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She looked breathtaking, sitting there, her lean legs coltishly splayed out beneath her green sundress. Victoire's "Sweet Sixteen" as Aunt Hermione called it, had gone terribly wrong. Her long time boyfriend Josh Davies had broken up with her, in front of the whole room and she had left the party in tears, her elegant twist falling out, her dress rumpled, sprinting despite the height of her heels. And of course I had run out after her.

We were sitting in my Uncle Harry's driveway which looked like it always did, messy in a good way. James' various broomsticks were lying around, Lily's decapitated Barbie dolls were found near and far (she tended to get a little violent with her toys), Albus' soggy books were found in various places, including the gutters and the chimney, gardening supplies, old plates, teddy bears, nearly half the house was out here and I loved every bit of it.

Victoire was sitting in the middle of the said driveway fighting back tears.

I, Teddy Lupin, was in love with my best friend and despite the fact that I am eighteen, a right adult man who has made it through Hogwarts with flying colors I can't get the guts to say it and it makes me feel weak as little Lily Potter, weaker. If my father and mother can die for me, if my Uncle Harry can defeat Voldemort, if my Uncle Ron can face spiders, if my cousin Rosie can tell her parents she's in love with their arch enemies son, why can't I bloody tell my best friend that I love the way she smiles or her large Weasley nose and her red hair and the way she blushes and the way she laughs and the way she's always helping her little sister or the way she's always there for me? I'm such a weakling.

I was attempting to do a cartwheel but I landed on my arse making the red headed, part Veela girl sitting on the pavement roar in laughter as I picked myself up. I would've been embarrassed but I spend half my time on my bloody arse anyways. Stupid klutzy genes. If landing on my arse makes her smile then I'll fall down as many times she wants me too. I couldn't bear to see the sad expression occupying her pretty features.

"You're such a klutz Ted!"

"Hey, cut me some slack, I've only had eighteen years to learn how to do this!"

"You are a silly boy, Teddy Lupin." She smiled sadly, angling her tearstained face up to look at me.

"Why yes I am Vic, got a problem?" I chuckled, pulling her up.

"No problem, just the way I like it." She grinned, flicking her long mane of red waves over her shoulder. The air took on a certain smell that it gets right before a storm and then the sky seemed to open up, raining "cats and dogs" as Grandpa Weasley would say. I went from dry as can be to my underwear being wet in literally .4 seconds. Victoire's red waves immediately fell straight, plastered to her forehead; her dress darkened about four shades and clung to her stomach. She let out a noise as if to say "Just what I need, rain to darken my already gloomy night!" but then she let out a strangled laugh and started spinning around in her high heels, the highest pair she owned.

She was beautiful, breathtaking and mesmerizing all at once, her head angled towards the sky as the rain drops landed in fat juicy splats on her creamy skin, her dress swirled out and her arms were flung up as she laughed. She continued to hysterically giggle, catching rain drops on her tongue, her mascara running down her cheeks, her eyes closed. And then she was kicking off her shoes and crying again, just like that. Girls can be so bipolar sometimes. I mean really Vic, stop being so-OW!

"Ouch! Bloody hell!" my hands immediately went to my forehead where I felt the pain. Jeez, what was that? I hesitantly took my hands away from my face, they were covered in blood. I looked down at the ground, one dangerously high white heel. God, those things are torture objects. They could kill someone I swear. I'm so lucky I'm a guy and don't have to wear those bloody shoes. With shoes like that I wouldn't have made it past twelve, I can barely walk in sneakers.

"Teddy! I'm sorry" Victoire padded towards me, her wet dress dripping, her face a mixture of sadness, mortification, and humor all at the same time. I mean really, what type of man splits open his forehead with a high heel? How embarrassing.

"God that hurts," I winced as she wiped some blood out of my turquoise hair.

"I'm sorry," she blushed sheepishly as I took my wand out of my pocket and muttered a simple healing spell. My forehead immediately stitched back up, what can I say, I'm good with a wand, especially, my twelve inch unicorn hair, birch wand.

"So do I have a lightening bolt scar like Uncle Harry, huh?" I waggled my eyebrows at her and she grinned and shook her head.

"Come on Vic, I don't believe I got a dance with my best friend at her party." I took her hand and tugged her towards the middle of the driveway.

"I don't want to dance Teddy, I just want to cry and eat ice cream and watch soap operas ," she pouted and complained but I caught her wrist as she tried to get away.

"Oh no you don't Vic, just 'cause your scummy boyfriend broke up with you, doesn't mean I lose my fun, get your scrawny arse back here," I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her in the air, setting her bare feet back down on top of my dress shoes.

"Doesn't my boyfriend dumping me at my party in front of all my friends cut me some slack, I want comfort food!" she wriggled in my grasp.

"Nope, get over it Vic. He's stupid for breaking up with you anyways. He was the luckiest guy in the world for a whole year and now he's the stupidest guy for breaking your heart." I assured her, locking my arms firmly around her tiny waist, picking my feet up, spinning us in circles, my horrible attempt at dancing.

"Fine Teddy, I'll dance with you, but only because it's you and because I know you'll beat Josh Davies to fine pulp for me tomorrow," she grinned up at me, that grin I love so much, that sets my heart pounding madly against my chest and makes my stomach do back flips. When did I fall so helplessly in love with her?

"Course I'll pound his skull in for you, honey, that's what I'm here for, right?" I leaned my chin atop her orange tresses, moving us steadily around the driveway to the pounding of the rain, our own special background music.

"That's why I love you Teddy, that's why I love you," she murmured against my chest.

"What was that, young Victoire?" I tilted her chin up with one finger.

"I said… that's why I love you." She laughed.

"Is that the only reason why you love me?" I cocked an eyebrow at her. This wasn't anything new, I'd been telling Vic I loved her since the day she was born.

"I love everything about you Teddy," she sighed, snuggling up to my chest. "Why can't all guys be like you Teddy?"

"I'm just special." I whispered in her ear. And then just like that she had looked into my eyes, her big blue eyes, thickly fringed with dark lashes dripping with rain drops had bored into my big brown ones, proudly inherited from my father and then those big blue eyes had fluttered shut as she brought her lips to mine and I was filled with pure ecstasy. I felt like I was flying because Victoire Weasley was kissing me. And suddenly it didn't matter that my parents were dead, or that my grandma was sick, or that I can't walk for five feet without seriously injuring myself or someone else, all that mattered was that Victoire was kissing me and I was kissing her back.

We waited until it was absolutely necessary to break apart and then she grinned at me.

"You promise you'll beat him up?"

"He'll be in St. Mungo's for years."

And that is the first in the many oneshots to follow of the Harry Potter characters dancing in the rain. I hope you liked it. Next up I don't know yet......if you have suggestions do review. Um please review. You know you want to. Clickety, clickety on the review button. Please? For me? I really want.....eight reviews, reasonable? Ok. Love you guys. Over and out.