Written for the 100 stories under 100 words challenge by ErynPotter.
I used the prompt Fear as a theme.
Word-count: 100
It was perfect picknick weather.
Lorcan shared a blanket with Victoire while the rest of the Weasley family and his parents and brother played a Muggle game.
He couldn't take his eyes of her.
She looked at the ongoing game with her hand shadowing her face.
She was so beautiful.
Lorcan didn't know what to do.
"Are you looking forward to your third year?"
Her pink lips moved, formed words he didn't hear.
He mumbled. Terrified.
Someone rushed over to them.
Teddy.
They kissed. Deeply.
It seemed like forever. Like he would never let her go.
"Everything alright, Lorcan?"
"Yes."