A/N: This is a fic about how Teddy and Victoire came to be together, told by them both in alternating chapters. I never really thought I'd write about them and it seemed strange that they would be two years apart at Hogwarts but anyway, this is just a little something. R&Rs would be cool. Thanks :)

Victory

"Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory." - George S. Patton

One - Teddy

Victoire Weasley...to me it sounded like the most beautiful name in the world. Right from when I heard it coming out of McGonagall's tight-lipped mouth as she held the Sorting Hat aloft to the group of terrified first-years, I was completely fazed by this girl. Bedazzled. I'd caught a glimpse of her climbing aboard the Hogwarts Express for the first time, but I hadn't really noticed her – I was too busy with my friend Henry, and assuring Harry and Ginny that yes, I was going to take care of myself and I did have my Hogsmeade permission slip. I didn't see any more of her until watching the Sorting and seeing her emerge from the line looking demure and smiling a little, so unlike the rest of the first-years, who were petrified as though they had just seen a ten-foot troll. She was put in Ravenclaw, and I found myself feeling numb disappointment as I watched her from the Gryffindor table. But I knew I couldn't be friends with her even if she was in my House...I was third-year, she was first-year; we were worlds apart...I was going out with Melinda Meadowes...

She was Bill's daughter, and Bill was Ron's brother, and Harry was Ron's best friend and brother-in-law, so of course we'd met before – but I'd never really paid much attention to her back then; she'd always be at the birthday parties or the Christmas gatherings, but more often than not she would be with Dom or Molly or Lucy, and Louis would occasionally be swapping Chocolate Frog Cards with me, and so I suppose she'd never really paid me that much attention either. It wasn't until she started at Hogwarts that I really noticed her, and when I had, it seemed incredible that I hadn't before.

Even at eleven, she was breathtakingly beautiful; with long, silvery blonde hair, fair skin smattered with cinnamon-y freckles, and wide, pale blue-grey eyes, she seemed to cast an incredible aura whenever she was around people, so strong and powerful that it made everyone look up at her just to appreciate her beauty. Sometimes I could hardly concentrate on my pumpkin juice whenever I sneaked a look at her at the breakfast table. She was clever, witty, funny, and kind, as well as being flawlessly beautiful. In every sense, she was perfect.

I sought to look out for her as a brother ever since she arrived, although not conspicuously. I didn't want her to think of me as some kind of strange stalker, and besides, my friends and girlfriend would wonder why I was acting so strangely around this girl. I hexed a pair of Slytherins for calling her a blood-traitor in the corridor – though it was more out of my anger than protecting her, because she seemed to be pretty accomplished in the Furnunculus Curse herself, and shot back some harsh remarks at them, too. This feistiness only made me all the more attracted to her, and seeing the pair of burly Slytherins with angry red hex marks all over their faces added to the smug satisfaction at the work we'd both achieved.

By the end of my fifth year, and the end of her third, things were ultimately a lot different. Melinda and I had broken up; she said it was because I 'didn't seem to be making effort any more' and I let her think just that, not least because it was extremely accurate but also because I had seen her eyeing James Jones for the whole month previously and I wasn't about to stop her if she wanted to be with him instead. So I was quite happy to return home for the summer, ready for sixth year and impatiently awaiting my O.W.L results, and then my joy was greatly elevated by the fact that Harry asked if I wanted to go with him and his family to The Burrow for the last three weeks of summer. I'd been a couple of times before and it had been good to see everyone, so I left grandma's for Harry's house, grabbed some Floo powder and off I went.

Well, something changed in those three weeks – and not just the fact that George's wife announced to everyone that she was expecting twins. Amid all the celebration and tearful congratulations (the tearful part from Mrs. Weasley), I began to feel that burn for Victoire again, that had somehow snuffed out during the last three years. She had, if possible, increased in her beauty, and though the Burrow still held an immense amount of people in it that summer, it wasn't hard to immediately acknowledge her whenever she glided into the room, because she was no longer immersed in friends and other people at Hogwarts. Even when she did something as little as help me prune the Flutterby Bushes, I became all the more appreciative of her willowy frame, her long-lashed liquid-looking eyes, her carefree tinkling bell-laugh, her light blonde hair which clouded her shoulders and seemed to ripple and swish in the breeze even when the air was still...

As soon as I saw her then, I knew I had to have her.