A/N: Another update, and yes, I promise that I'm working on Weasley Newlyweds, an update should be ready in the near future for that fic. Anywho, enjoy this update.

Molly awoke early, knowing it was going to be chaotic getting six children and their corresponding luggage to the station by eleven. After showering quickly, she woke her husband and set about waking the children. While she was cooking breakfast, Amos Diggory appeared in the fireplace and she about jumped a mile when she heard him ask for Arthur, that they needed him at the Ministry.

"Arthur!" Molly called up the staircase to her husband, hoping he had already showered.

"Arthur! Urgent message from the Ministry!" She looked up as Arthur clattered down the stairs, hurtling to the kitchen with his robes on back-to-front. Molly had begun anxiously rummaging through drawers, looking for a quill. "I've got a quill here somewhere!" She muttered, blowing a stray hair out of her face. Meanwhile, Amos was talking a mile a minute, trying to brief Arthur on what was going on.

"…Muggle neighbors heard bangs and shouting, so they went and called those what-d'you-call-'ems—please-men. Arthur you've got to get over there—"

"Here!" Molly said, breathlessly as she shoved a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and a crumpled quill into Arthur's hands.

"—It's a real stroke of luck I heard about it, I had to come into the office early to send a couple of owls, and I found the Improper Use of Magic lot all setting off—if Rita Skeeter gets hold of this one, Arthur—"

"What does Mad-Eye say happened?" Arthur asked, preparing to take notes.

"Says he heard an intruder in his yard. Says he was creeping toward the house, but was ambushed by his dustbins."

"What did the dustbins do?"

"Made one hell of a noise and fired rubbish everywhere, as far as I can tell, apparently one of them was still rocketing around when the please-men turned up—"

Arthur groaned. "And what about the intruder?"

"Arthur, you know Mad-Eye, someone creeping into his yard in the dead of night? More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering around somewhere covered in potato peelings. But if the Improper Use of Magic lot get their hands on Mad-Eye he's had it—think of his record—we've got to get him off on something in your department—What are exploding dustbins worth?"

"Might be a caution," Arthur said, still scribbling furiously. "Mad-Eye didn't use his wand? He didn't attack anyone?"

"I'll bet he leapt out of bed and started jinxing everything he could reach through the window, but they'll have a job proving it there aren't any casualties."

"All right, I'm off," Arthur said, as he left the kitchen.

"Sorry about this Molly, bothering you so early and everything…but Arthur's the only one who can get Mad-Eye off, and Mad-Eye's supposed to be starting his new job today. Why he had to choose last night…"

"Never mind Amos," Molly said, giving him a gentle smile. "Sure you won't have a bit of toast or anything before you go?"

"Oh go on, then," Amos replied, and Molly transferred a piece of toast from the freshly buttered stack to the fire poker and into Amos' mouth. "Fanks."

Molly looked up as Amos disappeared, hearing her husband calling hurried good-byes to Bill, Charlie, Percy and the girls. Within a minute, he was back in the kitchen, dragging a comb through his hair and she noticed that his robes were on properly.

"I'd better hurry—you have a good term, boys," he said, acknowledging the boys seated at the table as he fastened his cloak. "Molly, are you going to be all right taking the kids to King's Cross?"

"Of course I will," She replied, turning towards him expectantly. "You just look after Mad-Eye, we'll be fine." Her husband Disapparated, leaving her with a slight frown on her face. He had forgotten to kiss her good-bye. Brushing it off as an honest mistake, she fastened her own cloak to travel into town to call Muggle taxis for transportation.

When she arrived back at the Burrow a few hours later, completely exhausted, she was somewhat surprised to see her husband back. He was relaxing in his armchair, reading the Daily Prophet, so she slipped behind him, and rubbed his shoulders.

"Molly?"

"Yes, Arthur?"

"Sit on my lap, please." He replied, folding up the paper and dropping it onto a side table. More than happy to oblige, Molly lowered herself into the chair, settling lightly in his lap.

"You forgot about me this morning, dear." She said, resting her head against his chest, tucking her feet to her thighs.

Arthur racked his brain for a moment; he didn't think he had forgotten anything in his rush to help Mad-Eye. He closed his eyes as he remembered that he hadn't kissed his wife good-bye before he had rushed off. Knowing her feelings were probably hurt, he wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head to gently kiss her forehead.

"I'm sorry, my love, but I was in a hurry. You're not upset with me I hope."

"Only a little. Nothing that can't be fixed."

"I'm glad to hear it." He replied, and he slipped a hand under her chin, tilting her face so he could kiss her mouth.

"You'll be proud of me, Arthur."

"What do you mean, Molly?"

"I used the Muggle telephone in town to call for taxis to take us to the station."

"Really? Everything went smoothly then?"

"It did, dear."

"Good."

"Have Bill and Charlie left?"

"They went to the platform with you, didn't they?"

"Well yes, but I didn't come straight home. I stopped off in Diagon Alley for something."

"I honestly don't know, Molly. Did they tell you that they were leaving?"

"Well they have to get back to work…"

"They've probably left then. I haven't seen them since I arrived home, and I believe Percy wanted to get some time in at the Ministry."

"That child works far too hard. What is so important that he needs to be there morning, noon, and night?"

"Who knows? He probably wants to make a good impression on Crouch. Either that, or he's taking his work far too seriously."

"Isn't he and Crouch the main people working on the security for the tournament?"

"Yes. They're double and triple checking to make sure that no student underage will be able to enter."

"When did this come about? No one told me about setting an age limit."

"A few weeks ago. I thought I'd mentioned it to you?"

"You might have, but it's been absolutely chaotic around here lately."

"I know. You want to go upstairs and have a cuddle?"

"Arthur,"

"It was just a suggestion. We have the house to ourselves while Percy's working."

"Just a cuddle then?"

"If that's what you want, my dear." Arthur replied, kissing her again and stroking the back of her head.

"Cuddling sounds nice right now. No sex, right?"

"If that's what you want." Arthur repeated.

"I'm not saying I don't want it, I just—"

"Don't want to rush into it? Want us to take our time if we do?"

"Yes, that's it, I suppose."

"You've got it, my darling. Now, shall we?"

Molly gave him a knowing smile and he allowed her to lead the way to their bedroom. Once there, she pulled back the coverlet and slipped between the sheets, patting his spot on the bed.

"Come on love, I can't cuddle alone."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Arthur replied, crawling up to the head of the bed and slipping between the sheets as well. When he had settled, Molly scooted closer to him, resting her head on his pillow and a hand on his chest, while he slipped an arm around her shoulders.

"The house is so awfully quiet." Molly commented, after a few moments of silence.

"It is, isn't it? I don't know how you can stand it; we're so used to this house bursting at the seams with children."

"I don't know how I do, ever since Ginny started school, most of the day I lounge around listening to the wireless and getting fat on chocolate."

Arthur chuckled. "It can't be that bad, can it? I mean, you still tidy up don't you?" He asked, beginning to stroke her hair and the back of her head.

"I don't have to tidy up as often when it's just the two of us as I do when we have the children home, and it gets lonely after a while."

"You could always go back to Saint Mungo's couldn't you?"

"I could, but I'd have to take a refresher course and another exam because so much as changed over the last twenty or so years."

"Well, why don't you? It'd give you something to do while I'm at work."

"I don't want to go back to work, Arthur. I enjoy being home when you get home and I really don't want to relive the first year and a half of our marriage."

"What was wrong with that?"

"Nothing, but don't you remember that the only time we ever saw each other was in the mornings before work and maybe before bed every night? Frankly, I'm somewhat surprised we even got pregnant with Bill in the first place, we hardly ever had time for shagging."

"We shagged in the morning." Arthur pointed out.

"That's about the only time we did, Arthur. Our lives back then just about defeated the purpose of being married in the first place."

"I'm sorry love, maybe you could take up a hobby?" He suggested lightly, he hadn't known how lonely his wife was with him at work and the kids at school.

"Arthur, I already have a hobby. Knitting and crocheting."

"I'm sorry you're lonely, Mollywobbles, I wish there was something I could do."

"Could you maybe go down to part-time?"

"I can't do that, I'm the head of my office and it's just me and Perkins."

"Oh." She sighed heavily and buried her face against his shoulder. "Arthur, I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Cross my heart."

"I wish I was a Grandmum. At least then I'd have children to look after, even if all ours are practically grown."

"We'll be grandparents eventually. Bill's still young; he'll find a nice young lady to marry."

"I don't have any doubts about that, Arthur. I just wish he was already married and providing us with grandchildren."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that, Molly." Arthur slid his hand down his wife's back, pausing just above the slight curve of buttocks and he felt her jerk as he slipped his hand over and squeezed firmly.

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, Mol."

"Arthur," She began, in a warning tone.

"What?"

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I told you, nothing. I'm not allowed to—"

"Feel me up? Absolutely not!"

Arthur immediately removed his hand, wondering what it was he had done to upset her. "Mollywobbles, are you on your cycle? Because usually you don't mind if I—er—touch you." He asked carefully, not wanting to set her off if she was.

Molly gasped and rested a hand on her abdomen before answering.

"Actually, Arthur, it is my time of the month, I've just been too busy to notice my cramps." She whimpered as she finished, beginning to feel the pain.

"Are you all right, Mol?" He asked, knowing how uncomfortable she was.

"I will be, Arthur. Could you check and see if I have pads and menstrual potion? I can't remember the last time I shopped—"

"Yes, I will, my dear. Where do I look?"

"Pads are in the lavatory under the sink and the potion is in the pantry, third shelf."

"I'll check, you relax," Arthur said, climbing out of bed to do as she asked. Molly settled back against the pillows, silently cursing herself for not remembering. She looked up as Arthur reentered the room.

"I'm sorry, darling, but it looks like you're out of your supplies."

Molly sighed heavily and cursed under her breath. "Ginny," she mumbled. "I'll have to have a talk with that girl."

"What was that, Molly? I didn't quite catch that."

"Nothing dear."

"You said something about Gin."

"That I did."

"So, what does any of this have to do with her?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not but—"

"Arthur, the reason I don't have pads or the potion is Gin."

"What?" He asked, his face contorting in confusion, then a look of comprehension dawned on his face. "You mean that she's gotten her—"

"Period, yes."

"When? How come no one told me?"

"She wrote me back in May asking for advice, and sorry dear, but most girls don't advertise the fact that they've gotten their period to their fathers, or anyone else for that matter."

"But I'm her father. Shouldn't I be informed on when my little girl becomes a woman?"

"Arthur, can we drop the subject, please?"

"Yes, dear."

"Good. Now I need you to go to the drugstore for me to pick up supplies."

"Why can't you go?"

Molly closed her eyes, fighting to keep her temper in check. "Arthur Weasley, is it too much to ask you to run a simple errand for me?" She asked, grinding her teeth. Arthur remained silent and she continued. "Arthur, I would go myself, but my cramps are awful, and believe me, if I had known I was out, I would have picked them up on my way home."

"I know, Molly. That was insensitive of me and I know it. I'll go for you. What is it that I need to get?"

Molly reached for a piece of parchment and a quill beginning to compose a list for him. When she had finished she handed him the list. "There you are. Everything you need to know is on the list, just get what it says and you'll be fine." Arthur glanced at the parchment in his hand and felt the tips of his ears grow very warm.

"Consider it done, my love. I'll be back in a bit." He kissed her quickly, pulled on his shoes and Disapparated. Upon arriving in Diagon Alley, Arthur made his way to the drugstore. Before entering, he looked down at the list in his hand. As he stared at the familiar, loopy handwriting, he was becoming embarrassed about the items that he had been sent to purchase.

-Chocolate

-Menstrual Potion (Extra-Strength, Non-Drowsy, please)

-2-24 pack Sanitary Pads

1-light

1-heavy

He knew the chocolate and the potion would be easy enough, but he had no idea how sanitary pads could be light and heavy. Taking a deep breath, he entered the shop, forcing himself to remember that he was doing this for his darling Molly. He found the chocolate and menstrual potion quickly, but when he got to the feminine hygiene aisle, he was lost. There were several different brands, all in brightly colored packaging, and he had no idea what it was that Molly wanted. He glanced back down at the list Molly had given him, hoping it could help him as he didn't want to embarrass himself further by asking for assistance.

"Sir?"

Arthur turned towards the voice, not realizing that anyone had walked up beside him.

"Hmmm?"

"Sir, you look lost. Would you like some help?" She asked kindly, and Arthur was grateful that he didn't' have to ask.

"Er, yeah, I guess so."

"May I see your list?"

Arthur gladly handed her the list, thinking that he would be finished faster if he let her get the items. She looked at the list, and within moments she had pushed two of the brightly colored packages in his arms.

"There you are. Those are what your wife wants."

"Er, thanks." He quickly paid for the items, satisfied that he had completed his task and returned home.

He carried the sack upstairs to Molly, who kissed his cheek as he handed it to her. After taking the potion and care of business, Molly climbed back into bed and patted Arthur's spot.

"Come on, we can cuddle some more." She said, and Arthur gladly slid next to his wife.

"Thank you for shopping for me, Arthur, I know it was probably awkward for you."

"Anything for you my dear." Arthur said, kissing her cheek.

"Arthur, will you rub my back? That potion works wonders on my cramps, but it doesn't do anything about the backaches that come along with them."

"Of course, Molly-girl. Why doesn't it?" He asked, slipping his hand down her back, making small circles as he rubbed.

"I don't know, but I half hope I was back at Hogwarts so I could use Madam Pomfrey's potion for cramps."

"What's so special about the one she uses?"

"Arthur, that stuff is the best. I told Ginny that she should go see Madam Pomfrey; the potion she gives out is ten times better than the one I buy."

"Oh. Is that how you managed to get through lessons?"

"It is. Otherwise, I would have been agony."

"I'll bet. I know the potion I bought is non-drowsy, but why don't you take a nap?"

"You know, that sounds like a good idea. Will you hold me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course. I always do."

"I know."

"Shush, rest. I'll still be here when you wake up."

Molly smiled at her husband before she rested her head against his shoulder, and closed her eyes. When he felt her breathing become soft and regular, he kissed her forehead, and began stroking her hair.