A/N:

So, this is gonna be a series of one-shots on how each Weasley boy deals with having their eldest daughter start dating, starting with Bill, (Skipping Charlie, cause apparently he doesn't get married, cause he's too i love with those blasted dragons or something...) and going all the way down to our Ickle Ronniekins:) Read and Review?

Bill watched Fleur brush her long blond hair from their bed with a slight frown on his scarred face, his brown eyes deep in thought as he seemed to look past his wife, and out the window at shell cottage, his mind clearly somewhere else entirely.

Fleur glanced down at him with her sharp blue eyes, running her brush through her golden hair one last time before she set it down on her vanity, asking softly, watching her husband in the mirror, "Bill, what's wrong?" She only had a slight French accent now, because now she found herself in England more than France, due to family and work.

His eyes shot to her face as soon as she said his name, and he looked up at her with tired eyes, "Tell me what you think about Victorie and Teddy." He said quietly, his eyes following her as she walked gracefully over to her side of the bed.

Fleur tried to hide her smile as she slid into bed beside him, "That's what's bothering you? Victorie?" She asked, turning on her side to look at him, her eyes sparkling in humor.

He sighed deeply, looking straight up at the ceiling, refusing to meet her gaze, "She's just a child." He murmured bitterly, his eyes narrowing slightly in stubbornness.

"She's almost seventeen." She reminded him gently, smiling sadly at him, "We can't tell her who she can and cannot love."

Bill scoffed, rolling his eyes, "She doesn't know what love is. She's too young to even comprehend that concept."

She laughed softly, "Bill, I fell in love with you at Seventeen." She said, a smile growing on her face as she remembered, "Before the third task, when you were talking to Harry. I remember looking over my mother shoulder and being smitten by your oh so rebellious ponytail and fang earring." She said sarcastically, looking at his face with a grin.

He snorted, and gave up the tough guy routine that wasn't really doing him any good, wrapping his arms around her narrow waist while burying his face in her sweet smelling hair, mumbling, "I don't want her to grow up." Finally voicing his real concern for their eldest daughter.

Fleur sighed sadly, running her slender fingers in his red hair, "I know dear. But we don't have a say in the matter." She murmured, bending her neck down to nuzzle his neck.

He sighed again, and muttered, "Teddy is a good kid." Grudgingly, sounding annoyed that he had to admit it.

She laughed against his skin, closing her eyes, "Teddy is wonderful. I wouldn't want out Victorie seeing anyone else."

He grumbled incoherently against her, and soon his lips were on hers, his hands knotting themselves in her silky hair as he murmured sarcastically on her lips, "We're gonna have werewolf grandchildren, aren't we?"

She snorted out a laugh, a unladylike noise that seemed odd with her face, pulling away to look him in the eyes, "They will have it on both sides." She said playfully, a teasing smile on her face.

He laughed with her, and then, after a time, said seriously, returning back to his original concern, "If Teddy is anything like his father and mother, he might be good enough for our daughter." He said slowly, looking reluctant to say so.

Fleur smiled at her husbands conclusion that she had come to a long time ago, kissing his nose, laughing as it make him wrinkle it in distaste, "I couldn't agree more."