Because in my head, Teddy grows up to be a huge hipster. Haha ;)
I expect this'll just be a one-shot :) I don't own any part of HP.
Also this probably has a ton of errors timeline-wise, please point out any you find?
Teddy was lounging on the carpet, scribbling furiously in a moleskine notebook when Victoire came in. His hair was the shade of deep thought.
They were all staying at the Weasley's for the summer holidays. Victoire was fifteen and Teddy didn't make any sense to her. He kept doing wierd things, like kissing her in train stations and then not talking to her for months on end. He spent too much time trying to play the guitar and wearing strange things.
Today, for example, he was wearing sunglasses on his head even though it was raining and a thick blue striped jumper even though it was atleast twenty five degrees outside.
He looked up and noticed her, and snapped the notebook shut.
"Victoire! What are you doing here?" He said, running a hand through his hair (which was attempting to shift into a honey colour).
"...Me and Ginny were doing some baking- she told me to ask if you wanted any? Eveyrone's down there." She asked quietly. "Was I disturbing you? Sorry."
"Oh, no, it's fine," He said with what he hoped was a friendly smile. The truth was that she was so beautiful he didn't want to look at her. "I think I'll just stay here."
Victoire came and sat next to him. "I haven't spoken to you for ages."
Teddy smiled again. He really was no good at small talk. "I know."
"What are you writing?"
"It's, er, a drawing, actually. It's not finished." He hoped she wouldn't ask to see it.
"Oh. Okay." She seemed to take the hint and didn't press further, just looking down at his forearms sticking out from the thick jumper. "I'll see you later."
Teddy made a small, slightly strangled sound and made a move to stop her standing up, taking her hand and pulling her towards him- her strawberry blonde hair falling into her face and her expression of hesitation was the cutest thing he'd ever witnessed. He leaned in and kissed her on the side of the mouth.
Victoire smiled triumphantly as his eyes melted into liquid amber. She kissed him again, insistently, gripping his hair (she didn't even notice what colour it went).
This isn't really relevant, but has anyone heard of Tom Milsom? Blue hair? Non?
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