Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, it wouldn't be called fanfiction.

A/N: If you have never heard "Mary's Song: Oh, my, my, my" by Taylor Swift, I highly reccomend looking it up on Youtube before or after reading this :) It will make more sense if you do.

"WHAT are you DOING?!"

Teddy and Victoire break apart hurriedly and Teddy whirls around. James is standing behind them with his mouth open wide. Whether from shock or joy, it's hard to tell.

"JAMES, YOU—" Teddy yells. He blushes while the tips of his spiky hair turn from electric blue to red. "Go away!" he half-shouts, half-laughs.

James grins devilishly and runs back across the platform, dodging people and large trolleys piled with trunks. Teddy turns back to Victoire, who is straightening her hair in a self-concious way. Teddy often wonders why she does that, it always looks perfect the way it is.

"He's off to tell your aunt and uncle." He says with resignation.

"They would have found out soon anyway." She shrugs and smiles. "See you at Hogsmeade in a few weeks, maybe?"

"I'll be there."

She leans forward and pecks him quickly on the cheek.

"Have a good term!" he calls after her as she hurries onto the train.

Standing alone on the platform, watching the scarlet steam engine pull away, Teddy sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. When he had kissed Victoire, it had felt spectacular, like a whole world inventing itself before him. But he misses the old times, before Hogwarts and crushes and romance, when turning his hair purple was all it took to make her smile.

That night, at his Grandmum's house, Teddy curls under the covers with a dusty photo album, whispers "Lumos!" and turns to the first page…