AN: Please review! And of course, Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling, not me! Oh and this chapter is set about a year after the first.

Teddy left the Prefect's compartment at the front of the train, prefect duties finally over after having their last meeting before next year. His final year at Hogwarts. That wasn't a thought Teddy enjoyed much, but he was most definitely looking forward to the summer ahead, even if he was working at Florish and Blotts for part of it. He pushed his turquoise green hair out his face and tiredly rubbed his eyes as he set off down the train to look for Victoire. Eventually he found her reading in a compartment alone, which didn't surprise Teddy, much.

Victoire's fifth year of Hogwarts had been lonely, due to the fact that having Veela blood meant that she got the Veela hormones and pheromones to go together with it. This lead to much of the male population of Hogwarts staring at and pursuing her, and many girls had distanced themselves from her, with a few who had started to spread vicious rumours. Teddy didn't completely comprehend how Victoire could bravely face hostile teenagers wielding bats and bludgers, what with being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but then be so upset by gossip. However, after he really began to hear the gossip following her break-up from a Ravenclaw boy in Teddy's year, he started to understand a bit better.

"I heard that she slept with him." Teddy heard one girl whisper in Transfiguration from the table behind his.

"Well, then she can add Mark to that long ever expanding list, can't she?" Her friend replied, and both girls sniggered scathingly. They seemed quite surprised and confused to find themselves uncontrollably itching as painful and incredibly itchy hives broke out all over their bodies, thanks to a nifty piece of spell work on Teddy's part.

He had also heard 5th year boy in the corridor tell his friend that Victoire had begged Mark not to breakup with her. This boy had found himself on the receiving end of the bat-bogey hex, as Teddy slipped around the corner with a satisfied grin on his face, silently thanking Ginny Potter.

Teddy generally did ignore the rumours and sneers. He never pried, and Victoire didn't share any information. He remembered back to the night when she had crept into the Gryffindor 6th year boy's dormitory and woke him up looking pale and upset.

"M-Mark and I broke up," she had croaked, a tear silently running down her face. He had quickly pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping her up in his blanket, "You're the only boy I can trust," she had told him. He had cast the Muffliato charm around his bed hangings allowing her to cry into his chest until they fell asleep.

A loud tapping noise pulled him back to the present, and he grinned at Victoire pulling a face at him through the door of her compartment. He pulled the door open enough for him to slide in. "Thank Merlin, it's finally summer!" he said as he entered the compartment, shrugging off his school robes, tie, sweater vest and shirt to reveal a plain black t-shirt.

"You undoubtedly waste no time in getting out of that uniform. I thought you like to stick to the rules?"

Teddy looked affronted as he ruffled his now pink hair. "Actually, I'm just clever enough not to get caught breaking them."

"Goody two-shoes" Victoire retorted.

"Stupid...veela!" He said, scowling at her.

"Hog faced grindylow."

Teddy raised an eyebrow before scrunching up his face and morphing his nose into a pig snout. Victoire gave him a wide grin. However it didn't quite reach her eyes, and Teddy and rather been hoping to make his best friend laugh; her loitering sadness made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Victoire was silently staring out at the passing countryside, so Teddy pulled out a book about transfiguration and started to read it, not knowing what else to do. After about half an hour he heard her take a deep breath and saw she had turned to face him, so he marked his place with his favourite photo of them at his 8th birthday party shoving cake in their mouths, and closed his book.

He looked up at Victoire, but she was staring out the window again, sitting on her hands and looking apprehensive. After a moment, Teddy debated opening his book again, but before he could do so Victoire spoke up.

"I didn't…"

"Sorry?" Teddy inquired, setting the book aside.

"I didn't...umm," Victoire began again, but again her voice faltered. She took a deep breath and her eyes flickered towards his but then looked back down sharply. "I didn't have sex with Mark," she blurted out, her face turning the trademark Weasley red.

All of a sudden Teddy felt very fidgety and he crossed and uncrossed his legs, and ruffled his hair, again. They had never really talked about their relationships with other people. It had always seemed a too-weird subject between the pair. It wasn't as if he had much to say about it himself. He had only every really asked a couple of girls to Hogsmeade, but he had never had a proper girlfriend or anything. He didn't really have the time what with his studies, prefect duties, commentating Quidditch games, keeping all the various Weasley's from doing anything too stupid, and hanging out with Victoire and his dorm mates. Anyway, he didn't really want to spend lots of his time with some annoying girl, he had much better things to be doing. Except for Victoire, but she really wasn't a girl.

For the first time, Teddy let his eyes wander over Victoire. Her small hands were resting in her lap, her wrists looking impossibly delicate. He raised his eyes up to her long silvery blonde hair, which spilled down prettily around her face, over her collarbone and down over her-with a jolt of realisation, he quickly averted his gaze, realising that he had just been checking out his best friend.

Victoire was a girl. She was a gorgeous girl, a fit, almost-a-woman girl. With nice skin. With nice everything if he was honest about it.

"Teddy?" Victoire was giving him a questioning look, her eyebrows furrowing together. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed from her confession, and she was nervously chewing on her lip.

Realising he hadn't actually said anything he cleared his throat and awkwardly said "I never thought you had…slept…with him."

Victoire smiled feebly up at him and gulped. "Mark, well—he wanted too, but I—I didn't. He-um—got a bit aggressive, so I pushed him off, told him to stay away and legged-it. "

Teddy was horrified. Deep concern for his best friend combined with rage at Mark Hawks, and by the look on Victoire's face he could tell his hair was no longer its normal greeny turquoise. "Oh, please, don't be upset!" Victoire pleaded, jumping up from her seat to sit next to him.

Sympathy washed over him thinking of what it was like for her, allowing him to regain control of his emotions. He took a deep breath and willed his hair turquoise green again.

"Don't worry about me Vic," he said, shaking his head frowning slightly.

Victoire laughed and took his hand in both of her own. "I'm fine, Teddy; I have you."

Teddy's facial expression lightened for a moment, but it was quickly replaced before a dark scowl crossed his normally cheerful features and his eyes turned a stormy grey. "I wish you had told me before! That way I—"

"Could've kicked his arse?" Victoire finished grinning.

"It's certainly an appealing thought." Teddy said frowning.

"Pfft! And ruin your chances at becoming Head Boy?" Victoire shook her head disbelieving. "There was no chance I was going to let you throw that away. He's not worth it anyway"

He found it upsetting that Victoire actually thought so little of herself that she wouldn't tell him, fearing he'd risk his chances of getting Head Boy. "I wouldn't be throwing anything away, and he might not be worth it, but you are."

Victoire smiled at him, a wide smile that reached her eyes this time.