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French Plaits.

Blurb …

Teddy loves Victoire's French plaits. Victoire wants to know why teddy keeps gawking at her. Harryand Ron are at a loss on what to do, Hermione's the voice of reason and Rose is the only one making sense. Confused? :TeddyVictoire DH SU DH spoilers:

"That did not just happen!" Victoire groaned, brushing her hair frantically. Ginny tried hard not to laugh at the irony of the situation. Ever since coming back after her 4th year at Hogwarts, Victoire had been rather conscious about her looks, especially when there was a family gathering. Ginny suspected, but not until today did she fully realise who exactly Victoire had been trying to impress.

"I'm sure Teddy doesn't think any less of you, just because he saw you in your pyjamas." Ginny told her, and sat down on her old bed, where Victoire was staying for the holidays.

Victoire flung her hairbrush down with a bang, and looked horror-struck at her aunt.

"W-who said I was looking pretty for Teddy?!" She said, sounding rather frightened. Ginny let out a little snigger, and beckoned Victoire to sit with her. She did, fingering the hem of her skirt as she did so.

"Well, he was the only one in the room, apart for your mother, your sister and me." Ginny said. "I doubt you'd be making such a fuss about it for anyone else."

"Oh … well, all right." Victoire flung herself onto her stomach, her strawberry blond hair falling everywhere. "I was making myself pretty for Teddy."

"I knew it!" Ginny said, looking forward to rubbing it in to Fleur later. She gazed down at the 14, soon to be 15-year-old before her and laughed.

She had become such a girly girl lately. When she was younger, Victoire hadn't cared a lot about looks. She'd just get up in the mornings, chuck on a t-shirt and jeans, and run out to play Quidditch.

Ginny placed a hand on her shoulder, Victoire looked up, and Ginny noticed that her face was still tinged pink, making her many freckles stand out. She sat up and Ginny put an arm around her.

"Let me tell you something." Ginny said.

"Yeah?"

"When I was 11, I had a huge crush on your Uncle Harry." Ginny said. Victoire smiled slightly and Ginny almost thought she'd blush herself-she hadn't told this story to anyone since it happened, preferring to forget it.

"I take it, that's why you ended up married?" Victoire asked. Ginny shushed her.

"No … well, sort of ... anyway," Ginny looked up at her old bedroom wall. She'd never admit it, but back in those days, she had pinned a photo of Harry up there. "Harry came to stay, because he was friends with Uncle Ron, and I had no idea. I ran downstairs in my pyjamas, like you, to see him eating breakfast at the table."

Victoire stared. "What did you do?" She asked.

"What else? Ran for it." Ginny said. "My mum was telling me that it didn't matter, and I looked fine, but I was wearing one of my old nightgowns, and I looked horrid in it."

Victoire laughed. "So I guess it was a kind of re-enactment what I did down there, right?"

"Well, it was why everyone was laughing." Ginny said. Victoire giggled slightly, straightening her purple top.

"You want me to plait your hair?" Ginny asked. Victoire had taken a liking to French-plaits when she was 6-year's-old, and though she could easily plait them with a simple spell, it always made Victoire feel better when Ginny did them.

"Thanks." Victoire smiled and sunk to the floor where Ginny began to plait strands of hair.

"Now, are you going to tell me why you're making yourself look pretty for Teddy?" Ginny asked. "Or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

"You're going to have to force it." Came a voice from the doorway and they both turned to see Hermione standing in the doorway. She grimaced and sat down next to Ginny on the bed. "Your mum told me what happened." Hermione told Victoire. "I thought I'd find you two here."

"Well, here I am." Victoire said. Ginny noticed the glum look on her face and exchanged a knowing look with Hermione.

"You know, I never figured out how you do that …" Hermione muttered to herself, glancing her head sideways to see what Ginny was doing to Victoire's hair. "If you tried doing that to mind, you wouldn't succeed-there's too much of it."

"You're hair's not that bad." Victoire commented from the floor.

"As much as I'd like to discuss our hair problems." Ginny cut in. "But weren't you going to tell me something?"

"Oh." Victoire rather looked as if Ginny would just change the subject. When she didn't, she gave a deep breath.

"Well, to be honest, I don't really know why I've been trying to make myself look nice." Victoire said slowly. Hermione listened raptly, while trying to understand the concept of the French-plait at the same time. "We've been best friends since we met, but lately … I've been feeling different."

"In what way?" Hermione asked. Ginny thought she knew where this was going.

"I dunno … I think I may …" Victoire's voice trailed off and mumbled something under her breath.

"Didn't catch that?" Hermione said, and Ginny noticed the grin-she must have heard.

"I said I think I might … you know … fancy him."

Ginny grinned as Victoire's face went bright pink, making her freckles more pronounced than ever.

"It's stupid to even suggest that, I know-" Victoire began, but Hermione interrupted.

"It's not stupid." Hermione said, and she placed a comforting hand on the troubled girl's shoulder. "Lot's of people consider liking their best friend if they're a boy well, in our case as girls."

"So you're saying you once considered fancying Harry, as well as Ron?" Ginny asked, rather curious now. Hermione blushed bright red.

"Well ... I was never going to admit it, but-well ... but i mean, it was second year, I was 12! I didn't know any better!" She said, determinedly avoiding Ginny's eyes.

"And?"

"And, well, ok, I considered it, but after a while, thought we'd be better off as friends. Though it didn't exactly work that way for Ron-"

"Again with the delving into the love life of my brother." Ginny reminded the still red Hermione.

"Sorry."

"So back to my dilemma here?"

"Right, take it away Hermione, you're obviously a natural." Ginny said teasingly to Hermione, who ignored her, but not before shooting an evil look in her direction. Hermione turned back to Victoire as Ginny finished the first French-plait.

"It's perfectly ok to like Teddy." She said. "I thought it was wrong to like your uncle at first, but look how we turned out! I think it's rather sweet."

"But he's older!" Victoire said, as Ginny tied off the first of two French-plaits. "Teddy's about to start 7th year, and I'm only about to start 5th!"

"And has that mattered with your friendship?" Ginny put in. Victoire was silent for a while and Ginny knew she had hit home. "Not exactly."

"Just because he's a bit older doesn't mean you can't be together." Hermione said. "Remember Remus and Tonks? Teddy's parents?"

"The one's in that photo over the mantelpiece?" Victoire asked. Ginny nodded and felt a pang for the old professor and bright personality of Tonks.

"Well, they were 13 years apart, and loved each other anyway." Hermione said. Victoire looked shocked. "It didn't make any difference at all. I doubt 2 years will make much difference either."

"But I'm not sure if I even like Teddy." Victoire said, as Ginny tied off the second French-plait and lay down on her side on the bed. Victoire turned around to see the two Aunties better. "It's a funny feeling, like I have to impress him. And thanks."

"No problem." Ginny said, admiring her work.

"That's a usual feeling." Hermione said. "Trust me Vicka; I believe you have fallen for our very own metamorphmagus ."

"But-I … can't." Victoire said, looking distressed again. "It's just not suppose to happ-"

"Vicka?"

Victoire broke off in a gasp as Teddy stuck his head into the room, his head the usual bright blue it normally was. Ginny smiled and greeted him cheerfully to cover-up her niece's gasp.

"Hey Teddy!"

"Did you like breakfast?"

Teddy laughed. That was one of the things Ginny like about the kid-he would laugh at anything, making everyone else laugh with him. It was infectious like that.

"It was very nice thank you." He said with a smile. He turned to his best friend on the floor. "Vick, look I dunno why you ran off like that, and I'm sorry if I offended you or something horrible, but the boys have found an extra broom, if you want to play Quidditch with us?"

Victoire grinned and allowed herself to be pulled up by Teddy's helping hand.

"Let me change into some jeans and I'll be out in a minute." She said. "And you didn't offend me."

"Good." Teddy said. He made to leave before turning around. "By the way, I like your hair-it's very pretty." He left, leaving Victoire almost glowing.

"You have to do my hair tomorrow." She said and as Ginny and Hermione left, she could hear Victoire singing loudly.

She only did that when she was very happy.

Ginny had to say, her French-plaits were quite pretty.

A/N: Yes, this was origonaly a oneshot, but lot's of people wanted ... ok, one person wanted a sequel. But i got inspired, ok? I was going to leave the chapters all as seperate oneshots, but i planned it out, and came up with 14 chapters, so ... i made it one story to make it easier to keep track of updates.

I'm sorry to anyone who is confused. For the record, this is "The French Plait Series" with the seperate oneshots as chapters. One big story. Just so everyone knows.

I've read a total of 2 stories in which Vicka does a Ginny and turns up in front of Teddy in her PJ's. So i was creative (so i like to think) and wrote the conversation after.

I hope you liked, reviews appriciated, until next time-

-Moon. : D