Only James knewA/N: Well, if I was J., this is how I would've written the part where James sees Teddy snogging Victoire. But I'm not J. and that means I don't own anything about this fic. :-)
James froze as he saw Teddy kissing Victoire. Kissing, in front of everyone, without caring if everyone saw. James saw. And he couldn't move. How was it happening? Teddy wasn't supposed to kiss Victoire… Teddy was supposed to kiss… James. Teddy wasn't supposed to be standing there, kissing Victoire, running his fingers through her long hair. It wasn't right.
James didn't stop to think, he walked closer and yelled: "What are you doing?" They parted and both of them seemed to be very irritated about the interruption. "What do you think we're doing", Victoire snorted and rolled his eyes. James didn't hear because he was only looking at Teddy. James wanted to pull him away from Victoire, he wanted to yell: Don't touch her! He wanted to say: You're not supposed to touch anyone besides me… James swallowed, his heart was beating hollow against his chest as he waited for Teddy to say something, anything at all. "I just came to see Victoire off. Go away, James." Go away. Was that it? Teddy wanted James to go away? James turned around and ran off because that's how had always been, trying to please Teddy every way, fulfilling every single thing he asked or didn't ask. That's how James would always be.
James got back to everyone and he breathed in and began to explain what he had just seen, without mentioning how bad it had hurt. He had no other options, he had to pretend. No one knew that when James had run away from Teddy and Victoire, with every step, his heart had shrunk. No one had to know that when James entered the train, he was wiping his eyes quickly before he turned around to smile at his parents.
