A/N: I don't really understand how to format stories etc on here, so sorry about that!

Teddy went out in the yard, trying to find some peace and quiet but finding Victoire instead. "What are you doing out, at this hour?" he asked, trying to sound relaxed.

"Couldn't sleep," she said simply, and Teddy could sense that no further response would be forthcoming.

"Yeah," Teddy replied, adding, "neither could I.. Tend to get pretty restless on the night of a full moon, actually."

She smiled, because so did she, but she didn't say anything. Sometimes when Victoire was lost in thought, she would squint her eyes, pout her lips and tilt her head downwards - like she was doing now. It made her look sweet and vulnerable, Teddy thought, and thought it was different from her usual demeanor, she appeared somehow more like herself. But then... his thoughts were getting all jumbled again.

Being restless on full moons was something of a tradition in her household, Victoire thought. Her calm, sweet father would grow a temper the size of a giant when the full moon came out, and somehow the family had had to adapt around him. Her family co-existed well till that time of the month, when they slammed doors and didn't talk. At least, in retrospect, it was nice to have a father who could relate to PMS. She looked to Teddy to see if he got like her father - pale, ragged, anxious - and found that, though his eyes were weary and his breathing tired, his main focus seemed to be herself. There was a wolf cry in the distance.

Teddy took a deep breath and clenched the black railing of the gate, his knuckles going white. Teddy's sudden unsteadiness frightened Victoire. "Teddy, are you alright?" She asked, her voice unsteady and anxious. It seemed almost like an epileptic fit or something. He mumbled something in the affirmative, but his physical condition disagreed.

Teddy's breathing was haggard, and he moved to sit down. His heart was beating too fast, and everything was too loud - the crickets in the grass, the cicadas in bushes, the owl in the tree, and the wolf - it was like he could hear it breathing a mile away. Yet over all of this, Victoire's voice became loudest, laced with concern and closeness. His bones ached so much and his senses were so overpowering that he nearly cowered when she moved to help him sit, but he didn't flinch- because even in this sensory chaos he knew this was the first time she'd looked twice at him.

Victoire felt helpless. She could tell these were side effects of his werewolf blood, partly from common sense and partly because her father had a somewhat similar reaction... but her father's sickness wasn't exactly the same, and her maman had always been there when her father was at his worst. And so here was Teddy, clearly suffering, and she couldn't do anything. It took her a few moments before she thought to yell for help, and even then - even then, she realized, the first person she thought to call was Teddy. Teddy was always cool in the midst of a crisis - but in this moment, Teddy was the crisis.

Instead, she began to call for her Aunt Hermione, or rather, screamed for her. Her Aunt and Uncle came barreling down the stairs, searching for the source of the yells. When they found the two teens, each adult immediately set to work - they clearly knew the drill. Here they were, two thirds of The Golden Trio, THE veterans of the war. Of course they knew what to do! Why hadn't she yelled for them right away? Why did it take her minutes to call for help? As the two adults soothed Teddy with aromatic healing herbs and spells, Victoire was left to stand a few feet away, cursing herself and whimpering. She knew it would all work out, yet all she could think about was if it had been the other way round, Teddy would have known what to do right away. Teddy would have saved her immediately or called for help. Teddy would have saved her.

And she realized, up until now, she'd hardly known herself or Teddy at all.

Fred and Victoire came out of their first year at Hogwarts as very good friends. In fact, they spent entirely too much time together, as far as Teddy was concerned. Every time he visited the Weasleys, anytime one of them was around, the other was too. Teddy thought that Victoire would think he was cool for being older and more knowledgeable as her senior at Hogwarts. Instead, she'd taken to ignoring him whenever possible.

He and his grandmother visited the Burrow one afternoon in July, on the day of a full moon no less, and Teddy was feeling very testy. Uncle Bill had told the kids to go play quidditch in the garden, and Victoire, Dominique, Fred and Teddy had rushed outside, only to remember there were only 3 brooms that day.

"These are our brooms," Dominique said. "You'll have to sit out."

Teddy knew she'd said this first, because otherwise as the youngest she could have first to get the boot. "They aren't yours, and we can switch. I haven't gotten to play quidditch with any of you all summer!"

"Just admit it - you mean you haven't gotten to play quidditch with Victoire all summer." Fred said, quite amused.

"N-No! That's not what I mean!" Teddy said (protesting too much). "I'm sick of getting last choice. I'm the oldest."

"Oh, come on!" Fred egged. "You fancy her, you know it!"

Teddy tried to protest, but he was blushing from ear to ear.
"Look here!" Victoire shouted, breaking up the boys. "Teddy just get over yourself! You're boring and lame and I'm not interested in guys who follow me around just because they can't get over the Veela, SO SOD OFF!"

With that she threw her broom down and marched back to the house.

She was kicking on the grass on pitch, walking in circles, looking like she was going crazy. I wanted to go down to talk to her, but she'd gotten short with me for doing it before. She'd tell me I'd scared her, that I was being nosy... She'd never admit that she just wanted to be alone.

Maybe she didn't know. You come from a family as big and overwhelming as hers and maybe you don't even know that you're allowed to want to be alone. I mean, she and Fred were my closest friends, so even I couldn't escape the Weasleys.

I sat in the stands instead of approaching her, and observed. It was late and I was worried she'd lose track of time and get caught out after curfew. Not that I'd tell her to go in if she did... But I'd walk her back to the castle. On full moons she went absent minded as all get out, and restless too. She was always begging Fred to schedule practices for full moons, but then she'd be cross all through practice.

The only person she didn't mind talking to on full moons was Victoire, but her sister was on prefect rounds tonight, so Dom was left kicking turf, and I was left watching Dom.

Louis was so disquieted that he wandered all the way up to the owlery, and then spent a good ten minutes just kicking the wall and yelling out curses, making all the owls rather disgruntled. Once his foot began to hurt he quieted down, but he still wanted to kick things.

The night was quiet and cool, and he couldn't stand it. He stared up at the stars, and the full moon, and he couldn't stand them either. Why couldn't his sixth year just be over? Why was Hugo always studying? Why was Scorpius being so mopey? Why was today making him so, so angry? So angry he wanted to tear the world to pieces. Why did he have to spend all of Potions watching some gryffindor chat her up? Why...

was he in love with her?