Teddy and Victoire have an interesting conversation… with pomegranates. But then an argument brews, and what exactly happens when Victoire blurts something out?

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"Guess who?"

"Hi Teddy."

"Jeez Toire, at least humor me. How'd you know anyway?"

"It's that pomegranate-y smell that your hands get when you've been pigging out on pomegranates. Not to mention your fingers are stained red…"

"Pomegranate-y? Really Toire, use some Head Girl vocabulary!"

"First Teddy, why not get some Head Boy maturity? And while you're at it, don't call me Toire!"

"But Toire…"

"But Teddy-weddy…"

"Fine, you win this one."

"And exactly how many have you won?"

"Going by my count, it's about 320-230 going to me."

"Your count is always off by about 200 or so!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"I AM RIGHT! And you know it Toire!!!"

"DON"T CALL ME TOIRE!"

"Jeez, you two fight like an old married couple…"

"SHUT UP JAMES!"

"If you insist. Personally, I'd rather not be here."

"That's right James, run!"

"Really Teddy. Mind deflating your head?"

"Eurgh. What's with you today? Or more like everyday this summer!"

"Me?!?! What's with you?! At least I don't strut around Hogwarts acting all prattish just because I've got practically the whole female population swooning for me!"

"I do NOT strut. And even if I did, it's not like I'm YOU! Just have to flick my hair to have all the boys in Hogwarts, don't you?"

"That is ridiculous! You KNOW I'm part Veela!"

"And you KNOW that's what does it!"

"Does what?"

"Er—nothing."

"Tell me Teddy…"

"AGH!!! NOT THE SOFT SHINY HAIR FLIP!!!

"Soft shiny hair flip?"

"Er—uh… no! No! I said, eh… uhm… weird, whiny, ugh…"

"Teddy? Teddy are you okay?"

"Actually, no…"

"What was that?"

"No. No I am not bloody well damn it! It's you!"

"Me? But—"

"Let me finish! Yes, it's you, and your hair it's so long and soft and red, and it's your personality, and your laugh, and most of all it's your eyes… They're so bright and blue… You''re like the perfect pomegranate seed, just the perfect size, shape and taste, and a beautiful intense red…"

"What?!?! You're joking, right? I mean what have you ever saw in me, I mean, you're handsome, smart, a Quidditch player, sexy---"

…

"And you can kiss very well actually…"

"What was that last word again? Sexy? Hmm…"

"Stop smirking Teddy Lupin! I seem to recall you comparing me to a pomegranate seed."

"Perfect comparison if you ask me Toire."

"Next thin I know you'll be comparing me to a licorice wand…"

"There's actually a good comparison you know. Actually you're like—"

…

"Brilliant kisser you are yourself Weasley!"

"Thanks Lupin."

"Hey, after all that's happened, can I call you Toire now?"

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And that is my quick little Teddy/Victoire blurb if you will. Came to me the other day while eating some chocolate. Chocolate to pomegranates, interesting…

BTW: Toire, is pronounced twa-AH, as Victoire is pronounced vic-twa-AH.

And yes, I went against what's true, Teddy and Victoire are in the same year. Possible two-shot if I can manage it, but for now, this is complete.