Before I start a normal AN, I just have to say one thing- I know a lot of people ship Teddy/Victoire, but I am Teddy/Dominique all the way! They are my favourite HP pairing and my OTP. So if you don't like the pairing or the way I portray the characters, don't leave a negative review please, just don't read it. Thanks!

Also, this is my submission for the OTP Boot Camp Challenge, where you have to write 50 chapters for 50 prompts. The chapter titles will be the prompt for that chapter. You also can only base your fic on one pairing (your OTP). If any of you want to start that Challenge, PM me and I'll direct you to the forum.

Anyway, here you go...

As the Snow dances around our swaddled forms, I sigh. Every Christmas Eve, since I was a child, I come to their graves. At first, it was with Grandma Andomeda. Then, the duty fell to Uncle Harry and Aunty Ginny (occasionally Uncle Charlie came, but I suspect he likes to visit alone- even now, we all know he's in love with my Mum). Then, when I started spending more and more time with Fluer and Bills family's, Bill used to take me. And then, a couple of years back, Dominique started coming.

It all began 5 years ago, when she was 14 and I was 19. That Summer, before her 4th year, her and I got rather close- her wicked sense of humour, her laid-back attitude and the fact she was the only one in the household who could even play Quidditch properly, kinda made us bond. And it was late Christmas Eve night, when everyone was still in bed- Louis went up several hours ago, Dominique and Victoire not long after, and Bill and Fluer went up as soon as I said I was going to their graves- and I was just about to leave. But she came padding down the stairs, dressed in tartan pajama bottoms, a baggy Gryffindor sweatshirt (that we all suspect was her Uncle Charlie to begin with) and her long blonde hair messy,

"Where you going?" She whispers, her voice just audible over the crackling flames of the fire.

"Doesn't matter. Go back to bed." I instructed her, trying to act all big brother- this normally works on Louis, but Dominique being Dominique crossed her arms and looked at me in a way no one else could- it broke me, "Fine. I'm going to my parents graves."

"Hold on one sec." She says, darting upstairs, in her attempt to be quiet. She reemerged a few minutes late, with slippers and a thick, black coat on.

"You're not coming." I state, a sound of certainty in my voice- don't get me wrong, I like Dom, I may even... no I don't love her, but she can't see me cry. She can't see my sit on my parents graves and talk to them, telling them all the things they've missed over this past year. I can't.

"You can't stop me." She says, crossing her arms and giving me the second deadly 'Dominique' stare of the night.

"Yes, I can. You're not coming. Now go up to bed." My brotherly tone of voice is coming out again.

"Why not? Give me one good reason, and I'll go back up to bed, close my eyes and wait for 'Santa Claus'" I have to restrain myself from laughing- then she would know she could come.

"I'm apparating." I say, so quickly I don't even think about it. Damn. Now she's definitely coming.

"There's this thing called side-along apparition, dumb ass." She says, grinning, dancing down the last few steps and comes to stand infront of me, "We going or what?"

I turn around, to see Dominique standing a few feet back, staring at me. "You okay?" She says, walking forwards and sinking to sit her knees, so she's mimicking how I'm sitting.

"Yeah, I suppose. I've just always wondered what they're last goodbye was, you know? Whether it was them fighting about him going to the Battle and her staying with me- cause that's what Grandma Andromeda said it was. That they're last goodbye was so... angry and hurtful- an acrid farewell." I say, looking her right in the eyes. "

No, it wouldn't have been that. It would have been something like you see in the movies... Like when they see each other from across the room, and run in to each other's arm, you know? And they kiss passionately, and once they pull apart, they turn and face their final battle together. Something like that anyway." She says. The whole time she's talking, all I notice is her lips, they're soft and curved, with a tinge of red. I want to kiss her... But I can't.

I'm with Victoire. I can't kiss Dom. Little Dominique, who's 5 years younger than me, who I can remember being born, who used to try and beat me in a running race and make some funny comment when she lost, who over night, transformed from a silly little child to a beautiful young women, who still has the same sense of humour that she had when she was 5.

But if she's so wrong, how can she feel so right?

"Why are you staring at me?" She asks, confused, as she stands up. I follow in suit, and I tower over her at full height by almost half a foot. Her petite form is inches away from me.

"You're just... Stunning." I say, breathless.

The soft snow flakes are sticking to her long blonde halo of hair, her pale skin wet wet with melted snow, shining in the light of the moon, her large blue eyes piercing the darkness of the night.

And so I kiss her. I really kiss her. And it's full of passion and lust and desperation and... love. It's all I've ever wanted and everything I'll ever need in one kiss. And she wraps her arms round my neck, tangling her long, thin fingers threw my messy blue hair, and I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms round her waist. I could freeze this moment. I could take a picture.

And it feels weird, that my parents have missed out on my whole entire life, everything I've ever achieved, or done wrong or wanted to do, but they managed to witness the one kiss that meant the world.

So that was my first chapter! I absolutely love Dominique/Teddy. This fic is based on them, and is multi-chapter. Time differences between chapters may vary, but they'll link. Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, please Review as it would mean the world! Favourite and Follows wouldn't go amiss either...