Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own anything. But I think you know that already...
A/N: This just so happens to be my first fanfic, so yes, I know it's kinda bad…

Victoire Weasley turned up the volume on her radio. Wincing at the loudness, she realised she would probably be completely deaf by the age of 30.
However, that fate would be preferable to enduring the high-pitched squeals of her relatives, which after all was what she was trying to drown out with her radio.
It wasn't working. Honestly, who could get that excited over such an ugly dress?
No offence to her soon-to-be Aunt Penelope, but it looked like a paper maché mess of toilet paper and doilies.
Oh no. Footsteps. Someone's coming.

"Victoire!" … BANG BANG …

"Victoire! Stop hiding in your room and come get dressed with the rest of us!"

Feigning a smile so sickly sweet that it could probably be served as dessert along with the wedding cake, Victoire opened the door and descended the stairs into a cloud of hairspray and a mass of overly enthusiastic females clothed in waves of blue lace.
They looked as though they had all been infected with the same disease.
Symptoms were evidently flushed cheeks, dangerous levels of hyperactivity, and an unusually high voice.
Unfortunately for Victoire, it was contagious.
So as she donned her own ridiculously frilly dress, she sighed – Merlin help me – and joined in.

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Victoire managed to accomplish the most amazing feat of sleeping through most of the serious part of the wedding, after giving James strict orders to wake her when it got interesting.
This was a mistake immediately regretted when she regained consciousness, as James' idea of a wake up call happened to be letting a stink bomb off under her nose.
Not the most pleasant experience. Her cousins giggled hysterically as she coughed, spluttered and chased James around the dance floor, eager to exact her revenge.
Unfortunately, it was not to be, as Grandma Weasley scooped her up in a big hug, with James doing a taunting victory dance to celebrate his escape.

"You look absolutely lovely tonight, Vicky dear," crooned Grandma.

"Why thankyou Grandma, you look beautiful too," she smiled innocently, while searching for the little mischief maker out of the corner of her eye.

But James obviously feared for his health if found near her, and was therefore making himself scarce in her immediate vicinity.

"Such a pleasant child. Oh, and Teddy's over at the bar, he was looking for you. He does scrub up quite well," she patted Vic's head and strode off to find more grandchildren.

Vic shrugged mentally, and glided over to the bar to find Teddy. However, the only people there were her Uncle Charlie, who thrust an enormous glass of fire whisky into her hands, and a bunch of giggling girls, who saw Vic and dragged her into their huddle.

"Isn't he just adorable?" whispered a brunette she didn't know. Possibly a friend of her cousin Rose Weasley.

"Mmm, and that suit on him is just divine," sighed another stranger dreamily.

"Oh my god, he's looking!"

"Who? Who's looking?" Vic questioned curiously.

"Teddy Lupin!" Rose explained impatiently, looking quite unimpressed.

Vic laughed. Teddy? They thought Teddy Lupin was cute? No way. That's just ludicrous. He wasn't cute at all.
She finished off her drink, accepting another from Charlie who was being rather generous with the alcohol.

"Can you honestly tell me you don't think he's gorgeous? Look at him, Victoire, and tell me honestly," demanded the brunette.

Vic gave her an immensely sceptical look.

"Fine. But this is just stupid, he's practically related to me, and – oh my god you're right."

Wait. No, no that can't be right. Teddy Lupin, cute?

The same Teddy she used to have water fights with in the old orchard.

The same Teddy she used to beat up whenever he tied her plaits together.

The same Teddy she used to put make-up on when he fell asleep.

This was not happening. Teddy was not cute. He wasn't. She took a big gulp of her fire whisky. Oh god. He's coming.
The girls started squealing again, holding on to each other's arms tightly in excitement.

"Hey Vicky, I've been looking for you," Teddy greeted her, running one hand through his adorable turquoise hair – no, stop thinking like that – as he approached.
She downed the rest of her drink before replying.

"Hello, Teddy."

As she set her empty glass on the bar, she was immediately given another full one by Charlie, who was looking quite drunk by now, and seemed to be in the mood to share the love (and the alcohol).
At this rate, she was going to be properly drunk within the hour.

The giggling girls were begging Teddy to dance, so Victoire, trying to ignore the sudden jumpiness of her stomach as he shot her a desperate 'save me' glance, decided she had better walk away to clear her head of its current Teddy-loving thoughts.
However, she was too busy trying to convince herself that she didn't fancy Teddy to watch where she was going, and promptly tripped over Fred and James, who appeared to be lying on the floor in the middle of a cake-eating contest.

"Oh well," Victoire said to herself as she fell towards the floor, "I suppose I'll just fall then."

"Or I could catch you."

She opened her eyes, and found herself in the arms of Teddy Lupin. Typical. Oh Merlin– Teddy. Keep breathing.

"By the way, thanks for the drink," he smiled.

So that's why his shirt was wet.

"I think I spilled it on you," she said apologetically.

"I noticed," he replied, and letting go of her, grabbed a handful of wet shirt and licked it.

"Fire whisky?"

She nodded. "Oh look, your fan club is coming."

Teddy looked quite alarmed.

"Can we go hide now?" he whimpered.

"Oh you are such a sook. But ok, sounds fun," she conceded brightly, as he took her hand and pulled her out into the dark night. He ran through the gardens, with Victoire following obediently, until they could no longer hear the hysteria of his 'fan club'.

"Ok," Teddy declared, "I think we're safe now," and he collapsed on the grass under a tree. Victoire remained standing.

"And now you've completely ruined my night, I mean, I didn't even get to dance before you so rudely dragged me out here," but she was smiling.

"Well I'm sorry," and he jumped back up again.

Bowing, he extended a hand to Vic and asked, "May I have this dance?"

"Of course," she accepted, graciously taking the offered hand, and he spun her around expertly, singing quietly all the while in a very deep voice that didn't suit him at all.

"You sing like a drunk dragon," she laughed – laughed, not giggled – and proceeded to imitate him.

"All the girls…like my blue hair…come join my fan club…," she sang loudly.

Teddy laughed so hard at this that he collapsed on the ground, rolling in the autumn leaves.
Vic sat down near him huffily.

"Well I thought I imitated you quite well," she stated, sounding quite put out.

Teddy, still laughing helplessly, managed to get out a reply.
"Hey come on, I don't sound that bad."

Vic raised her eyebrows. Teddy sat up.
"Wait. They like me because of my hair?" He sounded quite confused as to how this could possibly be true.

"Yup, mostly. Though they wouldn't if they could see you now…brown leaves, blue hair, doesn't look quite as attractive," and she reached over and began pulling the leaves out of his hair.

Then all the Teddy-loving thoughts came rushing back. She froze. He looked at her.
Somehow, she knew he could tell what she was thinking.
Then Victoire realised she was still touching his hair, and pulled away in embarrassment, but Teddy grasped her hand in his.
Their eyes locked, and suddenly they were leaning in, so close that she could count each pale freckle on his nose, but then their lips touched, ever so gently, and all thoughts became so insignificant in comparison with this moment, that they simply vanished from her mind.
The kiss deepened, and his arms were around her waist, her hands were twisted in that gorgeous, soft hair of his, and then – oh god someone's watching.
They jumped up and apart, as if they'd just realised they were kissing an angry hippogriff, and turned to see –

"James! What are you doing here?"

James stood there, temporarily shocked into losing the ability to string together coherent sentences.

"Vic? And Teddy? Teddy and Victoire! Snogging!"

Teddy looked rather amused. Until his fan club showed up.

"Teddy! We found you! You've been gone for so long, I was getting…lonely," the brunette whispered in his ear, in what she evidently thought was a sweet voice.

And then she saw Victoire. The fan club gasped simultaneously.

"But what are you doing out here with her?"

James regained the ability to express himself logically, and decided that although this question was clearly not directed at him, he should be the one to answer.

"He was snogging Victoire! Weren't you, Teddy?"

This statement extracted another outraged gasp from the fan club. The brunette found it necessary to slap Vic angrily, then ran off screaming like a fire alarm. The other girls hastened to follow, several looking almost tearful.
Vic paid absolutely no attention to them, choosing instead to glare at James, wondering if it would be possible to curse him without a wand.
For the second time that night someone seemed to read her mind, and after shooting Teddy and Victoire the trademark Marauders smirk, James scampered after the dolorous girls.
She mentally pared away the seconds, figuring they had approximately one minute and twenty-something seconds until every single one of her relatives knew exactly what she was doing out in the adumbral garden with one Teddy Lupin.
He looked up at her, and she was amazed to see his expression was quite remarkably insouciant, considering their current situation. He started singing.

"All the girls…like my blue hair…come join my fan club…"

A/N: Tell me what you think? Please? =)