DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Teddy or Victoire.
But her French Plaits are So Damn Pretty!
Blurb …
Teddy wants to know why he doesn't want to ruin Victoire's French-plaits. Unfortunately, Harry and Ron end up making him even more confused. Oneshot TeddyVictoire minor RHr HG sequel to "Pretty French Plaits"
"I honestly don't get it." Teddy Remus Lupin said to his Uncles Harry and Ron. They were in Ron's old room at the Burrow, where they were staying for one of Mrs Weasley's "Family Gatherings" (which they usually only turned up to for the pudding).
Teddy had been out playing Quidditch with Victoire and the boys (more commonly known as James, Albus, Hugo and Fred) and had just come back inside as the sun had set. Yet Teddy, about to start his 7th year at Hogwarts, admitted to his godfather that he was feeling confused towards his best friend.
"So hold on." Ron said, with his usual screwed up expression that he normally wore when he had no idea what was going on. "You're saying that while playing Quidditch today, you didn't want to tackle Victoire, because you didn't want to ruin her hair?"
Teddy sighed and Harry tried not to grin. He recognised his godson's symptoms almost at once. Teddy punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape, and Harry saw him change his hair a pleasant goldy-blond colour.
"You like this one?" he asked. Harry was about to say that the brown matched his eyes better, when Ron interrupted.
"Sorry Harry, but now is not the time to be discussing Teddy's hair." He said. "We were discussing Victoire's hair, and about how Teddy didn't want to ruin it …"
"Right." Harry said, turning his attention back to Teddy. Teddy turned his hair back to blue and looked distinctly annoyed.
"Look, I don't know why I felt like that, but … her French-plaits just looked so damn pretty!"
Ron sniggered.
"We all know that Victoire looks pretty with her hair French-plaited." Harry said. "But that still doesn't explain why you didn't want to ruin it. You normally tackle first, worry about hair later."
"I know, that's what's bothering me!" Teddy burst out, punching his pillow again, but more out of annoyance, rather than comfort. Harry exchanged a look with Ron and he nodded.
"Right, Teddy we're going to asked you some simple questions, and all you have to do, is answer honestly." Teddy nodded, looking apprehensive.
"You remember when Victoire was born, right?" Ron asked. Teddy nodded. "Well, what was your first thought?"
Teddy considered for a bit before saying "I'm not quite sure, but I believe it was something along the lines of 'I bet I can make that hair colour' or something."
Harry noticed Ron write the answer down.
"Now remember when she was nine, and you were 11, and how you were up on that swing in the orchard and she fell off, hurting her knee?" Harry asked. He nodded. "Well, why did you panic and start yelling for Fleur?"
"Um …" Teddy looked faintly confused. "I think it was because I thought she was seriously hurt. There was a lot of blood."
"Right, right." Ron muttered, scribbling frantically.
"And when she turned up in her pyjamas this morning." Harry said. "What were you thinking?"
"That she looked damn cute in those Mickey Mouse pj's." Teddy said without thinking. He looked horrified and shot a look at Ron. "Don't write that down!"
He did anyway.
"And when you realised you wouldn't be able to go to Hogwarts with her when you were 11?" Harry asked.
"I was sad she couldn't come. I was going to miss her." Teddy admitted.
"And finally." Harry said, as Ron wrote even faster, so that spots of ink flew everywhere. "What do you think every time you see her with French-plaits?"
"I think …" He hesitated. "I think she looks beautiful." He muttered, talking to the floor. Harry grinned, and Ron whooped.
"What?" Teddy asked, as though apprehensive to find out the answer.
"You're in love with her, mate." Harry told him. Teddy looked terrified.
"What?!"
"You said she was beautiful." Ron said. "Not hot, not sexy, not pretty. But beautiful."
"So?"
"Trust me; a guy only says that when there's a meaning behind it." He replied. "Face it Teddy-you love her."
Teddy sat dumbstruck for a moment. Harry was just about to ask whether he was all right, but he suddenly spoke.
"But I can't help what I say …" Teddy tired to reason. "I mean … just because I say she's beautiful, doesn't mean I mean that she's the sweetest, funniest girl on the planet, and Merlin! I'm in love with her!" He added, looking shocked. He rubbed his head and turned his hair brown.
"You know, you'd think I'd be able to recognise it." He muttered.
"Oh trust me, not necessary." Harry assured him. "It took Ron 7 years to figure out what to do about Hermione."
"Technically, it was only 3 …" Ron argued, but Harry waved him off.
"Point is, it's ok it's taken forever for you to see this." Harry said. "And just because she's your best friend doesn't matter, either."
"Oh man, I never even thought of that!" Teddy cried.
"Hey-I just told you it didn't matter!" Harry said.
"Are you kidding me?!" Ron exclaimed. "Harry, this is coming from someone who fell in love with their best friend also-it really does matter that they're best friends."
Now Harry felt slightly confused.
"So what should he do?"
"Erm … well, Hermione made the first move on me." Ron said.
"Not technically." Harry pointed out. "You've hinted that you liked her for ages."
"No! It was her!"
"This isn't really helping." Teddy put in as Harry was about to argue back.
"Right, sorry Teddy-Bear." Harry said, using his nickname, in hope that it'd make him feel better. He didn't look that cheery, though.
"I just can't help thinking about her French-plaits, though." Teddy admitted. "She looks so pretty with them and that's why I couldn't tackle her today-I didn't want to make her look less beautiful."
Ron whistled.
"You've got it bad, my friend." He said.
"So what should I do?"
"Er …"
"Why are you 'Er' ing, Ron?" Harry asked. "You're supposed to the expert here!"
"Well …"
"You're doing it again."
"You're also not helping …" Teddy put in.
"That's it." Harry said, standing up. "You are going to go straight downstairs and tell her, right now."
"What?!"
"Harry, he can't do that …"
"And why not?"
"Because it's … complicated." Ron shared a glance with Teddy who nodded. Harry sat down, more confused than ever.
"But I fell in love with your sister, remember." Harry reminded him. "Don't you tell me things are complicated."
"So should I tell her, or what?"
"Yes!" Harry said, at the exact same time Ron said "No way!"
Teddy looked like he had a bad headache. Harry did have one.
"Well, let's go over it, shall we?" Ron said hastily. "We think you're in love with her, she's your best friend, and have acted like family for ages, even if you aren't technically related. You think she's 'Beautiful', 'Sweet' and 'Funny', and last time you saw her, you didn't want to tackle her, because you didn't want to ruin her hair …"
Teddy nodded.
"Sorry, I still have no idea what to do …" Harry announced.
"Geez and I come to you two for advice …" Teddy muttered. At that point, there was a knock on the door. Ron screwed up the paper with Teddy's answers and threw it out the window, just as Victoire herself came in.
"Hey … mum wants to know whether you want some extra pudding … Grandma says there's some left." Victoire asked Teddy. He only gaped at her, until Harry punched him in the side.
"Oh … yeah, sure." He said weekly. Victoire smiled and turned to leave. At the door, she spun around, her French-plaits flinging around too.
"Oh, and thanks for not tackling me today." She said. "I know it wasn't because 'I thought you would fall' like you told me, because I've fallen off the broom, plenty of times. But I appreciated it all the same."
She beckoned him to come, and Teddy gave a 'Huh?' look as he left.
"Any idea what she was on about?" Harry asked.
"No … but Teddy was definitely mesmerised by her French-Plaits." Ron said, as they left to steal some pudding.
A/N: This was the sequel i never thought i'd write, but i wrote it anyway. And amazingly, i like it. Do you?
Hopefully anyone who's confused know what i've done now. I've put my origonal oneshots as individual chapters. Do we conprehend?
Reviews appriciated, until next time-
-Moon. : D
