Covet:
- Yearn to possess or have (something)
I do not own Harry Potter; that is the sole property of JK Rowling.
A hand gripped his; yet it wasn't the hand he wanted to holding with an iron grip. It's owner wasn't small and quiet, nor did she have wide brown eyes and long red hair. No. It's owner was gabbing away about wedding details and bridesmaid dresses. Wedding details.
Lily was walking not too far ahead of them, her own hand gripping a boy's. A boy that Teddy didn't like. It was not the fact that Jack was a dick (he was actually kind-of alright), but for the fact that fifteen-year-old Lily Luna loved him. Teddy could tell with one simple look in the teens' direction. He repressed a deep, slightly frustated sigh and tried to listen to Victoire - who was talking like her life depended on it.
" . . . I think the colour scheme should be gold - mum likes gold. You don't mind gold, do you Ted?" Victoire raised an eyebrow at her not-so-future husband and smiled questioningly.
"Yeah, gold is okay," he assured her, putting pressure on their entwined hands.
And so she went on abotu the colours for the dresses. Teddy tried not to roll his eyes.
Lily turned around - her long hair swaying about in just about the most temptingly sexy way Teddy had ever seen - and gave the couple a wide smile. The smile seemed to be taunting him: It was telling him that he'd never have her, that he was destined to spend the rest of his life in a half-hearted marriage. And then he blinked. And then he noticed that the was simply the innocent one that reflected Lily Luna Potter. An innocent fifteen-year-old in love with her boyfriend; not her father's godson.