Saturdays at the Burrow

Title- One: Whipped
Author- thaiMIPride
Fandom/Pairings- Harry Potter/Canon
Rating- K+
Summary- The first in a collection of post-DH oneshots revolving around the members of our favourite Weasley clan. Settings will vary between the Burrow and Hogwarts.
Notes- It has been ages since I've posted anything on Fanfiction, but now that I've graduated there seems to be no better time than this to get back into the swing of things, especially now that I've caught HP fever again. :)
Disclaimer- The epicness of the cast of amazing characters and the entire Harry Potter world will always belong to the incredible, ingenious JK Rowling.

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One: WHIPPED

"Teddy!" Victoire ran after the boy, as quickly as her little legs would allow her to. "Teddy, Teddy! Wait for me!"

Teddy stopped running and turned to look at her, a frown creasing his forehead, partially obscured by his preferred bright turquoise hair. "Stop following me, Vicky! I don't want to play anymore!"

"Please, Teddy?" Victoire stumbled to a stop right in front of him and looked imploringly up at him with wide blue eyes. "Pleeease? Grandpère got me a new tea set and—"

"No, no, no!" Teddy shook his head frantically. "No more tea!"

Victoire pouted at him, making no attempt to hide her disappointment. The little five-year-old girl heaved a dramatic sigh. "Pleeease, play with me?"

Teddy considered her, still frowning. He'd really rather go into the woods and play on his own, but that might upset Vicky and she'd cry again. He didn't like making her cry.

As though she could read his mind, Victoire's lower lip began to tremble and her big eyes began to tear.

"Aww, Vicky!" Teddy groaned. "Don't start again!"

"You don't want to play with me anymore," she sniffled. "You don't like me anymore." A little tear ran down her round cheek.

"Ahh, no…" Teddy echoed Victoire's heavy sigh. "Don't be silly, Vicky. Of course I still like you."

She looked sadly up at him. "Then why don't you want to play with me?"

The seven-year-old decided to side-step the tricky question. "All right, let's go play something then, if that's what makes you happy," he told her quickly. "But no tea, okay? We'll go play on our broomsticks instead!"

A bright smile instantly lit up on Victoire's face at these words. Fear that her Teddy had stopped liking her vanished in a split second. "Okay!"

Teddy took the little girl's hand and together they ran back around the house towards the Burrow's old broom shed.

Harry, Ron, George and Bill watched the two children from the garden.

"Vicky's got him wrapped right tight round her little finger," said Ron, halfway between indignation and amusement. "He'll do anything she wants him to do, poor little bloke. And she isn't even trying."

"You ought to teach Teddy how to be more of a man," George said to Harry with a grin. "Teach him to say no to a girl once in a while."

"Hmm…" Harry murmured noncommittally. In truth, his godson's situation felt unnervingly familiar. Vague images of Ginny, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Fleur and Angelina floated about his brain when he thought about it, but he just couldn't pin it down.

"Vicky's her mother's daughter, all right," added Bill, an eye still on his daughter's little strawberry-golden head as she and Teddy looked around for their toy broomsticks. "Got the boy whipped before he knows what's hit him."

There was a short silence between the four men, broken when Ron said suddenly, "Where's Dad gone to?"

"I think he's in the kitchen helping Mum," said Bill, shading his eyes with one hand to peer back at the house.

"We should probably get a move on with the de-gnoming, by the way," Harry told Bill. "Ginny said Fleur wanted it done before dinner."

"Right." Bill grimaced and cracked his knuckles. "You two going to help us, then?"

"Can't," said George, getting up from his seat on the low garden wall. "I promised Angelina I'd look after the tots until dinner. We can't leave Fred alone for a second now that he's climbing things. Somehow he got himself up onto the fireplace mantle last night—nearly gave us a heart attack. And Roxanne's almost as bad now that she's starting to crawl." He glanced at Bill. "Might as well look after Dominique for you, too, mate, while I'm in there."

"What about Molly?" asked Bill.

"Percy's got her—and he's looking after Ginny," said George, and smirked. "I don't know who's giving him more trouble, his two-year-old daughter or our pregnant sister."

"I'd put my money on the pregnant woman with a wand and brilliant Bat-Bogey Hex," muttered Harry. Ginny's brothers looked around at him and smirked.

"Having trouble keeping up with the wife's mood swings, are we?" asked George knowingly.

"Not at all," said Harry, trying to remember when he'd last had more than three hours of sleep in one go.

"Well, you all have fun working, brothers," grinned Ron, pushing himself off of the wall and starting to saunter back to the house. "I'll just be—"

"Ron?" Hermione called, appearing suddenly from behind the chicken coop, arms laden with a huge bundle of table cloths.

"Oh, hello," said Ron, jerking to a complete stop to face his wife.

"I need you to move all of the dining tables out into the garden for me," she told him. "And we need to get the lanterns set up before it starts getting dark. Is that all right?"

"Yeah, of course!" he said quickly. "I'll go do that now—here let me take that for you—"

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A/N: Well, that was fun. :) Keep posted and please review!