A/N Some sexual scenes in this chapter, pretty tame and nothing too serious, but if that offends you feel free to skip it! Enjoy anyhow!

Thanks as ever to the people who have added this little to their alerts, and massive thanks to arabellagrace and bookworm4life0812 for reviewing; Sorry the last chapter upset you, it wasn't easy to write at all but even those people viewed as villains have their own issues. Hopefully, my reasoning behind that little insight to Ron's head will become clearer as the chapters go on.
And bookworm, there will be more on the family's reaction to Ron in the next story, Girl No More, and the moment you mentioned Phlegm drugging Bill with a love potion, my mind immediately went to Victoire being Voldemort II (maybe she inherits the hair-falling-out gene you want her mother to have), which made me laugh for a verrry long time, hehe :)

Year 7

"Uncle Bill!" She cried, running up to him.
"Hello beautiful!" He grabbed her in a tight hug, swinging her off the ground while she giggled madly. "And Tyg! Hi there little guy!" The small kneazle wrapped himself around Bill's legs, giving a purr that sounded almost like a growl, but closed his eyes in satisfaction and seemed to have a feline smile on his face. "How are you, my lovely little Rose?" He asked as he set her back on the floor.
"Good! Dad said a word that he made me promise to never say to mum though. I don't like keeping secrets from mum."
His eyebrow rose in amusement. "Oh? And what word would that be sweetheart?"
"Shit." Bill choked on the air he had just inhaled. "What does shit mean?"
"Uh, well, it's a very bad word, Rose, you definitely shouldn't use it."
"But why did dad?"
"He shouldn't have used it either." Bill replied, frowning deeply. "I'll tell him off as soon as I see him." He promised, before the six year old ran off, seeing her best friend Albus Potter arrive.

Ron and Hermione came into the kitchen of the Burrow just in time to see Rose disappear, and Hugo, though still unsteady on his feet, quickly released his mother's hand and stumbled after her. To her joy, when Hugo cried out to his sister, she halted, waiting for him, then took his hand and continued on her way to where Albus and Lily stood. Her eyes were still fixed on the four youngsters, so she didn't see the shove that Bill gave Ron, though she whipped around at the cry of pain he gave as he slammed into the counter.
"What the hell?!" He demanded of his brother.
Bill came intimidatingly close. "Do you know what Rose just asked me?"
Ron, though tall, had no choice but to lean backwards as his larger brother towered over him, angling his body awkwardly against the surface behind him. "No?" He made it a question, though he still sounded angry.
"She asked me what shit means. Said that you'd said it, and made her promise she wouldn't tell Hermione."
"Uh, well, you know-"
"WHAT?!" Hermione exploded. "Not only do you curse in front of her, you make her promise not to tell me?!"
"She feels awful for keeping a secret from her mum." Bill added darkly, looking as though he would punch him at any moment.
"Bill, let's go." Noticing his expression, and not particularly wanting to curse them both, she grabbed his arm and dragged him from the room, and out to the orchard. "We'll talk later." She threw over her shoulder at Ron.

When she had successfully pulled him into the trees she released his arm and began to speak. "Bill, you can't just blow up at Ro-" She was cut off as he grasped her around the hips and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. While her eyes were still open in shock, they noted the full moon rising into the sky, but moments later they flickered shut, revelling in the feeling of his lips on hers once more. His tongue swiped out, and she moaned, giving him easy access to her mouth, which he quickly took advantage of, while his hands roamed over her hips, her waist, her breasts. She threw her head back and cried out to the air as he began sucking and biting at her neck, the liquid soaking through her knickers, desperate, needing, to feel him in her most intimate place. He moved from her neck, biting her collarbone lightly, before returning to her lips, one hand in her wild hair, the other clasping her waist almost painfully, as if he was terrified she'd disappear. All thoughts of reason were gone as she moaned wantonly, wanting to do nothing other than rip the trousers from him and feel complete once more. The hand that wasn't clutching her head, keeping her mouth against his, moved from her side to slip underneath the casual dress she had worn, nudging her underwear to the side and making them both groan as he slipped a finger inside her and felt her wet heat.

"Bill," She gasped, even as he began to pump his long digit in and out of her, making her body keen with desire "we'll regret this."
"I'll never regret being with you. It's where I belong."
She felt her legs move to wrap around his waist, his finger remove from within her as she struggled with the buttons on his trousers, and her conscience seemed to have officially retired for the night, as she was practically begging him to-
"Hermione?"
"Bill?"

Ron and Fleur's voices permeated the air, and though Bill stopped kissing her, he didn't move, not letting her down from where she was pinned between him and the tree behind her. "I still want to be with you." He whispered into her ear, hot breath making her already burning body flush intensely. "I still want to tell them. I don't care what they'll say, I need to be with you, I love you."
She moved the hand she had behind his neck until they were face-to-face. "Our generation was never meant to be happy." She breathed back. "Even Harry and Ginny are still mourning their losses. The best we can do it try to ensure that our children have a happy life." She kissed him deeply, taking his hands and sliding down until he was once more looking down at her. "I'll never stop loving you." She confided quietly, even as she heard her husband call her name again.
"Then let us be together!" Bill implored. "Children can grow up with separated parents and be fine!"
"You are Victoire's dad, just like Ron is Rose's. It doesn't matter about blood relations, they both love their dads. We can't take that away from them, they still need their families whole and unbroken."
He reached a hand out and touched the ring that still rested on a chain around her neck. "I gave you this, promising that I'd make you happy." He murmured sadly.
She felt her tears well up, but refused to look away from his sapphire eyes. "Things should have been different. I wish-"

"Mum! Uncle Bill!" Rose ran up and interrupted them, giggling as Hermione lifted her into the air. "Grandma has gone to get ice-cream!"
"Wow!" Hermione commented with a grin. "Do you think she'll have your favourite?" The young girl looked thoughtful. "Why don't you go and check?"
"Mint-choc-chip!" Her daughter squealed, squirming before she was let down then heading off towards the Burrow to ask Molly, while her mother was blinking back tears.
"A six year old liking mint?" Bill asked with an amused smirk.
Hermione shrugged. "I liked mint chocolates when I was six."
He gave her a tender smile. "I was eight when I first tried one; liked it straight away."
"Bill!"
"Dad?"
Both turned at Fleur's voice, sounding increasingly irritated, and the newer addition of Victoire's, who simply sounded concerned. "I'll see you soon." She said simply, feeling that the statement was rather inadequate.
He took her hand and kissed the back of it softly. "Thank you for being a better, less selfish, person than me." He murmured under his breath, regret passing like fiery daggers between their eyes, before he once more headed into the night.