A/N: I was explaining the idea of a prompt fic to my friend at work and he insisted I write one based on prompts he gave me. I was just going to make it something with all OC's and not post it on here since really he's just concerned he, personally, gets some entertainment. Then I figured why not just make it Teddy/Victoire and post it here anyway! :D So here's my very first prompt fic.

This will not be in chronological order! I'll write whatever idea comes to me per prompt, regardless the age at the time.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from the Harry Potter world. And I don't own the prompt ideas; those belong to this complete odd ball that's called Brandon, even though I constantly call him Brian instead. :P

Chapter 1: Sale
Ages 21 and 19

"Vic, I'm beginning to think you have a shopping problem," Teddy said seriously, pacing back and fourth in front of a very sullen looking Victoire.

"But Teddy-" she began to protest.

"No Vic. All you do is spend, spend and spend. How are we ever going to get married and get out of this flat if we don't both work to save the money for it?"

"I've wanted one of these for so long though Teddy!" she defended.

"I know, but there's several things I want that I don't ever get to buy!" he said getting loud.

He couldn't understand why she always thought it was okay to buy something just because she wanted it. It was like he was the only one who was taking their financial future seriously. They had just recently gotten engaged and were holding off on setting the wedding date until they had the money to afford to live a married life. And yet here she was, buying endless amounts of decorations, clothes, accessories, shoes and Merlin only knows what else. It really struck a nerve with him that she wasn't making the same effort as him. Didn't she want to be able to get married?

"Teddy?" she asked quietly.

"I'm going out for a walk Victoire. I'll be back in a bit," he answered, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

Teddy was much calmer when he entered the flat an hour later.

"I'm home!" he called out to her.

"Vic?" he called again when she didn't answer.

He searched their small flat only to find her not there. He was close to freaking out when he discovered half her stuff missing from their closet and dresser. She wasn't leaving him right? He hoped she wouldn't leave him over something as simple as a little disagreement! He'd spent the rest of his life in this bloody flat if it meant she wouldn't leave him! He quickly, and easily, made up his mind to go after her and was gone in seconds.

"Mr. Weasley?" he called knocking on the door to Victoire's childhood home. "Mr. Weasley are you here?"

"Coming!" he heard moments before the door was opened. "What are you doing here Teddy?"

"I need to talk to Victoire," he said in a slightly desperate tone. "Is she here?"

"You just missed her," he said, raising an eyebrow at his future son-in-law's odd behavior.

"Do you know when she'll be back? Or where she went?"

"She went to Percy's I believe," Bill replied, his eyebrows raising even further at the panicked look on the boy's face. "Are you okay Teddy?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine! I need to find her though." And with out so much as a good bye, Teddy was gone again.

"Mr. Weasley?" he called, again, knocking on the door before him. This time it opened much sooner though.

"Teddy?" asked a confused Audrey Weasley.

"Mrs. Weasley, please, I need to talk to Victoire."

"Okay," she said slowly. "Why are you here then?"

"Her dad said she was coming here."

"Well, I'll check with Molly or Lucy then. I've only just gotten home. You can come wait inside."

"Okay, but hurry please, this is an emergency."

Audrey nodded, wondering what could be so important, and took off to find her daughters.

"I'm sorry Teddy," she said returning to the front door, "but they said she left about ten minutes ago."

"Great," Teddy groaned. "Do you know if they knew where she was going?"

"They aren't certain, but think she mentioned something about seeing Roxy."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley!" he called, already out the door.

By the time he was outside the door to their flat again he was a wreck. He'd been to George's, Ron's and Harry's with no luck; each time he had just missed her. He was sure he'd start crying by the time that he left Harry's house. How he managed not to is beyond him. He'd chased Victoire down from house to house, coming up empty each time. Was she that unwilling to give up unnecessary shopping that she didn't want anything to do with him anymore? Just because he gave her a hard time about it? Was shopping that important to her? He didn't care anymore; he just wanted his Vic back.

As he stumbled his way in to the flat he carelessly shrugged of his jacket, which landed in a heap on the floor, and made his way through the dark flat to the small kitchen. He made up a sandwhich and poured a glass of ice water before walking in to the living room to sit and eat. When he turned on the light he promptly dropped his plate and glass. Victoire came back! She was asleep on the couch; well she had been asleep on the couch.

"Teddy?" she asked sleepily, sitting up a bit.

"Oh Victoire you're here," he exclaimed, holding on to her for dear life.

"Of course I am, I live here," she said as if it was obvious.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that!" he said as he kissed her all over, her cheeks, forehead, lips, nose.

"Teddy," she said worriedly, "are you alright?"

"Better then alright love, I've got you here with me again."

"Again? Teddy I never left."

"What?" Teddy asked confused. "You've been gone all night! I got back and you and half your stuff was gone!"

"Oh Teddy," she said softly, realization hitting her. "Did you think I was leaving you?"

"Well, yeah," he said, blushing as she laughed lightly.

"You'll never get rid of me that easily!"

"You were gone though!" he defends. "And your stuff! What about your stuff?"

This time she blushed and looked away. "It's gone," she whispered.

"Gone? Gone where?"

"I sold it."

"What?" he asked shocked. Victoire loved all her stuff. Why in Merlin's name would she sell it?

"I sold it. To Dom, Molly, Lucy, Roxy, Rose and Lily."

Things clicked in to place quickly for Teddy. She'd been going from Weasley to Weasley to Potter to sell her things. No wonder each of her family members looked at him as if he were mental when he showed up pounding desperately on their doorsteps. He started laughing uncontrollably.

"I'm serious Teddy!" she scolds.

"I know," he gasped out, still laughing wildly.

"Stop laughing at me," she frowned. He sobered up quickly.

"I'm not laughing at you love. I just, I thought you left me. And I chased you from relative's to relative's, always just missing you. And the whole time, you were going to come back to me."

"It's good to know you'd go looking for me if I ever left you," she smiled.

"Vic," he said suddenly serious. "I need to tell you though."

"Tell me what?"

"I love you. And if being with you forever means staying in this flat and letting you buy all the stuff you want, I'll do it in a heart beat."

"I love you too Teddy," she said with a soft smile. "We don't need to stay in the flat forever though, I made back a good chunk of money," she said eagerly, holding up a moneybag. "You should take your old clothes and sell them to the boys. I mean, the ones you don't wear anymore."

"Vic, you didn't have to sell your stuff."

"I did though," she nods. "We're trying to save money and I'm still out spending it. I needed to make more back, make it up to you."

"Love," he sighs, "I want you to take this money and go buy yourself something you really want. We'll be okay in the flat a little longer then we planned. So long as you're happy, I'm happy."

"No Teddy, this money's going in Gringotts. And that's final. I may do this more often too," she grinned suddenly. "A Weasley family sale is the best," she says jingling her moneybag. They both just laugh.

A/N: Brandon's given me ten prompts. If, after reading a few you decide you like my writing and would like to see more then just his ten, please feel free to offer me a prompt and I'll gladly write it. You can leave it in a review or PM or email me.