Save The Last Dance For Me

Chapter 15 - Walk Me Down The Middle

"No."

    "What?" Molly was shocked. "How can you stand there next to that woman and let her steal Harry away from you?"

    "She didn't steal anything! Harry and I haven't been together for a year! And besides that they are my friends. Harry is like a brother to me and I have grown fond of Cissa as well. I will stand in front of them, beside them and behind them, now and in the future! They deserve happiness, both of them. If you try and go after her you are going to have to go through me."

    Arthur Weasley finally stepped from the crowd and stood just in front of his wife. "Molly, what are you doing? That boy has been like a son to us."

    "I know that!" She snapped as she tried to glare over his shoulder at Narcissa. Only for people to close ranks around both she and Harry, effectively blocking her view. "I don't have any intentions of hurting Harry, in fact, step aside, all of you, I only want Narcissa."

    "You have no right." Harry's voice rang out over the crowd, and with a last squeeze of Cissa's hand he pulled away from her and moved through the sea of people towards Molly Weasley. They stepped apart far enough to let him through and then they closed ranks around his fiancée. "You have no right to call her by her first name. She deserves more respect from you than that."

    "But,"

    "No." He didn't want to listen to her excuses. "No, I don't want to hear anything you have to say. You have disrespected the woman I love for too long. I won't stand by and listen to this anymore. She is nothing like her sister, and her ex-husband, and certainly nothing like the image that you have in your mind of her. She is a far better person than that and if you can't see that then you are finished here." He turned to Arthur. "Step aside Mr. Weasley, you have my word that no harm will befall her by my hand."

    Arthur looked at Harry for a second, and then he stepped out of the way. "Harry, please..."

    Harry put a hand on Arthur's shoulder as he passed by him. He had no intentions of letting any harm come to Molly. He was certain that given the chance Cissa would win the duel. He knew first hand that she was an even better fighter than her sister had been, but Molly didn't know that. She had been expecting an easy fight, and Harry wasn't going to put either one of them in harms way.

"Molly, there are many things that I have listened to you about over the years. You and Arthur are the closest things I have to parents, but this is my life and I will not allow you to dictate who I can and cannot love. That is not your place it's not anyone's place." He looked over his shoulder at Cissa, and he failed to see Molly attempt once more to raise her wand.

"Expelliarmus." Molly's wand flew from her and landed in Cissa's outstretched hand. Harry looked behind him and smiled at her before turning back to the woman he had once considered like a mother.

    "Mrs. Weasley, what exactly is your problem with Narcissa?"

    "That woman is evil, and not to mention the fact that she's old enough to be your mother! What the hell are you thinking?"

    "I'm thinking that I love her, and that I intend on spending the rest of my life with her." She started to protest again but he held up his hand to stop her. "Despite whatever you intend on saying next, I am not going to change my mind. In fact," He turned and looked over his shoulder and smiled at her.

    He moved so that he was standing next to her again, he took her hand and gave it a gently squeeze, "I have an idea." When he spoke again a few people gasped but those closest to them only smiled, "McGonagall?"

    "Yes Harry?"

    "Would you do me a favor?"

    She smiled, "I suppose, what would you have me do?"