For the Album Challenge (REVIVED)
1. Life in Technicolour
Teddy was floating on air. It had taken him a whole year to pluck up the courage to ask Victoire out, and, to his delight, she'd said yes! He'd gotten close to asking her out when they'd gone to the World Cup with Ginny and Harry that Summer, but he'd gotten too tongue-tied. But she'd mentioned being bored - it was snowing and cold, too cold to go to Hogsmeade - and then somehow, the words had tumbled out of his mouth and they'd rushed to the Hufflepuff common room, Victoire mumbling something about doing her hair, Teddy going to change out of his robes.
And then - and then - they'd gone to Hogsmeade. Teddy expected her to suggest Madam Malkin's, but no, the fourteen year old stayed quite, and merely grinned when he suggested the Three Broomsticks.
They'd gone inside, and ordered - Victoire, a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and Teddy, a small butterbeer - and then leaned towards each other and realized they had absolutely no idea what to do on a date.
And then somehow - somehow - they'd bluffed their way through a conversation and sipped their drinks and realized they weren't supposed to act any particular way apart from the way they acted when they were together - they only had to act they way they acted on the holidays when they played on the beach or when they were camping at the World Cup and Victoire had started screaming because James had stolen her socks.
And so they'd talked and laughed and everything had been absolutely, completely normal until Teddy realized that he'd been holding her hand under the table the whole time and Victoire happened to notice it at the very same time he did and the whole pub had become a place of awkwardness.
And then Victoire had decided she had homework to do, stood up (Teddy stood up too, deciding to walk her out - his grandmother had drilled that much in), taken both of Teddy's hands, leaned in and kissed him (hard - he almost forgot his name) and then pulled away and left, leaving Teddy in this strange dazed state.
He'd walked outside, the glowing sun sinking behind the horizon, white snow blanketing the little village, and for Teddy, it was like everything was in technicolour. And he was floating on a cushion of air. Everything seemed more cheerful, more happy - just better. And then he saw a mane of silver-blonde hair woosh in front of him and he shook his head, tapping her on the shoulder. She turned around and her blue eyes locked on his.
"Teddy," Her voice sounded breathless. And then suddenly, Teddy felt himself go towards her, and their lips clashed again in a battle for dominance and the snow covered their hair in a blanket of white and his fingers were tangled in her hair, numb from cold. Eventually Victoire seemed to be gasping for air and she pulled away. "We should do that again. Always. Every time."
Teddy grinned. "Same time, same place, next trip?"
"Of course, Teddy Lupin, but of course."
