Nothing at All
Prologue:
"Teddy, stop it!" six year old Victoire Weasley shouted, as seven year old Teddy Lupin pulled her silky blond hair. Victoire was wearing a new lavender dress, and was under strict instructions not to ruin the garment. Vic didn't get it. Why were boys allowed to get dirty, while girls had to sit and act like a lady and stay clean? Victoire grabbed Teddy's arm, just as he was about put what she thought was a frog in her hair. Her gaze softened when she saw what was really in his hands.
"Ted, it's beautiful," Victorie marveled, reaching out to grab the delicate little flower. Teddy jerked his hand away. "Allow me,' he seven year old metamorphagus explained to a very hurt looking little girl. He reached up and delicately placed the flower behind Vic's ear. "There," Teddy said with a satisfied look plastered across his face, "Now you look really beautiful."
The adults of the Weasley clan watched from the burrow, as Victoire grabbed Teddy's hand, his hair turning a bright shade of pink. Ginny turned to the group. "Twenty five galleons says that they get together when they're fifteen and sixteen." Voices chorused their bets.
"No, no, it will be fourteen and fifteen!"
"Young love, twelve and thirteen."
"Definitely sixteen and seventeen!"
The family argued on, until Bill and Fleur Weasley walked into the room. "What'd we miss?" Bill asked the hushed clan.
"Nothing," Ron said, "Nothing at all."