A/N: For those of you who care, it has been a long time and I am sorry. Enjoy!
Jealous
Red, green, pink, purple. Black, orange, blue, silver. Teddy absentmindedly tapped his quill on the piece of parchment paper that contained his History of Magic essay. Victoire Weasley was sprawled on the grass beside him, fixated on his glowing hair as color after color melded together on his locks. Sighing in envy, Victoire fiddled with her own drab hair that fell below her waist in a curtain of boring white blonde (little did she know that from afar, wistful girls passed by wishing for their own sheet of silvery hair).
Her first few weeks at Hogwarts had been wonderful, until the little eleven year old discovered that when she walked through the corridors of the castle people would look at her. She didn't understand why, and that reason alone was enough to make her self-conscious about her appearance, so Victoire had become increasingly shy. This left her with few friends, but none of them she cared about as much as Teddy.
Best friends for as long as she could remember, Teddy was her guardian angel at Hogwarts. Nobody payed him any mind, unless he was with Victiore, and she appreciated she had someone to talk to. But now as she saw him randomly shifting through hair colors, Victoire felt a twinge of an emotion she was unfamiliar with. It was, she later discovered, jealousy. Right now, more than anything, Victoire wanted to be able to disguise herself, conceal the face and hair and body that caused almost all the students at Hogwarts to unabashedly stare at her as she wandered from class to class.
With a frustrated groan, Victoire flipped onto her back and covered her face with her hands. Teddy, looking startled, glanced up from the essay that he had been so focused on.
"All right Victoire?" The confused third year asked. This caused Victoire to groan loader, not shifting from her position on the grass.
After a few minutes, Victoire shifted one of her hands to show a wide light blue eye searching for Teddy. When it discovered he was still slumped by a tree staring at her with a queer look on his face, Victoire pushed herself up to a sitting position. Suddenly, a large, toothy smiled erupted on Teddy's face, and he scrambled to his feet, offering her his hand when he got there. Bewildered, she took it.
"You haven't seen the Quidditch pitch yet, have you?" Teddy wondered as he pulled the girl to her feet. In the blink of an eye, Victoire's face was alight with excitement.
"No, no I have not. Are you going to show me?" She breathed in anticipation. Yanking her arm, Teddy took off at an easy lope, slow enough for her to follow, but only just.
A year later, after Victoire's parents explained to her about the Second Wizarding War and the part the Weasleys and the Potters and Teddy's own Mum and Dad had played, Victoire understood. As she wiped away the tears she had shed for Teddy, she understood why she was constantly eyed by her fellow classmates and why Teddy wasn't. It was (she remembered her dad whispering with a rough kind of pride) because she was a Weasley. When she learned of her best friend's parents' fates, Victoire vowed to never covet Teddy's metamorphmagus abilities again. Besides, she would soon discover the advantages of being part Veela.
A/N: Can you spot my book seven reference/pun?