This is a new Teddy X Victoire fic.

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This Fic is for Ellie, s i l v e r a u r o r a.

Special thanks, Gregory David Roberts.

Love,

C.S.

VictoireXTeddy

She wasn't in love with him.

As Victoire sat quietly in the realms of darkness, her blond hair illuminated by the moonlight, she thought about him. She was doing that a lot ever since he had fallen in love with someone else.

Teddy had always been her close friend, someone very special to her. When she was little, she had taken it for granted that he was hers. They were perfect together. But she wasn't little anymore just like he wasn't hers anymore, not even in her own mind.

She remembers being jealous of her own cousin sister Lily back then and even now. Lily was little, but she was so free with him, so open, something Victoire had never been able to achieve. Each time she saw the genuine smile, reserved only for Lily, lighting up Teddy's face, she felt her insides burn.

Jealousy can raise the dead with a single spiteful taunt or hate a perfect stranger for nothing more than the sound of her name.

She still remembers her first kiss. It was with Teddy. They were just sitting in her room, not even talking. She had turned around to ask him something, when all of a sudden he had brought his lips on hers. It was awkward at the very least, but it was sweet and she liked it, especially the chocolaty taste of his mouth.

Soon, the kisses became a routine; when they met, when they departed, when they won and when they lost.

She reckoned they would stop now that he had a girlfriend.

Victoire stifled a sob. She wouldn't cry, not for him, never for him. She was proud of being strong willed, she was a Weasely in the end, and Weasely's don't cry.

Victoire took a deep breath and brushed away the lock of hair from her eyes. She would forget her feelings for him, if teddy could so could she!

PIT PAT, even before the familiar footsteps were heard, Victoire knew who it was. His scent always filled the air, whenever he entered a room. It was sweet and musky, a perfect combination of his aftershave and his sweat.

"Vic" Teddy called out to her solitary figure. She stiffened but didn't turn, not that she used to and so he settled down beside her.

Both unmoving, both mute. She kept her gaze on the moon and he kept his on her.

Generally that would have been perfect for them. They loved their relationship that way- just there. But they knew this wasn't generally, things had changed and so the silence was broken. Teddy was the one to admit defeat.

"Vic" Teddy said, gently brushing away the single strand of hair from her eyes.

Victoire didn't flinch, she remained impassive.

"Vic" Teddy tried again, " I…I am..sorry".

"About what Ted? You haven't done anything wrong".

Teddy didn't like that; he wanted a reaction out her. Anything, she should hit him, hurt him, shout at him, but this aloofness was unbearable.

"You are..fine with me and…El?"

"Yes, she is a nice girl I reckon"

And she was, probably one of the nicest Victoire had met, which made it all the more difficult to hate her.

"Vic, you will still remain my best friend. Forever", Teddy smiled, his fingers intertwined with hers.

"I know Teddy" Victoire smiled, ever so slightly.

It was late, they knew it, if they were caught their Hogsmeade trip would be cancelled but Teddy had already promised Ellie for a date and so he got up.

Victoire hesitated, "Do you…do you love her?"

Teddy looked at her, his brown eyes boring into her blue ones.

"Yes", he finally replied and walked away, they both knowing that, that word had changed everything. There was no more a Teddy and Victoire, there was a Teddy and there was a Victoire but Teddy and Victoire was gone.

There is love and there is the idea of love, but the problem is, both the concepts hurt like hell.

Finally Victoire let her mask of impassivity slip. She was a Weasely but she was a human too, and so she cried, one last time for Teddy.

Because she knew she wasn't in love with him but it still hurt.

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Love,

C.S.