Prompt: #46 Let her sit on your lap
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Celebration (June 2016)
The Gryffindor common room was filled with the sound of raucous celebration. Choruses of toasts were being made, to Teddy, to Victoire, to the whole team. Teddy had just led the team to its third Quidditch cup in a row, Teddy's second as captain. It had been a tight match against the Ravenclaws, their offense was equally matched, even with Teddy running advanced chasing plays. In the end, it came down to who would get the snitch first. The Ravenclaw seeker was older, more experienced than Victoire, but she had the guts and the complete lack of self-preservation.
Teddy was sitting on a couch by the fire, a glass of firewhiskey in his hand, surrounded by a gaggle of admiring girls, batting their eyes and cooing over his muscles. Victoire decided to stake her claim. She pushed through the girls and sat herself sideways across Teddy's lap, propping her legs over the arm of the couch. She added a long, hard kiss for good measure. The girls grumbled and moved away to other, free targets.
"That's better," Victoire said her face still close to his.
He grinned. "You little harpy!" he said as he tickled her sides. She squealed and flailed her legs begging him to stop.
"You two are disgusting," a burly, dark-haired boy scoffed as he pushed Victoire's feet off the couch and sat down.
Teddy wrapped his arms around Victoire's waist and she rested her head on his chest. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Wood. Why don't you go find someone yourself?"
Victoire slapped Teddy's arm playfully. "Teddy, leave poor Calum alone. He's still pining after you know who."
"Am not!" Calum Wood defended. "I've moved on."
"Good. I have the perfect girl for you then." Teddy gestured to one of the girls who had previously been at his feet. "Honoria Maison is looking for company tonight. Why don't you go talk to her?"
"Fine. I will." Calum stood. Victoire saw his hands shaking a little. He hesitated a moment. "I think I need another drink first."
Teddy handed him his glass of firewhiskey. "Here you go, mate. A little liquid courage."
Calum took the drink and downed it in one gulp. He handed the empty glass back to Teddy and ran a hand through his hair before approaching the blonde in question.
"Ten sickles he strikes out," Teddy said with a smirk.
"You're on!" She giggled and kissed him again on the lips. "I can tell you who's not going to strike out tonight." She eyed him slyly. "What do you say we retreat to your private quarters, Mr. Head Boy Quidditch Captain?"