Nick stood outside Molly’s hotel room, having decided to check on her and see how her date with Arthur had gone the night before. He hoped things had continued to go well, he hated seeing her cry over that man, something she’d done numerous times over the past month. She also called him ‘Arthur’ after making love to him, and he could tell she truly missed her husband. He didn’t blame her; Arthur seemed like a wonderful man for her when things were running smoothly. He knocked on the door, patiently waiting to gain admittance.
Molly groaned tiredly as she rolled out of bed at the sound of a knock on the door, wondering who it was. It certainly wasn’t Arthur, as he never came crawling back without at least some sort of motivation, and she hadn’t given him any reason to. She stumbled to the door and opened it, surprised to see Nick standing there. “Morning, didn’t expect to see you this early,” she said, moving aside to allow him to enter.
Nick offered her a smile, bending down to kiss her forehead, noticing she wasn’t wearing pajamas. “I decided I’d stop by and see how things went last night with Arthur. I know you were excited.”
Molly returned his smile with a glum one of her own, feeling fresh tears sting the backs of her eyes. Obviously, it hadn’t been enough that she had cried herself to sleep the night before, as the mere mention of Arthur brought a fresh stab of pain to her chest. “The key word in that last sentence is ‘was’ excited, Nick. It was one of the worst evenings I’ve had, and he completely ruined my birthday and any hope I had.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, if you want to talk about it, I’ll stay.” He said, closing the door and pulling her into an embrace. She was his friend first and his mistress second, and he knew how much pain she was in. He would be hurting too if the one person he loved more than anything was doing the things to him that Arthur was doing to Molly.
“Thank you, I do need an ear, and a hug.” She replied, slipping her arms around him and squeezing him tight. It was nice to know that Nick, John and her other candy striping friends were behind her in the matter, she couldn’t carry on alone anymore. She led the way to the loveseat in her sitting area and sat down, resting her head on his shoulder. “Did you read last night’s edition of the Prophet?” She asked, not quite sure if she wanted a yes or a no to that question.
“No, they made me work a double shift, and was actually on my way home when I decided to stop by and see how things were going with you. Why, what’s in the Prophet?” He inquired, wondering if that was part of the reason why he saw tears in her eyes and why she was still in what could possibly be the clothes she had worn to her date the night before.
Molly sighed, resting her forehead against his shoulder before she answered. “Arthur found out about us, and used my diary against me.”
“What do you mean he used your diary against you?” Nick asked, wondering what she was getting at.
“My diary is enchanted so I can read what he writes in his, and he can read what I write as well, and after our first date, I wrote a whole lot about you, and what we did, and well…” she said, trailing off slightly. “He fed information to Rita Skeeter and she wrote an article.” She got up and retrieved her copy of the Prophet from her desk, which was still rolled up as she had read the article at the restaurant the night before. “Here, it made the front page.”
Nick read the article quietly; astounded that Rita had managed to find them in places they thought had been private. “I’m sorry, Molly. This article does make you look bad, and I’m half inclined to go find him and break his neck, he has no business saying those things about you, or me for that matter.” Nick said, tossing the paper to the side table.
“Please don’t, I’ve got to go to the funeral next week, he’ll give me hell if you do that.” She said frightfully, squeezing his hand. “It’s bad enough that he’s dragged you into it, and that you’re going to be fired first thing tomorrow—”
“Who said anything about me being sacked? I’ve got a fine reputation with my superiors, and they’re not going to sack me over a Rita Skeeter article, there’s hardly a grain of truth in it. You and I both know you didn’t leave him for me, and even if the article makes it sound like we’ve been screwing in a supply room, we haven’t. Everything will be fine, I promise.”
Molly nodded, satisfied with his answer, and cuddled a bit closer. “Nick, I can’t tell you how much I want him back. I know it sounds crazy, but I do.” She whispered, burying her face against his neck.
“Hey now, its not crazy. You love him, and I know you’re sick of living here; I can hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes. You’d do anything to have him back, he just keeps making things more difficult and continues to throw up roadblocks, I understand.”
“I would, and I think I’ve reached the point I’ve got to put my scheming genes to use.”
“Yes, I’ve raised seven good schemers and I’m the sibling of two schemers, therefore, I’ve got scheming genes, and its time to use them against my husband.” She stated matter-of-factly, offering him a smile.
“If you say so, but first, mind telling me what happened last night?”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “He picked me up at 7:30, we went to the new restaurant in Hogsmeade, we chatted for a little bit, he brought up the article, we got into a fight, I left the restaurant crying, as he had humiliated me in front of the entire restaurant, and in front of the entire Wizarding population. End of story. Can we go for a walk?”
“Sure. I’m sorry he put you through all of that, Molly.” He replied, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “You know that you’ve got me and everyone else up at the hospital behind you. We all know you want him back.”
“Thank you Nick.” She said standing. “Give me a minute to change, and we can go.”