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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling of course

I was sitting on the window seat in the lounge room of the Burrow sipping on a mug of hot chocolate, with the loud chatter of the Weasley/Potter clan in the kitchen behind me, as I watched the Weasley cousins playing out in the orchard. It seemed that James was conducting a new round of Quidditch, organizing his cousins into teams. But the one person that caught my eye was Victoire, standing in the background as she observed her younger cousins, a small smile playing on her lips.

I watched her almost hungrily as the light breeze caught in her pale golden hair sending it flying out gracefully before settling down her slender back. Her skin was drinking in the sunlight, further enhancing the silvery glow she radiated.

I shook myself out of my reverie, scolding myself for allowing those kinds of thoughts to run amok through my mind about my best friend. I don't know what had changed this summer, but all of a sudden it was like I had really noticed Vic. Sunday lunches at the Burrow were spent avoiding spending time alone with her because I was so frightened I'd do something stupid to indicate something inside of me had changed.

Sure I had always known she was pretty, being an eighth Veela and all, but it was like my mind had finally made the connection that she was a girl, and a stunningly beautiful girl at that. A beautiful girl I was not related to, despite Harry raising me as a part of the Potter/Weasley family. I think it was the realization that we weren't related that really made me feel anxious around her recently. I sighed and ran a hand through my bright turquoise hair hoping no one had noticed the faint pink that had begun to creep through it which only appeared whenever I thought of Vic in that way.

I had been so caught up in staring at Victoire that I hadn't noticed her turning her head in my direction until it was too late.

As her eyes locked with mine, I felt my cheeks rise with heat at being caught so blatantly staring at her. I hope she didn't notice my embarrassment, or the staring for that matter.

Too late, she was raising her eyebrows in question at my dishevelled state and I tried to look calm as I gave her, what I hoped to be, my normal grin, and gently shook my head indicating that it was nothing. I hoped I had done enough for her not to ask me about my curious behaviour later on.

She had turned back to watching her cousins and I couldn't help but sit there staring at her a little longer. I was so consumed with watching her that I didn't notice I had company.

"Ahem!"

I jumped about a mile in the air, sending my hot chocolate all over myself and the window seat as I whirled around to find Harry standing there giving me a knowing grin.

"Dad! You scared the living daylights out of me!" I squeaked, trying to bring my accelerating heart back to normal.

"Yeah I noticed," Harry laughed. "That's not the only thing I noticed though .. care to share Teddy?" he said, his eyebrows raised.

"Uh .. share what?" My heart rate was far from slowing down, and I hoped Harry bought the feigned look of confusion I was trying to adopt, though I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going on. There was very little I could hide from my adopted father.

To my immense relief he didn't pursue the topic, instead laughing and helping me clean up the mess I had made.

Though I wasn't related by blood to the Weasley/Potter family, I felt completely at home with them, since Harry, my godfather, made sure I had some sort of family after both my parents had died in the Wizarding war when I was just a few months old. Harry knew what it was like first-hand to grow up without parents, and though I didn't blame him, I knew he blamed himself for the deaths of my parents. For as long as I could remember, Harry had been there for me from the very beginning, basically making himself my adopted father, and I could never be more grateful to him for everything he had done for me.

It was because of him that I now sat at the Burrow's dining table, surrounded by people who treated me like family, and who I knew loved me like family. James was on my left trying to grab everything within reach before everything ran out. I laughed as he slipped on his chair and almost went face first into the baked potatoes, which unfortunately didn't go unnoticed by his mother.

"James! Haven't I told you enough times, to ask if you want something! You don't have to kneel on your chair grabbing everything within reach like it's all going to be gone within the next few seconds! I swear you take after your Uncle Ron too much" Ginny scolded James, with a pointed look at Ron who was oblivious to his sister's comment as he was doing exactly what James had been doing - grabbing everything within reach.

I laughed quietly to myself at this exchange, but abruptly stopped as a hand grabbed my shoulder. It was Victoire, steadying herself as she sank into the spot on my right, flashing me a brilliant smile. I attempted to look nonchalant as I smiled back at her, but inside I was panicking that she would ask me about earlier. It would do no good for our friendship if she found out I had been having none too innocent thoughts about her recently. But I needn't have worried. Sunday lunch at the Burrow was always a fiasco, with everyone talking over each other to try and be heard over the noise.

Later that evening I had been getting a glass of water in the kitchen when Victoire cornered me.

"Teddy?" said a melodic voice behind me, one that I recognized instantly.

I sighed inwardly, there was no way I could escape from her now. Turning slowly I tried to appear casual to give her less to ask me about.

"Hey Vic, what's up?" I said as nonchalantly as I could, sipping on my glass of water.

"You know, you've been acting awfully strange this summer," she said just as nonchalantly back. Vic was always straight to the point, and it was times like these that I hated her for it.

"Oh have I?" I asked in an unusually high voice. I cleared my throat hoping it would go back to normal.

She was giving me a strange look and I was doing everything I could to avoid her gaze.

"Teddy, you won't even look at me. Did I do something wrong?" she asked with a frown.

"What? No!"

"Then what's up with you?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's up with me. I'm just worried about Quidditch this year that's all."

She snorted at my lame excuse.

"Really Teddy? That doesn't explain why you've been acting weird around me all summer! At first I thought it was just a one off thing but you've been doing it for weeks now!" Vic exclaimed, frustration starting to seep into her voice.

I opened my mouth to respond, quickly trying to rack my brain for a better excuse, but suddenly we were interrupted by Harry walking in saying "Teddy get ready to leave soon, Lily's fallen asleep so –", completely oblivious to the awkwardness between Vic and I, until he looked up into our faces.

"oh whoops I'll just –" he said and walked back out without finishing his sentence.

I ran a hand through my messy hair and turned back to Vic who was staring determinedly at me. At times like this I really wished she wasn't so stubborn.

"Well? Honestly Teddy did you expect me to buy that? I know it takes more than quidditch to put your wand in a knot." She was saying.

"Oh come on Vic, I'm in final year as well so I'm obviously stressed about my NEWTS coming up which means I'm going to have trouble balancing my time with study and practice and all and if you want the truth I'm just really upset that my parents aren't here to watch me graduate and will you please just drop it and try to understand?" I said in a rush, instantly feeling guilty for pulling out the "my parents are dead" card, but I was desperate for her to just drop the subject and stop prodding me otherwise I would do something stupid that I'd regret for the rest of my life. Like kiss her.

Woah where did that thought come from?!

But it worked, her face visibly softened and she placed a hand on my arm and said quietly "oh Teddy I'm so sorry. I know that I really don't have any idea how you're feeling right now but I'm here to talk if you need it okay? What are best friends for right?" she said with a small smile trying to see if she could tug a smile out of me too.

Yeah best friends. That's all we'll ever be, I thought to myself wryly. But I pushed that out of my mind and gave her a strained smile back trying to hide the sinking feeling in my chest.

AN: I hope you enjoyed my first chapter! Any reviews good/bad are welcome! (not too bad hopefully)