"All I Want For Christmas"
Disclaimer: Nuh uh.
A/N: Written for the prompt of "mistletoe"! This is my first Teddy/Victoire, so please be nice... Should take place around Victoire's fourth year.
"For the last time, Victoire, I did not arrange for this to happen!" Teddy Lupin exclaimed, his face red with anger at her accusation.
"Oh yes," she rolled her eyes, "and the mistletoe just appeared out of no where on top of us."
Teddy glared at the woman in front of him. Of all times to be difficult, she had to choose now, when he had an upcoming Quidditch match with Slytherin in half an hour.
Victoire glared back unwaveringly.
"Hey, look." Maybe a softer, nicer approach would work with her? "Victoire, I have a Quidditch match coming up. Let's just, you know, get this done with and leave, okay?"
"No."
Bloody stubborn wrench.
"Victoire, please…" Maybe she wanted him to beg?
"Which part of 'no' do you not understand?" She turned away from him and crossed her arms.
"Come on, I really don't have time for this!" Was he that repelling? "Professor Neville will have my neck if I'm not there! Come on, Victoire!"
"No, Teddy, I can't."
"Why can't you?"
"I… You don't understand."
"I'd be a genius if I could," Teddy mumbled under his breath. "Victoire, I beg of you. It's just a kiss."
"It's not just a kiss. It's my first kiss, Teddy." A rosy blush tinted her cheeks. "It's supposed to be special and it's supposed to feel right and make me tingle and make my toes curl and…and… And it's not supposed to be the result of a prank you play. I don't want my first kiss to be like that."
Oh.
Oh.
Teddy blinked. This was awkward. Terribly, horribly awkward.
What was he supposed to do?
"Victoire. I, uh, know that I might not match up to your version of a perfect first kiss, but I… I'll try. That is, uh, if you let me?" His palms were starting to get a little sweaty. He was suddenly aware of their proximity and the relentless beating of his heart. Oh, the awkwardness between them. Damn it all.
He wondered if it were a sign to tell him that he was falling in love with Victoire, (if so it would be just like how his Uncle George described), or it he were just experiencing a bout heart attack. Rather great timing too.
When she nodded slowly, he let out a sigh of relief.
And then he kissed her. He kissed her with everything he had in him, trying desperately to make this kiss — her first kiss, their first kiss— perfect.
Well, if not perfect, then at least bloody good.
He was shocked when she pushed him away, mid-kiss.
"Teddy!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"Huh?"
"Quidditch match in fifteen minutes?" She laughed.
"Screw Quidditch, I'd rather stay here with you," he pulled her closer to him, "They'd have a reserve player for me. Who in their right minds would arrange for a pre-Christmas Quidditch match anyway?"
"No, you must go! We're sure to lose without you there," she protested, pushing him away again.
"But… We'll continue this later?"
She smirked. "If Gryffindor wins."