Hey! Okay, so I had two reviews asking to hear more about Harry and Ginny and other characters. Well today I felt like bringing Fleur and Bill into it, and I know it's not Harry or Ginny, but I liked writing this chapter :) I thought it was pretty funny to write.

I hope you like it, because I try to please my readers. Enjoy the chapter!

"Fleur! Bonjour, ça va?"

It was Saturday, and Fleur and Bill had arrived for a visit. Gabrielle was ecstatic – gabbling away in rapid French and rushing around with cups of tea. Hermione noted from the top of the stairs that Bill looked exactly the same as when she had last seen him. Despite his being thirty-eight, his hair was pulled back in the same long ponytail, and his scars from his battle with Fenrir Greyback remained on his face.

His hand was held tightly by a small, blonde girl of around six or seven.

"Daddy, I wanna go home!" she whined. Bill grinned sheepishly. "Hey, Ron," he greeted his brother, then, "Not now, Victoire. Daddy wants to see his brother. How about you go and ask Aunt Gabrielle for – oh, hey, Hermione. What... what are you doing here?"

His face was surprised as he noticed Hermione hiding at the top of the stairs, unsure whether or not she should come down.

Ron stepped in. "Didn't I tell you?" Bill shook his head. His brother looked surprised. "Oh. Come here for a second." He took him by the shoulder and into a corner, talking quietly. Every so often, Bill would glance at Hermione and then back at Ron. After a while, he spoke, still quietly, although Hermione could catch a phrase now and again.

"But she dumped... doesn't deserve... her fault... she shouldn't..."

But Ron was firm. He spoke quieter than his brother, and Hermione couldn't hear what he said. By the end of the discussion, Bill had come around. He didn't speak to her, but he smiled at her a few times. Hermione busied herself with the children.

"Hey, Gabrielle, how about Victoire plays with my sons? After all, she'll only be bored otherwise," she suggested. Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically.

"Mais oui, Hermione. That is a good idea. You can go and fetch les enfants and I will tell Fleur."

Fleur had not yet spoken to Hermione either; although she had acknowledged her once or twice. Hermione guessed that she felt the same way as Bill, but was coming round to the idea that Hermione was not, in fact, a heartless bitch.

She went upstairs to where Andrei and Stefan were sitting on the bed – Stefan was reading a book, and Andrei was playing a complicated game with his army figures on the duvet. As she entered the room one of the figures shouted at her, "Atteeeention! Name and rank!"

Hermione sighed. She wished she had never bought those stupid things.

"Boys, Ron's niece is here. She's looking for something to do, so I suggested that you keep her company. How about that?"

"Eew!" complained Andrei. "Girls have cooties, everyone knows that!" His brother sighed.

"Girls don't have cooties; they're the same as us. Right, Mummy?"

"Right, Stefan. So Andrei, I expect you to be nice to her and behave well. We'll go downstairs now and maybe you can play in the garden."

"Fiiine," Andrei grumbled, slipping off the bed. He paused. "Can I take my action figures?" He clasped them to his chest. They grumbled as they were pressed together, their voices muffled by his T-shirt. Hermione nodded.

"Yes, you can."

"Woo!" he cried. Stefan put down his book and got off the bed. He toddled round to his mother and brother. "Let's go," he said simply, before ambling out the door and down the stairs.

"So, Ron, we hear you've got a kid on the way! Finally, eh?"

They were sitting on the small patio, at the outdoor table, taking advantage of the summer sunshine. The children were sitting on the grass in the middle of the garden – well, two were sitting on the grass. Victoire was sitting on a blanket to avoid getting grass stains on her pristine outfit.

Ron nodded and put his arm around Gabrielle. "Yeah, she's almost three months in."

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" asked Bill.

"Nah, we want to keep it a surprise."

"Yeah, that's what we did with Dominique," Bill said. He gestured to where Fleur was cradling a blonde toddler. He smiled adoringly at her.

Hermione drifted off – she didn't like all this talk of families and babies. She focused instead on the children.

"You wanna play armies with me?" Andrei was asking Victoire. She shook her head.

"Maman says it's not right for girls to be rough and play games like armies. I wanna play ponies!" she stated adamantly. She turned to Stefan.

"Will you be my pony?" He nodded. "Get on your arms and legs on the ground like a pony. Then I'll get on your back." He did as she asked, but shifted when she tried to get on and she slipped. "Be careful! I don't want to get my clothes dirty!"

Eventually she was on his back. "What's your name gonna be?" she pondered. "I know! You can be Trotty! Trotty, go over there!" She pointed to the patio table. Hermione grinned as he heaved his arms and legs up, trying to crawl to the table. He was only three, after all, and a seven-year-old girl is quite heavy to a three-year-old.

The others were still talking, but they stopped when they saw Stefan crawling towards them, Victoire on his back. Bill grinned. "You got your own ride there, Vicky?"

Once they had reached the patio, Victoire hopped off. "I like Stefan," she declared. "We're going to get married."

Stefan blushed. He didn't say anything; he just stood beside Victoire as she put her arm around him.

"Are you, now?" Fleur asked. "Do you not think that Stefan is a little jeune for you?"

"Yeah, Vicky. He's only three, and you're seven," added Bill, and Hermione could hear clearly the amusement in his voice. Victoire pouted.

"But Maman, Daddy, he's my pony! And I like him! Can we take him home?"

The adults all laughed, and the two children went back to the middle of the garden, Victoire grumbling, Stefan blushing furiously. Bill turned to Hermione, and, probably because of this newfound common ground, talked to her.

"Ah, the things kids get up to, eh?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I know. How old is Dominique?"

"She's just over eighteen months."

They talked for the next hour, until Fleur said that it would be best if they got going. Victoire had to be dragged away from Stefan, who had kept up his job as 'Trotty'.

"Bye-bye, Stefan! Come see me, then we can get married!" she cried. Bill turned to Hermione as they left.

"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry for not giving you a chance at first. I do admit that my brother was a right prat when he was younger. Now that I think about it, I don't blame you for dumping him." He grinned and glanced at Ron, who was saying goodbye to Fleur with a kiss on the cheek.

"That's alright," she said, smiling too.

After they left, Hermione mentally ticked off another member of the Weasley family who had forgiven her. Only about a thousand - well, six - more to go.

A/N: Well, I know that wasn't Harry or Ginny, but did you like it? Hopefully you did :D

I'm also currently working on the sequel to Tom's Heartbreak, which is called Tom's Transition. So you can check that out too, if you want.

Okay some lovely French translations!

Bonjour, ca va? is Hello, how are you?

Jeune is young

Maman is a French word for Mum

Thanks for reading!