Responsibilities

Author's Note: this is my first Fred/Angelina fic. I honestly don't know why I'm starting to like this pair, but they're a fun couple and I decided to do this fic for them. It's their seventh year and there will be some other pairings in here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, but I do own this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 14

A week into their vacation, the night before Christmas Eve, Ron watched as Angelina and Fred left with each other. Everyone else was so busy in their own activities, they hadn't noticed. Ginny was in the living room with Bill, Charlie, Percy, and George, playing with Jackie, who was sitting in her baby seat, which was once Ginny's, and giggling happily.

"Pay attention to what you're doing Ronald." Came Mrs. Weasley's voice and Hermione giggled when Ron looked down and noticed the gingerbread man he was designing looked as if a three year old had been working on it. Harry snorted, and pushed his glasses back up his nose, not saying anything as he continued to work on his third gingerbread man.

"Mum, I need a new cookie." He muttered.

"No you don't." said Hermione, leaning closer to his side. "All you have to do is." Ron watched as she fixed his gingerbread man as sucked the icing off her finger. "See, quick and easy." She said brightly.

"Nice job, Hermione dear. Do you bake?" asked Mrs. Weasley brightly. Hermione blushed a bit.

"No, but my mum does. She taught me a bit."

"Well you'll have to learn to cook, dear. Every man needs a wife who can satisfy his manly appetite." She said brightly, winking at Ron who blushed and went back to his cookies.

"I suppose." Said Hermione. Mr. Weasley entered the kitchen and cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Anything wrong Arthur?"

"No dear. I need to speak to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You know." He answered. They all exchanged looks and Ron groaned.

"Oh, of course. Don't forget Ginny." Said his mother. "She's of age as well."

"Right. Come along then. Up to Ron's room. Bill will be waiting."

"BILL!" announced both Mrs. Weasley and Ron at the same time.

"Listen Molly, the boys all have different reactions, and ever since the twins, I've never wanted to give the talk again, so Bill and Charlie decided to do it for me. Plus, George wants to talk to you about something." Mrs. Weasley nodded and the teens left the kitchen, marching up to Ron's room. They all sat on the bed and Bill crossed his arms, examining them all closely, then he grinned.

"Sex," he began. "is a natural process of life." They all stared at him as if he had lost his mind. "Everyone has it on their mind and desire to do it. but they have NO clue what it feels like or the emotions that go with it." he said. Ron looked at Harry out the corner of his eye, and noticed that he was just as uncomfortable. Charlie took over.

"Pain and pleasure mates." Informed Charlie loudly causing them to jump. "Two things that go as a defintion for sex in the mind of yours truly." Hermione suddenly raised her hand.

"Charlie, are you suppose to be telling us NOT to have sex or what?" she asked. The Weasley boys exchanged looks.

"Well Miss Granger, we're suppose to be giving you the talk since dad doesn't want to. Its all Charlie's fault really. He asked dad what having sex felt like. Or maybe it was because Percy stared at him as if he were daft."

"Or because the twins laughed through it all." Said Charlie. They exchanged smirks. "But anyway, the point is, no matter how great having sex is seems to be, and don't get me wrong, cuz I've." Bill elbowed him.

"Shut up you prat! We're suppose to be getting them NOT to have sex on the brain." Bill turned to the younger kids. "Listen, if you don't want to be in the same position Fred was in a week ago, I suggest you WAIT until you get out of Hogwarts." With that, both boys launched into all kinds of stories that made them all uncomfortable.

"Alright that's enough!" announced Ron, opening his room door. "GET OUT!" he yelled. Not too long after he had left did Mr. & Mrs. Weasley enter the room and Ron groaned, dropping on his bed.

"I figured Bill and Charlie haven't told you anything the right way, so we will." Said his mother.