The color of love is blue.
This is something Victoire Weasley knows most surely. That what she feels in her heart is a blue, like the sky, beautiful and captivating and dizzying. Laced with possibilities, so many, full of happiness and laughter.
You can argue with her all you want. That red is the color of passion, the color of desire. That pink is that soft, beautiful first moment of infatuation. That yellow is the ever-long happiness. But she will tell you all the same what she firmly believes. Blue is love. It always will be.
She knows that whatever he does, he will always be that fantastic shade of turquoise. Metamorph all he wants, be his hair bright pink or his eyes sparkling green, she will always know it is him. Maybe it is the unmistakable dimples in his smile, or his carefree easygoing manner, or even the way he can make her laugh just so. But she knows whatever color his eyes are , or how his features look, she will always remember that hair.
Like the ocean at Shell Cottage, the cupcakes with the delicious frosting her Grandma Molly used to make, blue like the forget-me-not colored dress she wore to the Yule Ball, the first time that he realized that she was no longer little Toire, but a force to be reckoned with. One that could keep up with his banter and liveliness and his…him.
The color is etched into her mind forever, burned like the sun after you stare at it. It is blinding, it is beautiful, it is who he is. Everything she dreamed about when she read the princess books that Aunt Hermione gave her when she was little. Teddy is that and more, because instead of being a figment of her imagination, he is hers. And that was more than she could have ever dreamed of.
So if you ask Victoire Weasley what color love is, she will say it is a brilliant shade of turquoise.
One that only is seen in the messy tufts of Teddy Lupin's hair.