Gold Hill
Gold Hill
“ Can I take the blindfold off yet?” Molly giggled, her fingers touching the silken cloth over her eyes before they were gathered and tucked away in a larger, warmer hand.
“ Almost there, watch your step,” Arthur guided her forward. Looking around one last time he planted his feet and watched her tumble into him with a grin. She laughed, slipping the blinder up over one eye to look up at him while she caught her balance. He grinned wider, slipping the blindfold all the way off and kissing her properly.
“ Where are we?” She pulled away finally, looking around the empty stretch of land around them.
“ A bit of my family’s property, Gold Hill,” he gestured widely, the breeze ruffling his ginger tuft and playing through her auburn curls.
“ Why, it’s beautiful here!” she lifted a hand to shade her eyes as she looked around.
“ I thought maybe we could build a little cottage here…” he caught her waist, drawing her and her attention back in.
“ Arthur!” she giggled again unsurely.
“ Molly Prewett,” he sunk to one knee before her enfolding her hands in his, “ Will you marry me?” he asked adjusting his horn rimmed glasses and smiling nervously up at her.
Molly nodded vigorously, unable to speak without sobbing. He grinned in earnest now, rising and taking her face in his hands to kiss her again.
“ What do you think about renaming it the Burrow?” he asked once they’d both calmed down sufficiently.
“ Sounds like home,” she smiled and squeezed his hand just a little tighter.
“ Can I take the blindfold off yet?” Molly giggled, her fingers touching the silken cloth over her eyes before they were gathered and tucked away in a larger, warmer hand.
“ Almost there, watch your step,” Arthur guided her forward. Looking around one last time he planted his feet and watched her tumble into him with a grin. She laughed, slipping the blinder up over one eye to look up at him while she caught her balance. He grinned wider, slipping the blindfold all the way off and kissing her properly.
“ Where are we?” She pulled away finally, looking around the empty stretch of land around them.
“ A bit of my family’s property, Gold Hill,” he gestured widely, the breeze ruffling his ginger tuft and playing through her auburn curls.
“ Why, it’s beautiful here!” she lifted a hand to shade her eyes as she looked around.
“ I thought maybe we could build a little cottage here…” he caught her waist, drawing her and her attention back in.
“ Arthur!” she giggled again unsurely.
“ Molly Prewett,” he sunk to one knee before her enfolding her hands in his, “ Will you marry me?” he asked adjusting his horn rimmed glasses and smiling nervously up at her.
Molly nodded vigorously, unable to speak without sobbing. He grinned in earnest now, rising and taking her face in his hands to kiss her again.
“ What do you think about renaming it the Burrow?” he asked once they’d both calmed down sufficiently.
“ Sounds like home,” she smiled and squeezed his hand just a little tighter.