A/N Written for the Bechdel test Competition. Also, I absolutely cannot write Fleur's accent so you'll just have to imagine it.

Ginny walked into the living room of Shell Cottage quietly. It was about dinner time and Fleur was in the kitchen cooking dinner for them. Really, it was only just her, Fleur, and Molly in the house because everyone else was busy. Molly had gone to take a nap, and thus, left Ginny alone with Fleur. Ginny didn't really like spending time with the French girl. Not because she didn't like her, but because when she did, she would always feel guilty for all the mean and cruel things she had said about her. And it had turned out that everything had been false and she had been wrong the whole time.

"Dinner's ready!" She heard Fleur call from the kitchen. Immediately, Ginny got up from her seat on the couch to help the older girl set the table.

After a while, the table was loaded with food. Ginny inwardly marvelled at how she had become such a good cook after only a couple days under Molly's tutelage. But it was once again getting awkward with the two girls sitting there in the growing darkness.

"Do you want me to go wake up Mum?" Ginny asked. "She's still asleep."

"It's okay." Fleur said, shaking her head. "She has been overworked lately perhaps we should let her sleep."

Ginny made a sound of agreement, and for a moment, the only sounds were the two girls eating.

Suddenly, Fleur spoke up again. "Why do you avoid me? Do you really dislike me so much?"

Ginny stiffened in surprise. Her head lowered in shame and sorrow as she clenched her fists. "No… it's not that. You are an amazing person, talented and caring and perfect for Bill." Here the girl bit her lip, and decided to look the other one straight in the eye. Fleur met her gaze steadily.

"I just… feel so bad for being so mean to you when you guys started dating." Ginny sighed. "You might not have noticed but—"

"Notice? All those times you called me Phlegm or vomited behind my back? Every single time Molly would disagree with me for the sake of disagreeing with me? How could I have not noticed?" Fleur said, slightly bitterly.

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't realized how much the French girl had noticed. She had never given any sort of indication that she was upset or insulted, and had continued in her relationship with Bill.

Ginny mouthed her words silently in shock before speaking again. "I-but, how is it that you don't hate us?"

Fleur was silent for a while. "I did. I hated you guys so much at one time. I considered leaving you and Bill. I didn't do anything to have to endure that. But then… I saw how you interacted. The way how even when you were arguing, it was blatantly obvious that you cared for each other. And I knew that, everyone made mistakes and this was just one of it. I wanted to be a part of that, and I really couldn't imagine my life without William so… I stayed." Fleur smiled slightly at that. "I persevered somehow and everything became okay."

Ginny felt her legs trembling as tears filled her eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" She cried, burying her face into her hands.

Fleur came over and gently patted her back. "It's okay now. Don't cry, we're family now…"