the_debt_of_time

"Had to be. We had at least two pregnancy scares during our seventh year."
Mia nearly choked on the gasp that was trying to escape her lungs. Her eyes widened
at the news that Arthur so casually let slip out because she was a peer and not the swotty
little witch who would befriend his youngest son in the future. To hear that Arthur and
Molly had pregnancy scares while still in school floored her.
She could remember multiple instances of an older Molly Weasley scolding her sons
for being overly familiar with young witches, threatening to remove Ginny's bedroom door
at the Burrow to stop Harry from slipping into the room, giving dirty looks to Fleur when
her back was turned, not to mention the whole "scarlet woman" incident during her original
fourth year, courtesy of Rita Skeeter's lies.
Mia carefully filed away this bit of new information in the back of her mind should
she ever reunite with Molly and have to face her warpath of self-righteous, conservative
smother-mothering. The woman was a dear, but Mia sorely hoped for a version of Molly
somewhere who kept her judgemental thoughts to herself.
"Sometimes, I think that's why she accepted my proposal so quickly," Arthur
admitted. "Didn't want anyone to be suspicious if we did start having kids a little early.
Weasleys are cursed with fertility."
"You couldn't have abstained?" Mia questioned him with a laugh.
"You should see my wife." Arthur waggled his eyebrows, and Mia immediately saw
Fred and George in his flirtatious features. "She's the most beautiful creature to ever exist.
Couldn't keep away from her if I tried, and why would I ever want to since she's found it
in her charitable heart to lower her standards to my humble bed?"
"You're worse than my boyfriend, Arthur." Mia shook her head, smiling at the man
who came into her office at least once a week to file away his paperwork while going on
and on about the wife he had waiting for him at home. "Molly is a lucky witch."
"A lucky and exhausted witch," he countered with a sigh. "Haven't been out of the
Burrow without a babe attached to breast in... Merlin, what year is it?"
"I've got a friend I could volunteer for babysitting. She might enjoy not being the
only ginger in the room for once." She smirked at the thought of Lily, who had just
yesterday confessed to being bored at Potter Cottage where Tilly would not let her do
anything. "Did you come down to visit, or was there something you needed?"