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[Prompt One]
.~*~.KNICKERS.~*~.
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_-_-_Warnings: None_-_-_
Bill carefully separated his children's laundry into sections. Whites, colored, jeans, and delicates. Fleur always did the laundry muggle-style, and they even had a non-magical washing machine and dryer in their basement.
Fleur had left France for two weeks to support Gabrielle during her C-section, and was coming home in about half an hour. Bill didn't want Fleur to come home with so much work left to do, so he decided to help out and wash and fold the laundry. Bill was left in charge of 19-year-old Victoire (though she could more than take care of herself, Dom and Lou, Bill still liked thinking of her as his little girl), 14-year-old Dominique, and soon to be 13-year-old Louis.
Bill did all of the laundry except for the delicates, his least favorite part. The last time he had done laundry was when Victoire was only twelve. He felt uncomfortable sorting his daughters' 'lingerie.' First, he did his own and Louis' laundry so the boys would be done first. Warily, he turned to work on Dominique and Vic's.
He folded some plain cotton knickers, and relaxed in the fact that his daughters weren't wearing anything scandalous, especially Victoire. But wait- what was that?
Bill lifted a of lacy red thong out of the pile with his forefinger. His anger was slowly bubbling to the top.
"VICTOIRE! DOMINIQUE!" He stormed upstairs with the knickers and another scrap of blue lace in his hand.
Vic and Dom were sitting at the kitchen table with Louis, all three of them looking over a photo album. They looked up in surprise at the intrusion.
"What's up, Dad?" Dominique, ever the brave one, spoke up first.
"Whose. Are. These," He said, his face getting redder and redder.
Victoire blushed crimson and Dominique and Louis examined the undergarments in his hands and both started snickering under their breath.
"They're mine," Victoire mumbled.
"ARE YOU DOING THIS FOR TEDDY? Are you two having sex? YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!" He yelled.
"Dad!" Victoire stood up, clearly embarrassed, "It's none of your business if we're having sex or not! And I bought them because I like them!"
"You are NOT buying these knickers or anything that has less material than the width of my hands!" Bill yelled.
"I'm nineteen years old, dad! You can't tell me what to do! And I've been dating Teddy for two years! Besides, mum bought them with me as a coming of age present! Don't tell me mum didn't wear thongs and lace when she was nineteen!"
"Well- That's-that's completely besides the point," Bill said at a much more normal decibel, stuttering and taken aback.
Just then, the fireplace flared with green fire and their Floo network activated. Fleur stepped through the Floo, looking not as if she'd gone through a sooty chimney, but rather, perfect as usual. Her silvery blonde hair glowed incandescently, and not a hair was out of place. Her clothes were still crisp and ironed and clean. Bill shot a look at Victoire, but she instead went up to her mum indignantly.
"Mum, Dad was doing the laundry and he found two of those knickers we bought at Super Siren's and he's completely freaked! Do something! Tell him that he can't tell me not to buy them anymore!"
"Bill. Eez what Victoire saying true?" She looked at him sternly, and he nodded sheepishly, feeling instead like the roles were being reversed, him being punished and Victoire looking on.
"Victoire eez a big girl now, and you cannot control 'er. Eet eez exactly 'ow Vic expected you to act. Behave yourself. Am I making myself clear?"
"Sorry, darling," he said, now finding the situation just the slightest bit amusing. Dom and Lou seemed to agree with him, for they were clutching each other, laughing silently and hysterically, rolling around behind Fleur.
"Not to me, to Vicky," she sighed.
"I'm sorry for overreacting, sweetheart," Bill said.
"You are forgiven," Victoire said, a bemused smile growing on her face.
"Now. Bill, come with me. How were zee two weeks I was gone? Did you finish everything I asked you to do?" Fleur asked, pulling Bill along with her upstairs into their bedroom.
Victoire, Dominique, and Louis were left in the kitchen.
"So," Dominique said, breaking the silence, "did you really buy them 'cause you liked them, or was it too impress Teddy?" She asked, and Louis mimicked gagging.
"Dom!" Victoire blushed, "It's none of your business."
Louis grabbed the knickers lying on the kitchen table and started running maniacally with them.
"LOUIS WEASLEY! GIVE THEM BACK!" Victoire screamed. Louis ran outside to the sunny backyard and tossed them to Dominique, but once she caught it, she fell to the ground giggling. Louis and Victoire collapsed next to her, laughing and clutching their stomachs.
"Do that again, Lou, and I swear I will tell mum who you like," Victoire said giggling.
Louis sat up. "You wouldn't," he said in horror.
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Author's Note: So, basically, this is my new project that I will be working on for the indefinite future, unless I think of something else. It's going to be a collection of one-shots based on the Weasley family in general. I'd probably do a lot of those family, romance, and humor related stories.
Also, if anyone has any suggestions for my next one-shots, please leave it in a review! I would love to hear your thoughts, and reviews make me happy:)
So, until next time!
~drenched-in-sunshine [previously Sophia Pitt]
