Chapter 7: Meet the parents

"William, you know fairly well that we have no funds to go to France," Molly told her son, Bill as Bill told her and the rest of the family about his plan of bringing them to France to meet Fleur's parents and talk about the wedding.

"Mum, I do have some savings, and I'll take care of it," Bill said.

"Yes, let Bill do it," Fred said, "We wanna meet Fleur's Veela cousins," He winked.

"Enough," Molly said, sighing, "Bill, I don't even understand why you'd wanna get married this fast. You just met her a couple of months back."

"But I love her."

"Yes, look at Bill and those hearts in his eyes," George laughed.

"I'm serious." Bill said.

Molly sighed and Arthur butted in.

"William, are you sure? Coz this is a once in a lifetime thing."

"I wouldn't have asked her if I wasn't."

"But her parents—" Molly said but Bill cut her off.

"Her parents are wonderful people," Bill said.

"Come on, mum, let Bill do his thing, let's go to France," George said.

"Fine," Molly said, "It's not like I can do anything to change your mind."

"Good, we'll leave tomorrow then."

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When they arrived in France the day after with Fleur, the irritation on Molly's face was evident.

"So, theees iz our place," Fleur said, "I know it's not zo big—"

Molly coughed, thinking about the burrow.

"Did I say something?"

"Oh, no, no," Bill said, "Mom's just not fond of the super cold weather." He looked at Molly.

"Right," Molly said, "William's right."

Just then, Fleur's parents arrived and let them in.

"Ooh, come in, come in," Apoline said, "Finally! We're so delighted to 'ave you 'ere," She kissed Molly on the cheek, "You are charmante, and zo are your keeeds—"

"Arthur, right?" Monsieur said, "Pleasure," He extended a hand. "And your kids, hello."

"Bonjour!" Fred said, "We are pleased to be here."

"Oh, pleasure's ours," Apoline said, smiling. She then noticed Ginny, "And you must be Gine—Gi—Gee-ne—"

"Ginevra," Ginny said, trying not to roll her eyes, "Just Ginny."

"Ginny, adorable," Apoline said, "Well, come in, you lot. We 'ave so many things we prepared for you…"

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And there really were a lot. Heaps of food on the table, the house decorated as if there was a ball. It was, for Molly, too much.

"So, as Bill and Fleur 'ave decided the wedding shall be 'eld at ze Burrow?" Monsieur said, "Did I say that right? We'd love it to be 'eld 'ere, but they seem to 'ave decided so—"

"You have?" Molly asked Bill.

"Yes, uhm, we just thought that it's more convenient and better," Bill said, "I mean, the Order and all…"

"And you are really allowing them to get married?" Molly asked Monsieur and Apoline.

"Yes, I mean, we love our Fleur, and it's also a 'ard decision to make, but we want 'er and Bill to be 'appy. And we love your son," Apoline declared, ""Ee is magnifique."

"Oh," Molly said, "Well then…"

"We approve," Arthur said, "I mean, Fleur's a wonderful girl, we'd love to have her in our family."

"Aww, zat is sweet!" Fleur said. "I'd love to spend time with you, I'm sure Ginny and I will be friends."

Ginny took a deep breath, "Yeah, well…"

"I can't wait to visit ze Burrow," Fleur smiled.

"We'd love to have you there!" Ron said.

"Yes, and maybe some Veela cousins, too?" Fred quipped and they all laughed, except for Molly.

"So," Monsieur said, standing up and holding a goblet of wine, "To Bill and Fleur?"

They all raised their glasses (Molly and Ginny reluctantly), "To Bill and Fleur!"

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Later that afternoon, while everyone else were doing their thing, Bill found himself alone with her mother at the backyard of the Delacours.

"So," Bill said as he came near her.

"So what?"

"What do you think?" Bill asked her, "They're nice aren't they?"

"Yes,"

"So, no problems now? You like Fleur?"

"Bill, I'm not saying anything bad about her, okay? It's just…I think you're too different. They're rich and—"

"That's not an issue."

"Listen to me first," Molly said, "It may not be an issue, but in the long run, who knows? We can't keep up with it. And she's young, she may change her mind anytime and—"

"You worry too much."

"You're my son, that's why."

"Look, mum, I appreciate it, but why don't you try getting to know her better? She'll be vacationing at the Burrow, you guys can bond and all…"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Please?"

Molly sighed, "Fine." She said, "I just hope you know what you're doing."