I know it's a very short story, I might add bits to it, but I hope you all enjoyed it. Please R+R, you now how much every little helps! Xxx

It was a wet day like every other day of the week. Everyone was snuggled up inside all crowding around the warm blue flames of the fire. Victoire thought it was funny because it was the same colour as Teddy's hair. Whenever she thought about it she would burst out into a fit of laughter, which would make Teddy's hair change to pink.

No one in the burrow were to upset about the weather, they all had something to do. Ron and Hermione were copped up on the tatty couch next to the fire cuddled together. They seemed to act like they were seventeen again. Even though Victoire was only four she loved to watch love, watch the world go by.

After thinking about it she went up to Teddy and asked "do you only get married if your best friends? Like Uncle Ron and Auntie Hermione? They were best friends and they got married!"

Of course Teddy wasn't really paying attention he just kept on playing with his plastic figurines of quidditch players, however, he still looked at her. "I guess so. Harry and Ginny were best friends as well. I never really thought about it. I wonder if my parents were…" Teddy tried not to burst into tears, but he started to choke.

Victoire turned to face Harry and Ginny. They were talking around the dinning table, Ginny in Harry's arms. Harry placed his free hand on Ginny's belly stroking the bump. She couldn't wait for a little baby cousin. That's another thing she started to think about, do you only have children if you're married?

She turned back to Teddy who was back to playing with his figurines. "Does it mean we'll get married? We're best friends, we could have babies as well. Live in a big mansion by the sea and have two dogs, three cats, two bunnies, one phoenix and one griffin! Wouldn't it be lovely?"

"Ouuu. I'm not going to marry anyone!" Victories' eyes started to water, Teddy didn't like it when she cries. "I mean I'm sure it would be wonderful!" Of course Victoire liked what he said and folded her arms with pride.

Once dinner was over and all of the adults were around the fire, laughing, cracking open another bottle of red currant rum. Molly was tucking Victoire into bed and started doing 'this little goblin did this' to each of her toes.

"Ahhhh, Victoire what lovely feet you have! I might have to marry them!" Molly said continuing to tickle Victoire's feet.

Victoire tried to gasp for air when she finally did she sat up straight and said, "you can't marry my feet, nanny, because I'm marrying Teddy!"

"Oh really. Well Teddy is a very lucky man and you are a very tired little witch, who is about to go to sleep!" Molly leant into kiss Victoire on the forehead. Victoire nestled her head into her pillow and began to drift of into a peaceful sleep.