A/N: Credz to mew-tsubaki that founded this pairing. I don't own HP.
Utter madness
Lysander spotted her, sitting away from all of the other teenagers. On a stone seat he hadn't noticed before. Gosh, sometimes he wondered if he didn't inherit all of his mother's characteristics. But, then again, she would've noticed it. He thought of the scene he'd seen only a week ago, the one in Potions class, where all the boys learned not to mess with Victoire Weasley.
Lysander crossed the grass to her side. He made a proposition to her.
Victoire didn't know what to say. Here stood Lysander, two inches away from her, an answer eagerly awaited by him.
"Well?"
"Lysander… you can't possibly be serious?"
Lysander frowned. "No… that would be your cousin. James Sirius Potter."
Victoire rolled her eyes in annoyance – the pun was certainly overused. Her uncle Harry had told her that James' two namesakes often punned the name 'Sirius' – and true enough, it was getting rather old.
"So, what do you say?"
"About what?" She asked, flipping an annoying strand of hair behind her ear. Lysander followed her movements with his eyes before returning them to her eyes.
"Being my date for Valentines day, you ninny." He said, widening his eyes in exasperation.
"Ly, it's the day before, what makes you think I don't already have a date?" She demanded, a tad put off by his attitude.
"Maybe because you don't?" He said, rather stupidly. "I've been listening to the boys – and they all stay clear of you after the, um… incident." He put air quotes around the last word.
She glowered at him. Of course he was referring to her mental breakdown a month ago in the Potions lab.
She had failed, yet again, at brewing the perfect potion… and professor Slughorn was ranting about it. That there was the problem – Slughorn never ranted. He put up his nose, cast disappointing (and the odd disgusted) looks at them, he tutted quietly and showed his disapproving nature by never saying it, but by the various looks he had learned over the years. He even cast his students the trademark Snape sneer from now and then. A difficult feat in itself. But he'd yelled at her. Called her a 'waste of space' and a 'good for nothing potioneer'. Not that she disagreed, but he had absolutely no right to yell at her like that. So, she stood up calmly, picked up her chair, and threw it at him. After which she picked up her bag, gathered her books and left the classroom, sending a scalding look Slughorn's way. She was part veela after all, and she was known for her temper, and the odd fireballs she formed from time to time.
Slughorn stayed completely clear of her station now.
"Who's to say someone hasn't asked me?"
"No one has." Lysander said, pursing his lips. "Trust me."
She narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean? Am I not good enough to date?"
"Hush up, Vic, of course you're good enough to date." He said. "I'm just asking you to spend the day with me. You might as well – the other guys just want to shag you."
"And you don't?"
He grinned a mischievous grin. "Not yet, anyways."
"Lysander, are you admitting to liking me?"
"Perhaps." He shrugged. "So?"
She gathered her book and parchment. "See you, Ly."
She walked past him, her blonde hair whipping him deliberately. He shook his head silently, amused at her attitude. Why did she have to be so stunningly salient?
. . .
"Morning, Vic."
She nearly jumped out of her skin. "Ly, are you insane?"
"Slightly." He grinned, protruding a handful of butterflies from behind his back. They fluttered past her, leaving tiny butterfly kisses on her face. She giggled at the touch.
"Happy Valentine's day, Vic."
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A/N: Yes, really weird… but yeah, it fits me. Please review. Especially you, mew!