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The first time Harry Potter had met Mrs. Weasley was when he was 11, where she had kindly shown him how to get onto the Platform 9 3/4. He was amazed by her kindness, not used to getting much from his relatives.

Immediately he realized that this lady was one he wanted to get to as close as possible to. Harry was drawn in by the way that she had sternly, yet caring, told her boys to be careful at school, and how the nice lady had quietly assured her youngest that she'll be able to go eventually.

This was very different from what Harry had grew around; yelled out commands, occasional punches, and the overbearing presence of someone glaring at his back.

The second time Harry had met Mrs. Weasley, was to a warm hug and a big breakfast made just for him. It was strange, yet familiar, how she had kindly told him to sit down as she finished up with the food. Staring up into her friendly eyes, he smiled.

Over the years Harry and Mrs. Wease— Sorry Molly had grown closer. She would always have her arms open for a big Weasley hug, and in return Harry'd always have some interesting fact that he had learnt during their separation.

But... Harry always felt like something was missing. He felt a little envious whenever he saw Molly and Arthur kiss, wishing that it was him that she loved. He was confused with these feelings that he was experiencing, and even more so when he found that they were akin to the ones towards Cho.

Harry would usually go ask Molly for help on this situation, but a voice in the back of his head told him no. That these feelings were inappropriate, and that they'll eventually go away.

So he stayed quiet.

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The first time Molly Weasley had met Harry, was when he was a young confused boy looking for his way. He looked so lonely and lost that she couldn't have done anything other than help him.

She had kindly directed him the right way, bid him farewell, and...

Hoped to see him sometime in the future. But the likely hood of her seeing him again was low.

So you can imagine her surprise when she got a letter from her youngest son talking about this boy he became friends with. A bright eyed boy who had the darkest hair possible and eyes greener than emeralds.

The second time Molly had met Harry, she couldn't contain herself and gave him the biggest hug possible. Pushing all of her love into the action and even more love into the breakfast she made for him.

Her love for him grew and grew over the years. It grew to innumerable heights, surpassing her love for her husband even. Molly found herself unconsciously smiling when she heard about how the new plants Harry had saw in class, or the charm that he had read about.

Slowly... she felt like her love towards Arthur lessened. It was still there but it was far surpassed for her love for Harry. And it was definitely love. Full on heart racing love, nothing like her love for her children.

But Molly couldn't tell Harry anything.

So she stayed quiet.

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Harry laughed as George showed off his newest trick to his godson. Teddy had just recently turned 3 years old, and loved to show off his new ability to say "More!". Little baby Victorie looked at Teddy in awe, amazed as his hair turns from purple to bright yellow.

Harry's boisterous laughs slowed down to chuckles. Glancing around the room he notices that Molly wasn't in the room. Excusing himself, he leaves the room planning on finding her.

First he looked in the kitchen, expecting to see her in there. Instead all he finds is Ginny cleaning up from the family's usual Sunday dinner. "Hey, uh Gin?" He tentatively calls out. Things were still a bit sore between the two after Harry had ended their relationship.

"Oh... hey Harry, what's up?" She faintly smiles, though Harry can still see the slight hurt. "Do you know where Molly is? I haven't seen her in a while." Harry asked.

Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "I think I heard her go outside a couple minutes ago, maybe she's still out there?" Nodding, Harry thanked her and headed towards the back door.

There he found the most unusual sight. Molly stood in the middle of the garden holding a lit cigarette between her lips. His eyes watched as she removed it to slowly blew the smoke out. He was entranced by her beauty, and would probably have continued watching if he didn't feel a gaze in return.

Harry looked into Molly's eyes and smiled. "Hey, Molly." He moved towards where she was standing. Molly gave him a side eyed glance, before turning towards him fully. She started to smile but quickly turned into a frown as she saw the look on Harry's face. "Harry... what's wrong?"

Harry didn't know what to say. It's not like he could explain that he was feeling depressed over the fact that he'll never be truly happy. How he could never confess how he truly felt because society says otherwise.

Bloody hell. He just had to come out about it or he'll regret for his hole life.

"I... I have something to confess to you about..." He looked down suddenly very interested in his old trainers. Where'd this sudden shyness come from? Merlin he's faced Voldemort before! Why is this making him so nervous?

Come on, Harry. Spit it out!

"Uhm, Molly... I-... I know that this may stay strange or nasty to you, but I just wanted you to know that... to know that I... really like you." He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at the questioning look in her eyes. "I mean... as in I really, really like you. Like... how I would like a girlfriend..."

Realization bloomed in her eyes, so Harry quickly turned to move away before the look of disgust replaced it. Hastily he started talking again. "Sorry, anyways I j-just wanted you to know." Damn, his bad habit of stuttering (developed back with the Dursley's) is back at the worst of times.

Just as he was about to start back at the house, a hand grabbed his wrist and spun him around. Right into Molly's welcoming arms.

"Mo-Molly?" He stuttered out. She pulled back to look at him before smiling. "I understand how you feel, Harry." Molly had spoken kindly to him. "And I return these feelings as well... but I'm sorry, Harry."

The older woman gently squeezed his shoulders. "I love you so much. So much more than you could ever imagine."

Harry's heart felt like it was being held tightly, suffocating him in emotions.

He watched motionless as Molly slowly moved forward giving him plenty of time to object as she leans in to softly kiss him. It was very brief but as lovingly as possible.

Harry watched as she moved away, making a shushing motion. "Now, that can't happen again, okay, Harry? Just know that I will always love you, alright?"

Molly moved towards the house smiling softly, happy that she got to at least do that once.

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