remember;

  She was there, perfectly still and calm, breathing slowly, with her eyes closed; Lysander looked at her, and smiled, running his finger down her cheek. He stared. A sigh escaped his lips and he saw her waking up, moving slowly.

He closed his eyes quickly and lied down, pretending to sleep; he always did that.

Molly woke up two seconds after, and looked at him. She smiled, letting out a small yawn and snuck out of his bed. Lysander opened one of his eyes and watched her get up. She had his shirt on, and it was, of course, oversized. She stretched her arms up and jumped out, trying not to make a smallest sound. When she pulled her jeans back on, he closed his eye and she bent over, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He was sleeping, she thought and moved away, trying to tame her hair by running her fingers through it; Lysander smiled and opened his eyes. It’s like she could feel him doing it, so Molly turned.

“Sorry, I woke you up…” she apologetically said, quietly, not to wake up anyone from the dorm. She was sure that no one saw her last night… or almost sure. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Lysander really didn’t mind. He looked at her, all caught up, rushing to get out.

Stay. He begged her with his eyes to stay.

Molly looked at him, wiggling her eyebrows and trying to find something – earrings – as it turned out, and she started going through the bed, touching and searching around. “Is this what you’re looking for?” Ly asked, taking a pair of her earrings, and grinning from ear to ear.

Molly nodded and extended her hand. He shook his head.

“Come on, Sander.” Rolling her eyes, she crawled up back in bed and tried to get her earring back. “I’m in a hurry!” she bit her lip, trying to catch the earrings, but he kept moving his hand away. Lysander chuckled considering this very amusing, “Oh, come and get them, Molls!” he teased her, knowing that a frown will be on her face soon.

And there it was. He started laughing a little louder and then she jumped up, like a cat, placing her ice-cold hand on his mouth. He stopped moving his hand.

His heartbeat went crazy.

“Shut up.” She threatened him; for a small second, he thought that she was going to kiss him. He stopped moving; landing his own eyes that had undefined color, something between hazel and green with a chocolate shine. Molly always insisted that his eyes were dark olive green, and that he had the most precious eyes. She snuck her hand up to his and took the earrings out, maintaining the eye contact and Lysander did realize what he did, but it was a little late. She had him all caught up.

“Got you.” Molly sneakily whispered, and bit her lip to sustain a grin that Lysander knew too well; he rolled her over and started tickling her, “You know, Weasley,” he kept chuckling, “That this game isn’t over!” he announced. Molly started laughing and grabbed the pillow that they shared, and then hit him in the head. He let go quickly, and pouted, “Ouch.”

“Not working on me, Sander.” She shrugged, and pinched his cheek, then comfortably snuck in his arms to hug him. He sighed, “You wish, Molls.” He said jokingly, and hugged her back.

Molly felt safe in his arms.

“Thanks for letting me sleep over. James probably wants to cook me… I kissed a Slytherin last night, eh, I know, but I was drunk. Don’t,” She looked up at him knowing what face he made, “Do not, Lysander Scamander, do not give me that look!” she said, frowning instantly like a five year old child, “I hate you.” She decided, crossing her arms.

“What did I do?” he asked in all innocent tone, and Molly elbowed him, “I know you rolled your eyes.” She scolded, but her anger wasn’t that much strong now.

“It’s fine Molls. And you’re welcome… always.” Lysander answered, and she quickly squirmed out of his arms as she started feeling uncomfortable. Lysander swallowed, which was not noticed by Molly.

“See you tonight at the Quidditch pitch, right?” she asked with a same smile like she ever had. “Deal.” Lysander waved his hand, and she took her shirt. She didn’t change it, she stood in his.

Yay, hi Anon! You're epic <3

Uh, I have many OTPs for each fandom I'm in, and which one I like the best changes each day. 

Are you serious right now. Have we met? Hi, I'm Mad, my OTP is Mollysander.

Anyway. Here goes everything.

I'll start at Headcanon 1.

So, I see Molly as a headstrong girl who knows what she's doing. She sticks to the rules for the most part, but she's slightly rebellious at times, unlike Percy. She's a girl with a fierce temper, and she's a dreamer of sorts. She adores writing, is slightly innocent, and believes in love. But then we come to see Lysander, who, due to the constant insanity of his mother and brother, has been corrupted into not believing in hardly anything. He likes to break rules and to cause trouble, but most of the time, Molly's able to get him out of trouble. He's much more grounded, and manages to help her keep her head out of the clouds. He also gets to help her with her stories, because she's a big writer.

Okay, so this headcanon isn't very developed.

Then Headcanon 2, the one I use more often.

So, we have insecure!Molly. Everyone in her family is known for something, everyone except her. Molly's the one who sits in the shadows and writes, but no one knows about it. She pretends to be happy when really she's crumbling. In contrast, Lysander is a happy-go-lucky player, and one of his talents is making girls feel special. He's happy and cheery, basically the way I play him on the facebook RPG. He's sweet, bumbling and always making mistakes, but he always manages to rectify them in the end. He's also actually not too smart, failing the majority of his subjects. She's incredibly smart, getting good grades in nearly everything.

At first, Molly doesn't like him. She doesn't want to let him in, because she has major trust issues and all of that. But he manages to break down her walls and they somewhat accidentally fall in love. He helps her to realize that she has a place in the family, and in return, she tutors him and gives him a small dose of realism.

Ooh, and Headcanon 3-- the rebel and the prefect.

In this Canon, Molly's much like her father without the pompousness, if that's actually a word. She gets Head Girl in her seventh year, and is sweet, bubbly, and intelligent, but sometimes she longs for something more than constantly living in the shadow of her father. 'Oh, Molly, you look so much like your father!' 'Oh, Molly, you're a prefect just like your father!' And of course, he's constantly pressuring her.

Then Lysander doesn't want to live up to anyone's expectations. Much like his adventurous father, he loves taking risks and doing what he's not supposed to do. He's the kind of guy that Molly dislikes, but he manages to get her to do things she never thought she'd do (feel free to take this any way you like, yo). And she manages to keep him under control, which is one thing that most people can't do.

Basically, it's some opposites attract cliche-- the adventurer and the girl who wants more.

Okay, the final headcanon, Headcanon 4. I'm planning on finishing this fic, and then it will actually be existent.

I'll summarize it as not to give too much away, but anyway. Molly's basically this girl who hates everyone. She's beautiful and therefore guys find her attractive, but she hates all of them. Most people are scared of her, and they don't see beyond the Gothic-like scary surface. She's the Slytherin, rebellious Weasley, and everyone's terrified of her, basically. But then Lysander comes along, and he's a shallow boy that mainly only cares about popularity. He hears that if he can get Molly Weasley to like him, he'll be the most desired boy in school. And of course, that's all he wants.

So of course, Lysander's the type of guy that Molly despises. And he constantly asks her out, much to her annoyance, but then once she gives in. And he's the chill guy that doesn't care about much and she cares too much about everything. So they balance each other out, basically.

Other reasons why I like Mollysander-- first, the fanfictions. Most of them, if not the majority of them, are amazing. I don't know if I've read a bad fic, actually, but they might be existent. Also, we know literally nothing about either of them, so the canon can be constantly changing. There are so many ways to write them-- like their parents? Not like their parents? It's up to you!

Also, the daughter of Percy and the son of Luna, the daughter of the uptight one and the son of the free-spirited one. If you're going by parentage, this is pretty freaking amazing.

It's not some forbidden romance either, which is refreshing, but Percy wouldn't approve much, either, giving it some spice.

And Lysander buys Molly's books and Molly suffers through Lysander's Quidditch games.

Basically, they explode and burn and they're fantastic. There are amazing Mollysander fics out there that will make you ship it.