This is another polishing of an old story from almost a year ago. The story is the same. A couple small grammar fixes and a lot of fixing of dialogue, which I've learned a lot about since I started. Thanks for R&R.

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Chapter 1 – Arthur's problem

Arthur Weasley woke up early. He had not slept well. Actually, he hadn't slept well in weeks. As he woke, he became aware of a stiffness between his legs. 'dammit, I'm not a teenage boy anymore' he thought to himself. He looked over at his wife's side of the bed, but Molly was already up. From the smells wafting in, she had breakfast well on the way. Arthur wished Molly was back in the bed with him, but then he remembered that she wouldn't help him with his problem anyway. With one last sigh, Arthur got up, put on his dressing robe, and headed for the bathroom.

Arthur reached the bathroom and was relieved to find that no one else was up yet. With so many of the kids home in preparation for Bill and Fleur's wedding, it was often difficult to negotiate time for everyone in the Burrow's single bathroom. Arthur quickly locked the door behind himself and then started running the shower. He took a leak while waiting for the shower and then entered the over-warm stream of water. Almost immediately, he grabbed hold of his cock and started jerking off. Within minutes, he shot a fair load against the shower wall and groaned. 'that's better' Arthur thought to himself, quickly followed by the thought of 'but still not near as good as Molly'. Thinking about his wife, Arthur became angry. If she wasn't so damned stubborn and traditional he wouldn't be stuck in his shower behaving like a frustrated teenager instead of a man who, until recently, had been happily married for nearly thirty years and had seven children. As Arthur began washing, he thought back to the day almost three years ago when Molly and her damned traditions had started to wreak havoc on their marriage.

The day after Ginny's thirteenth birthday dawned to cloudy skies that made the day feel like one of the deflated balloons that littered the Weasley garden. The day before all the Weasleys had celebrated with a large party that included a number of friends dropping by well into the evening. Everyone eventually settled down and went to bed much later than usual. Arthur still had to work the next day, so he was up early the next morning while the rest of the house was still quiet. Molly was also awake and had a simple breakfast ready for him before he left. As he ate, she sat down across the table and stared at her husband.

"Arthur, we need to talk"

'Uh oh' Arthur thought to himself before his wife continued.

"Now that Ginny is thirteen, we need to discuss pure blood tradition and your fatherly duties in regards to educating our daughter. First.."

But Molly got no further, as Arthur cut her off.

"Molly I can't believe you are even considering that outdated, ludicrous and sick tradition that your family practiced. My family is just as pureblood as yours and we never would condone even the thought of that."

Arthur's face turned bright red as he tried to stop spitting toast in response to his wife. Unfortunately, Molly was not to be put off.

"Arthur, now you know I adore your family, but they certainly cannot be held up as the finest examples of wizard tradition…now stop sputtering and let me finish…a responsible pureblood father has the responsibility of introducing his daughter to the joys of sex. If a daughter is not trained up properly and at the right age, then hormones may take hold and she will not be ready for the consequences. She will let some young hormone driven boy take her the first time, causing a great deal of pain and misunderstanding. Ginny deserves better. She needs to be taught about loving slowly and gently by an older, experienced man who loves her. The best person to introduce a young pureblood witch to the joys of intimacy is her father. At least the past five generations of women in my family have received this joyous instruction. Ginny just turned thirteen, now is the time Arthur, you must realize this."

As Molly finished her speech, her husband just stared at her.

"NO WAY. The tradition breaks here. I will not."

Then he got up from the table, went to the fire and floo'd to work.

Molly desisted for a while and then Ginny went back to Hogwarts and Arthur had several months in which he did not have to think about his wife's insane idea. Then Christmas break arrived and Ginny came home. While home, she talked about all her friends, including several young men. Each of these comments caused Molly to purse her lips and look in Arthur's direction. Molly cornered him a couple of times during the break and once again insisted that he needed to consider his fatherly duties. Eventually it was time for school to start again and Arthur again gained a reprieve, but the pattern would continue. From that time on, each school break and summer that saw Ginny arrive home would also bring a confrontation between husband and wife.

Then, after Ginny's fifth year at Hogwarts, she returned home with a broken heart. She had been dating Harry Potter, but then he had broken it off after the tragic circumstances at the school and Dumbledore's death. The Ginny who returned to the Burrow for the summer was despondent. She attempted to help with wedding details, but her heart wasn't in it. A week after she arrived home, Molly decided to question her daughter while they sat at the kitchen table working on wedding favors. Molly took a deep breath before breaking the silence of the room.

"Ginny honey, I know you have been down and I understand why, but you and Harry didn't actually date that long. You couldn't have been that serious."

Ginny looked up at her mother, shocked and angry.

"Mum, you know I've loved him since I was nine. Just because we only started dating a couple months ago does not mean the relationship was shallow."

Molly looked at the tears in her daughter's eyes and worried even more. She certainly hoped she was wrong, but she needed to make sure. She needed to get more information out of Ginny.

"Well dear, I understand, but sometimes at your age you just let a relationship get out of hand too soon. I certainly hope that isn't what happened and I hope that's not why you are this upset."

Ginny gasped, jumped out of her chair and yelled.

"What the hell are you getting at, are you trying to find out how far Harry and I went? That is not your business! And I would hope that you would think better of me."

With that, Ginny flew out of the kitchen and went to her room. Molly didn't like seeing Ginny upset, but at least she thought she had her answer. It seemed that Ginny still needed her instructions and Arthur really needed to get it done soon.

That evening as they went to bed, Molly decided it was time to force Arthur to do what needed to be done. As Arthur sat in bed reading a muggle car magazine, she walked into the room, zapped it out of his hand, and delivered her ultimatum.

"Arthur Weasley, I have been trying for years to make you see the necessity of fulfilling your fatherly duties with Ginny. Now it is almost too late. She will be sixteen this summer and has already had several boyfriends. You have waited too long and I just don't understand why. I now think that I will have to make it your desire to pursue Ginny's instruction. So, until you complete your duties, you will find no more fulfillment from me."

Arthur gasped.

"You cannot honestly expect me to rape my own daughter. I WILL NOT do it."

"No, I do not expect you to rape our daughter. I expect you to instruct her on the joys of lovemaking. Now, if you want any more loving from me, you had better see to it that you get this done."

With that said, Molly waved the light off and crawled into bed with her back turned to her husband.

That fateful night was now over a month passed as Arthur stood in the shower, taking care of himself. He still hadn't even talked to Ginny about the tradition and now the house was too full to get her alone. She also now shared a room with Hermione. Harry had arrived a few days ago and was staying in Ron's room, and Bill and Charlie were in the twins' room. There was absolutely no way he would be able to 'fulfill his fatherly duties' as Molly wished. Last night he had tried to break her down with every bit of touch and foreplay that usually turned her on, but she remained stiff against him and he was beyond frustrated. Arthur did not father seven children by having a passive sexual drive. He hadn't gone a month without sex since he was seventeen and the stress was taking its toll. Just when he didn't think there was any way the crowded house would allow him a chance, Molly hatched a plan. Tonight the entire family and guests were going to Aunt Muriel's for supper and to pick up the tiara that Fleur would wear in the wedding. The only person who wouldn't attend for security reasons was Harry, who would stay at the Burrow alone. Harry didn't mind, he would probably hang out in Ron's room as usual. Molly's plan entailed slipping a small bit of potion in a drink for Ginny that would make her immediately ill. Arthur would then agree to stay home with her and Harry and would have the time to do what he must.

As Arthur stepped out of the shower and began mentally reviewing Molly's plan, he had to admit it was good. Of course, she was one of the brightest witches in her class. Then, as he finished drying, another idea came to him. Arthur thought he had a way to turn Molly's plan upside down and eliminate the need for his 'fatherly duties'. He wasn't too happy with his idea, but it was much better than the alternative. With his mind made up, he dressed quickly and went downstairs to breakfast.