"Teddy?" she called from her window at the top Shell Cottage. "What on earth are you doing here? It's 3 in the morning!" she hissed, obviously upset at him. "I told you I didn't want to see you again," she spat venomously at the metamorphagus that stood below her window.
He ran a hand through his hair before responding, "Vic..I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, but…I've realized something…" he called up to her, pulling out his wand and levitating himself up to her window. "Can I come in?" he asked gingerly. She huffed and nodded angrily, storming over to her bed and sitting down on the edge of it, glaring at him.
"Victoire.." he started, avoiding meeting her glare. "I'm in love with you," he finished, still looking everywhere but her eyes. He couldn't believe that after 17 years, he was finally admitting this to her.
After a moment of hearing nothing, he built up the courage to look her in the eyes, "Vic?" he asked the girl, who was now staring at him, eyes wide in shock.
{{A/N: Want to see this scene play out? Keep reading, this will be in the last chapter :P}}
Summer was drawing to a close at Shell Cottage and the three Weasley children were preparing to go back to school; Louis into his first year, Dominique into her fourth, and Victoire into her seventh. The three of them had gotten their school letters that morning and Bill and Fleur had taken their two younger children to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies. However, the eldest daughter still hadn't opened up her letter. "Come on Vic! Open it!" her sister had urged her, but the elder blonde had merely shaken her head.
"I can't, I promised Teddy that we'd open ours together," she had explained and the younger girl had nodded in understanding.
"Vic, do you love Teddy?" came another voice; her 11 year old brother. She had been taken aback by his question.
"As my best friend, yes. But not as anything more," she replied, a bit surprised that Louis had asked such a thing. She silently cursed herself for that answer though; she had lied. The answer was yes, she did love Teddy Lupin.
On the other side of England in a small cottage concealed by a thickly wooded forest was Teddy Lupin. He lived alone with only his grandmother to keep him company, which was why he was usually at Shell Cottage or at the Potter's house. This particular morning, he was alone, as his grandmother Andromeda was at work. He had woken up early to the sound of a hooting owl tapping on his window. He got up and pulled open the window, allowing the large tawny owl to come into the house and perch on his desk. He had grabbed the envelope from its talons and turned it over to see the back. His stomach had done a flip when he saw that it was addressed to him from Hogwarts. He was going into his seventh year and he had been a prefect last year; meaning he had a good shot at becoming Head Boy this year.
He sighed and thought of Victoire. She always managed to steal his thoughts away, no matter what he was doing. She was beautiful, perfect, funny, sweet…and she was his best friend. He shouldn't be having these feelings for her and he knew that, but he was. It was in secret though, she would never know, that way they could still be best friends. He wouldn't ever do anything to jeopardize their friendship; nothing was worth losing her. And this year was going to be their last and best year yet, as long as they were both heads. They'd both been prefects, meaning they both had a shot at being Head Boy and Head Girl, which was what they wanted. What a disappointment it would be if he didn't get Head Boy and Victoire got Head Girl, or the other way around. He would be heartbroken if they weren't chosen together to be heads; they had planned their final year at Hogwarts together since they were 8 years old. They were both going to be heads and they would live together in the Head dormitories and study together and be best friends forever. He didn't want to ruin that friendship by not being chosen as Head Boy and Girl together. He shuddered at the thought of her living in those dorms with another boy, it made him sick to think about it.
That was also why he had promised that they would open their letters together, to find out together.
He was snapped out of his train of thoughts by a soft hoot of the owl as it flew outside, most likely to go find something to eat or to stretch it's wings. Teddy looked down at the letter in his hands and smiled, grabbing his wand of the table and hurrying to the fireplace, clutching his wand and letter in one hand and grabbing some floo powder in the other. He stepped into the fireplace and without hesitation, he flooed to Shell Cottage; the home of his best friend.
The fireplace roared and a bright green flame shot through it, signaling the arrival of somebody by floo and startling Victoire. She clutched her wand to her side, waiting until the smoke cleared so that she could see who had arrived, for she hadn't been expecting anybody.
The stone-cold expression melted away from her face and was replaced with a grin as a familiar tourquoise haired boy stepped out of the fireplace. "Teddy!" she exclaimed, throwing her wand onto the coffee table and running at Teddy, enveloping him in a hug. He grinned and hugged her back, being careful not to drop his letter. "What are you doing here?" she asked as she pulled out of the hug and stood in front of him, eyeing him quizzically. He held his letter up in front of him before he spoke.
"Because I got this. We promised we'd open these together, remember?" he said, hoping that she hadn't forgotten and opened hers. Victoire grinned from ear to ear and turned to the table, picking her own unopened letter up and holding it in front of her.
"I remember, that's why I haven't opened mine either," she stated with a smile. She strode over to the couch and sat down, Teddy following close behind and taking a seat next to her, turning to face her. She was biting her lip and looking back at him nervously. She looked so beautiful when she was worried; that was all he could think about. He used every ounce of self control he had to prevent himself from pulling her to him and kissing her right there. He cleared his throat and pulled his eyes away from hers, looking down at his letter.
"Well, are you ready to open them?" he asked, trying to hide his own nervousness.
"Teddy.." she began in a small voice. "What if we aren't chosen together? We'll still be best friends right?" she asked in a tone of innocence. He looked at her, taken aback by the fact that she'd been worried about them not being friends if they weren't chosen together.
"Vic, don't worry, you're my best friend. You always will be. Whether or not we're chosen to be Heads together doesn't matter," he said, smiling caringly at her. She smiled back weakly and nodded.
"Then I'm ready. On the count of three," she said. He confirmed by nodding. "One…two…three," she said. The two of them tore open their envelopes the second that the word 'three' left her lips, each one reaching inside the package and turning to one another before pulling out their hands and revealing the contents of each of their letters.