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A/N: this is going to be something of a dumping ground for all the fics I write about the Weasley family (and there are a lot of those because I love them so). They'll all be interconnected in as much as they'll be canon stories about the Weasley family, but other than that, there won't be any particular rhyme or reason to the order I post them, and they can be read in any order, too. So. Yeah. This should be updated with some frequency (shocker...) at first because I am still transferring all my fics from tumblr onto here (ladyknightley dot tumblr dot com if you're interested), and, as I said, I write about the Weasleys a lot...

Prompt: Ginny and/or Hermione turn to fleur for advice when their relationship(s) head toward the next level

"I mean, I know I should talk to my Mum about this sort of thing, but she's just...I don't know, she's kind of from a different generation."

"They do things differently, non?"

"They do! So just...well, thank you very much for helping me out."

"Pfft, it ees nothing. 'Ere is the potion, it should sort you out for now."

"Oh, thank you. I just had no idea who to turn to—like I said, I didn't want to ask Mum, and Hermione'd just tell Ron and then the rest of my brothers would find out and—Merlin, can you imagine?"

Fleur's response to this was lost in the scraping of a chair, and Bill felt—momentarily—guilty. He didn't mean to listen at doors, but he had to admit to being intrigued: though Fleur and Ginny got on much better now, he was still surprised to find there was something she'd talk to his wife about that she wouldn't share with her brothers or mother.

"Does it often hurt?" Fleur was asking now.

"Yes," came Ginny's response. "Sometimes a lot worse than others, but it always hurts."

Fleur hummed thoughtfully, and Bill pulled away from the closed kitchen door in alarm. It sounded like they were talking about...but no, they couldn't be. Could they?

"And it doesn't bother you that it 'as always been like this?"

"You mean, why haven't I mentioned anything about the pain before? Like I said, I don't really want to ask my Mum about it. And it's not like I think Hermione would tell the whole world, but she and Ron share everything so I think she'd maybe let it slip at some point, by accident... Also, I have mentioned it a little to her before now but she says it doesn't hurt for her, so...well, it's alright for some!"

"Well, I am glad you feel you can ask me for 'elp," Fleur said gently. "I can share with you my...'ow you say...tips and tricks for making it easier, yes?" Bill's eyes narrowed. He was all for Fleur helping out Ginny in a sisterly way, but giving her advice on...that was not something he could support. And they had to be talking about...that, didn't they?

He shuddered. He could barely think the word in relation to Ginny; he was never going to have daughters.

"The thing is, it's been going on for years now," Ginny was saying conversationally.

Bill gaped, literally speechless. He had been planning on murdering Harry, but now it seemed there would be a whole host of boys that would have to be dealt with.Years! She wasn't even seventeen yet!

"'Ave you considered a contraceptive potion?" Fleur inquired. Good on her, Bill found himself thinking, for taking this all so calmly. She was very good, his wife, very calm. She could cope with anything...

"I don't know," Ginny said. "Hermione did mention something about a muggle pill that can help, but..."

"Yes, some of my muggleborn friends at school explained that to me," Fleur said. "The potion works in a similar way, but this pill, I think you 'ave to take every day. The potion you take once a week, but it does the same thing. It is a...'ow to say...birth control method, but it can help in that other way. It eases things, makes them hurt less."

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," Fleur responded at once. "I started it when I was fifteen, and it made things so less painful. It 'elped me so much. I can only recommend it to you."

"I hear what you're saying, I really do," said Ginny. "But I'm just a bit unsure about...well...I'm just not sure I should be taking contraceptives, you know? I just think that at my age—"

"If you are going to be doing that with your boyfriend," Bill said, bursting into the room unable to stand it any longer, "you'd bloody well better make sure you're using contraceptives! You're far too young to be having sex, but if you are, you have to take responsibility. No babies! Not from you!"

Ginny and Fleur both shrieked when he barged in, and Ginny herself began to turn as red as he had ever seen her. "I—I'm not—" she began to stutter, but it was Fleur, looking more furious than she ever had before, who grabbed him by the arm and led him forcefully back into the hallway. She slammed the kitchen door shut, cast a silencio and rounded on him before he had a chance to speak.

"You are unbelievable!" she said, and he physically backed away from her. "Your sister, she came to me because she is 'aving the problems with 'er...'ow you say...lady cycles, and she wanted me to 'elp! And you know, this ees the first time she opens up to me like this, and you barge in and embarrass 'er like that! 'Ow did you even know of what we were talking?! Did you listen at the door?"

Bill muttered something incomprehensible.

"You did! Oh, you are terrible! Your poor sister, she 'as things bad enough, and then you embarrass 'er and make assumptions, and you—oh! You are terrible!" She jabbed him in the chest with her finger, still fiercely glaring, and Bill held his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just—I know it's wrong, but I panicked, sort of. I heard her talking about pain, and it going on for years and I just thought... And then you started talking about contraceptives, and—"

"Any fool knows that contraceptive potions can 'elp a woman who suffers in that way," Fleur scoffed. "She cannot come to you or any of 'er other brothers to ask for 'elp because you either do nott know or you would laugh at 'er and 'urt 'er. You should not 'ave been listening at doors to private conversations, but if you must, then you must not jump to these conclusions. Any woman would 'ave known inseconds what it ees we are on about!"

"I know, I know, you're completely right," Bill said, deciding very quickly that complete agreement was the best form of defense. "But when I made that mistake—when I thought she was talking about sex, and you know she's just got together with Harry—well...imagine if it was Gabrielle!"

Fleur's eyes narrowed. "It would not be Gabrielle at this age because she eestwelve! But if she was older, and she was asking for advice on that matter, I would 'elp 'er, too! And before you say anything—you were the same age as Ginny when you first started sleeping with women."

"Yes, but it's diff—"

"Don't you dare say it's different for girls because I was the same age too, and you knew that when you married me. What your sister does ees 'er business—well, Harry's too, if she ees doing it with him. You do not get to say anything. Now," Fleur said, drawing herself up, "you must apologise."

"I'm so very sorry," he began.

"Not to me, you fool! To Ginny!" Fleur exclaimed. "And if you dare make 'er feel embarrassed or ashamed about 'er...womanly problems, you will be sleeping on the sofa from 'ere to eternity, you understand?!"

"Yes, Fleur, I understand," he said meekly, opening the kitchen door. "Ginny?"

His sister looked up at him, suddenly seeming much younger than sixteen.

"Ginny, I'm really sorry for barging in on your private discussion like that," he said. "I know it must be difficult, your...uh...I mean, your...ah..."

"Painful periods?" Ginny asked, smiling sweetly. He heard Fleur snort, and winced

"Yes, that. But I'm glad you have someone to advise you on these matters," he said, then realised he had turned into Percy. Ginny was smirking. "Look, I'm sorry for making those kind of assumptions. I'm just glad that you have Fleur to help out with those sorts of things. And I'm sorry you have to go through it. It can't be fun."

"It isn't," Ginny said. "Apology accepted, though." He smiled, relieved. "But, what did you think we were talking about?" she asked, blinking.

"Oh, come on, Gin," he said. She did the innocent angel face she could pull off so well (surprisingly), and Fleur poked him. "Ow! I just thought that the two of you were talking about...you know...well, you know!" He had no idea why it was suddenly so hard for him to say the word 'sex', but it was.

Ginny shrugged and blinked again, and he felt like he'd achieved something in not shaking her. Growing up the youngest, and the only girl, she'd become truly excellent at making her brothers feel uncomfortable...

"I just thought that you were talking to Fleur about contraceptives because you and Harry are...taking your relationship to the next level," he said, as first Ginny, then Fleur began to giggle. "However," he continued, trying to maintain the most dignified tone possible, "I am very glad you feel you are able to talk to Fleur about these sorts of issues, when such events do end up occurring. And I am sorry that I insinuated they are occurring now."

"I'm so glad you feel this way," Ginny said, mimicking his Percy-esque tone. "It is very good to know I have your full support. Because they are occurring now!"

It took him a moment, but then he closed his eyes in horror—entirely missing the wink Ginny gave Fleur.