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theharrywatson221b:
As their main courses are set on the table with an acknowledging nod from Harry, followed by a smile, she lets her elbows rest on the table, fingers interlacing, chin resting on said makeshift finger-web. “You’re very welcome, and while I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. So don’t worry about it, and eat.”
Harry had a feeling she might have nudged Molly a little bit too far out of her comfort zone, noting the sudden aura of shyness that Molly was emanating. Deciding to tone down a little bit and steer any conversation topics towards what Molly was familiar with, she starts on dinner, making a mental note to ask that very important question, the question that you’ve been delaying for the past week, Harry you absolute moron, by the time the night was over.
It didn’t take long for Molly to find herself relaxing and as they talked she even found herself throwing out a joke or two. Harry had no doubt noticed how nervous Molly had become and well had switched the conversation topic. Harry had this air about her that just seemed to draw people in and make then forget about themselves. Molly took another sip of wine and smiled at Harry.
“This place is simply great as if the food, and well all of this. I know you must be getting annoyed with my constant thank you’s but well it’s deserved.” she ended with a light laugh.
“Aww,” Harry turns to face Molly as she foots the bill, “glad you enjoyed the food. Hopefully the company wasn’t dull in comparison.” While she laughs it off, she sincerely hopes that she hadn’t been boring company, knowing how dull she can get sometimes.
“Let’s go - I’ll walk you back to your flat, just to make sure you get home safe,” Harry notes the jacket still around Molly’s shoulders, and can’t help but crack a smile. A brown leather jacket paired with a white sundress. The combination was odd, but Molly still looked adorable.
“I’ll probably text you when I can,” she stuffs her hands into her pockets as they walk back down the almost-monochrome street, “just to ask when you’d be free for another interview. And hopefully this time I wouldn’t forget the most important bit of equipment.” She can’t help but laugh; her carelessness led to the first dinner in a long while, and she regretted nothing.
As Molly’s home appears, Harry knows it’s now or never. She’d delayed the question for quite a while now, and she had the entire dinner to ask, but now…now the idea of getting turned down was just frightening. Just ask.
“And here we are.”
Ask. Just do it.
She digs her hands further into her pocket. Ask, dammit, before you drop the possibility altogether. Molly returns her jacket to her, and somehow Molly’s light but sweet perfume acts like alcohol; gives her the false courage she knows she doesn’t have to ask what she’d delayed for so long.
“I’d like to see you again. Outside of work. Non-professionally,” she blurts out, hands wringing into the jacket, unseen, “and I think you should know that I’m interested in you. Romantically. And…would you consider it?”
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