Prologue.
Some children are born with a certain quality that delights those around them. Teddy Lupin was one such child. Only hours after his birth, he had successfully endeared any person who had seen him—or even heard his name. As he grew older, the effect only culminated.
He became an object of infatuation. Adored by Harry, doted upon by Ginny. He was cheeky, but adorable (traits he never outgrew) and, so, his naughtiness was always dismissed. No one could resist the natural charm of the blue-haired boy.
A six-year-old Victoire stood no chance against it.
Unrequited childhood affection surfaced in the usual ways. She was content to just sit and watch him. She was in awe of every aspect of him—the fact he could change his hair or height on demand, his cool behaviour, his overall boyishness.
Teddy was haunted by the girlish crush. He found the younger girl following him incessantly. She watched him with enormous, blue eyes and trailed after him with a hopeless expression. It was as close to unrequited love as it can be at six. Occasionally, out of charity alone, he would give her the time of day. Teddy attended each of her tea parties and pretended to drink from the miniscule, plastic cups—all the while oblivious to the fact he was the guest of honour. She only ever hosted the tea parties when Teddy came over.
Still, this girlish crush only lasted a few months. Like every pretty dress she had owned, Victoire soon grew out of it.
A/N: This is not one of my better stories, and I'm in half a mind not to post it. But what the hell, I might as well. I apologise for its sloppiness.
JK Rowling can claim almost everything with exception to my OCs - and I am very fond of Krishnaa and Digby.
