I know I have Fix and The Traitor, The Wolf, The Prince, And The Flower on the go, but I wanted to practice my talents on another pairing and when I got the idea for this fic I couldn't let it go. I promise to continue with my other fics, taking on more jobs than I should is something I'm quite used to. Don't forget how much I love reviews!

4th July 2018

It was summer and the Burrow was playing backdrop to yet another Weasley wedding. The redheads had swarmed the unusually tidy garden at eight o'clock that morning, and now, fourteen hours later, everybody was relaxed and happily drunk, the newly weds twirling around the dance floor. Twenty year old Teddy Lupin was sat alone at one of the small round tables, half a bottle of butter beer caressed in his hands and a content smile on his lips. He wasn't officially related to the Weasley's, but he was like a son to Harry and Ginny, and was so never denied an invitation to any of the family events.

He adored all of his surrogate family. True, he'd have given anything to have lived his life alongside his past deceased parents, the parents Teddy couldn't even remember, but he knew that he had the next best thing with the family he was part of now. He'd spent his childhood living with his Grandmother, Andromeda, and as she grew older he had spent more time staying at his Godfathers house.

"Alright, Ted?" Harry asked him now, walking over with a plastered Ron hanging off his shoulder.

Teddy grinned as he shifted aside to let the two of them join him. Harry dropped Ron unceremoniously in to a chair, where he fell with his head slumped on the table and did not move. Harry sighed.

"Never could handle his liquor," He muttered.

"Oh I'm sure I can remember a few times when you were off your face," Teddy teased, "Did you ever tell Ginny about that time with the Muggle stripper and the jar of-"

"Hey," Harry said abruptly, "I thought we agreed not to mention that? To anyone. Ever."

"Whatever you say," Teddy winked.

Harry sighed, surveying the dancers through his glasses. "Thought you'd be up there, Ted," He said, "Dancing with some hapless pretty girl. Nobody caught your eye?"

Teddy lightly thumped his Godfather on the arm. He shrugged. "Nah. I'm not really looking to date right now, not after..." Teddy swallowed painfully. He still couldn't bring himself to say Amelia's name.

"You gotta let it go, mate," Harry sighed, patting Teddy consolingly on his shoulder, "Get out there. Charm someone."

Teddy snorted. "Sure. Excuse me, I need to go to the toilet," He said, getting up to make his way over the the portable toilet cubicles set up at the end of the garden.

As he approached them a dancing, amber light caught his eye. The light was tiny and circular, and every now again it would flick out of sight. Teddy eventually realised that it was the end of a cigarette. Curiously he took a detour over to the hedges to uncover the smokers identity. A few steps closer and he realised that it was Victoire Weasley, huddled up inside a borrowed gentle mans blazer and shooting furtive glances towards the wedding guests in the distance. Teddy had seen Victoire a few times over the years, but they had never been formally introduced. All he knew was that she was seventeen and attended Beauxbatons in France. She only ever came over to England in the holidays, and from what Teddy had heard she was something of a wild child.

"I blame the school," He had heard Ginny's mother mutter to her one evening, "Why Fleur insisted Victoire go there I'll never know. If she'd of stayed here in England and gone to Hogwarts we'd all be able to keep an eye on her."

Victoire looked an awful lot like her mother, Teddy observed. She was tall and strikingly thin with a waterfall of silvery blonde hair cascading down her back. Her beauty made her seem older than she actually was, which Teddy was sure had helped her a lot during her shenanigans in France.

Teddy looked over at her now and felt compelled to go over for a chat, something he blamed on her sensational beauty and the fact that he was slightly tipsy. He quietly walked over and crept up behind Victoire before muttering down her ear, "Should you really be smoking that?"

Victoire jumped, causing her cigarette to sprinkle a flurry of ash towards the ground. She span around and scowled at Teddy. "Jesus, do you make a habit of pouncing on people like that?" She snapped. Her accent had a French edge to it.

"Only people who look like they're up to no good," Teddy said with a grin.

"Who are you, one of my cousins or something?" Victoire muttered. She looked annoyed and kept taking quick pulls on her cigarette.

"No, just a family friend," Teddy replied, "Are you aware you aren't even inhaling that properly?"

"Leave me alone," Victoire said, "I'm sick of people interfering. I don't even bloody want to be here."

"How come you didn't stay in France?" Teddy asked lightly.

Victoire narrowed her eyes. "How do you...?" She shook her head, "I'm coming to stay over here - permanently. My parents decided to make me spend my last year of school at Hogwarts, though I'm at a complete loss to see how that's going to help me."

"Hogwarts is a good school," Teddy remarked.

"So I've heard," Victoire said, then she sighed, "Still, I'd much rather stay at Beauxbatons. Hogwarts looks a real bore. Apparently they only let you out of the grounds every few months or so, to that crappy little village. Hagsmeade, or something, isn't it?"

"And you're a girl who doesn't do boundaries, I take it?" Teddy asked.

Victoire's mouth twitched in to a smile. "I like to enjoy myself, that's all," She said, "Carpe diem, and all that." She waved her hand through the dusky nights air.

"You should probably make the most of this summer then," Teddy suggested.

"I plan to," Victoire said. She suddenly reached out and offered Teddy her cigarette, which was almost smoked down to the cork.

Teddy hesitated. He had tried smoking only once in his life, during the summer of his fifth year at Hogwarts, and he really hadn't liked it. However he knew that explaining this to Victoire would probably be met with some scathing little comment, and now they finally seemed to be getting on he wanted to impress her. Smiling like he knew what he was doing, Teddy picked the cigarette from her slim fingers and took a drag. The urge to cough over powered him.

"Sorry, I don't think I got your name," Victoire said, unaware of this.

"Teddy Lupin," Teddy managed to say, his voice hoarse as he desperately tried to regain control over his breathing.

"Oh! So you're Ginny's husbands Godson," Victoire said, nodding.

"Yeah," Teddy said, passing the cigarette back over with no further wishes to take more drags on it, "I'm practically Ginny and Harry's third son."

"I see," Victoire said, finishing off the cigarette before throwing it over the hedge, "I best return this jacket to my Uncle George. You don't happen to know a spell to make the smoke smell disappear from it, do you?"

Teddy retrieved his wand from the pocket of his dress robes and muttered an incantation, waving his wand over Victoire's jacket. She took a cautious sniff then smiled at him.

"Thanks. I suppose I'll be seeing more of you now I'm staying," She said.

"Yeah, probably," Teddy agreed.

"Au revoir," Victoire sang, wiggling her fingers at Teddy before turning and heading back to the marquee.

Teddy licked the taste of the cigarette from his lips as he watched her walk away.