Mrs Weasley has a lot of kids, and they all seem to have a problem. When it come to advice, who better to go to then Mum?

The title may not make sense at this point but I hope you enjoy it.

First up is Bill, the problem he needs help with is obvious... Fleur Delacour!

Disclaimer: None of the amazing Weasley family belong to me, nor does the world they live in, as much as I wish it did... sigh

Molly Weasley was glaring out of the window at the spot where Fleur had just disapperated to one of her few shifts at Gringotts without Bill.

"Mum?" The voice of the son in question made her jump. She hadn't realised he'd been in the room.

"We need to talk." He stated, sitting down at the small table.

"I'm listening." She carried on with her dishwashing, feeling the need to supervise as she reached a particularly grimy pot.

"No mum, you really do need to listen, with eye contact for a start." Molly set down her wand and sat opposite her son. She wasn't going to begrudge him for interrupting her. The time she spent with each of her sons lessened as they grew. Each moment was precious.

"Yes honey,"

"You need to stop judging her." Molly froze. Oh no she thought. She liked talks with her sons, but this wasn't a subject she felt like discussing. She was really still hoping it would all blow over.

"Judging who dear?" She feigned innocence.

"Fleur Delacour," He attempted eye contact, a hard thing to do as Molly was trying to look anywhere but him.

"Oh," she said lamely "That,"

"Yes mum, 'that'. You've hardly given her a chance. All of this is really hurting her feelings." Molly still wouldn't look at him. The problem was she'd met girls like Fleur before, devastatingly pretty, charming, and brimming with self assurance. These were not the sort of girls her boy would be able to fall in love peacefully with. These were the sort of girls that would play with his heart for a bit and leave him shattered on the rocks; the sort of girls that sparked every motherly need to get her boy out of there, and fast.

"Mum, I'm trying to talk to you." He was plainly exasperated with her lack of response.

"Bill," Her tone was suddenly pleading, the same one that never failed to make him feel guilty. "I'm only thinking of you. I just don't know about her. She's so – so, well, she's very – I'm not sure she's the one for you honey."

Bill leaned back in his chair and tugged at his earring. It was a habit he'd developed when he was annoyed and trying not to show it.

"How would you know what she's like Mum? When have you taken the chance to get to know her?"

"I don't need to Bill, I know girls like her, and I know you. I can see it won't-"

"Work? You've put her in a box mum! She's not like every stereotypical beautiful blonde! Can't you just look at her- the real her – rather then what you first saw?"

"I have tried Bill."

"Not hard enough! She's not some blonde shell of a human being. She's – she's – beyond all that. If you only knew!" He stood up and paced to the window, staring at the spot where she'd vanished just as Molly had before. His mother watched him sadly.

"Oh Bill," It seemed to be confirmed to her in that moment. He was in love. No matter when she left him, he would be shattered. Some day soon, maybe within the year, he would be back here again. Crying this time, inconsolable, asking why, it would do her no good to be able to say "I told you so."

Molly stood up too, tugging gently at her son's ponytail.

"I understand Bill," She whispered. He turned and saw the incredible sadness in her eye, the never covered instinct in her to protect. He sighed and broke away.

"No Mum, you don't. I have to go my own way sometime. You have to understand this. Fleur is my way. That's where I'm heading. You need to accept that. She's not leaving anytime soon.

"But she might be leaving..." Molly began, catching onto that part.

"No Mum!" He sighed, tugged at his earring again and turned to the window.

"I need some time alone." He said, and he had gone before she could say anything to stop him.

More coming very soon, I hope. Review please, I welcome all feedback.