A/N: For the Ultimate Shipping Extravaganza (TeddyVic) and the Sherlock Competition (Part 1, #3: write about someone asking someone else out)
He can do this. It's easy, isn't it? Just a string of words, a simple question. All he has to do is open his mouth.
"Teddy?"
"Eh?"
Victoire purses her lips, eyes narrowing in concern. "Are you okay?"
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Your hair keeps changing colors... You only do that when you're nervous."
He shifts his eyes upwards. Sure enough his fringe is fading from dark blue to sea green. A blush burns his cheeks. He'd been trying to be cool and collected, and he'd failed. "Oh."
She sits beside him, nudging her shoulder against his. "What's up? You can tell me."
"I-"
"Is it your Gran? Is she still sick?"
"No, no. She's better," Teddy assures her. "I was just thinking."
Victoire nods, making a circling gesture with her hand, a silent urging for him to continue.
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade Saturday?"
She laughs. "I was sort of planning on it. You know I never miss it."
"I meant with me."
"Oh."
His blush deepens, becoming almost painful. Teddy silently wishes he could melt on the spot, become liquid and just sink through the cracks. Of course she wouldn't want to go with him. "I understand," he says quickly, avoiding her eyes. "I mean, you probably want to go with Sam and Laura."
"Is it a date?"
"You, Sam, and Laura?"
She laughs, reaching out and guiding his line back to her. "No. Were you asking me out on a date?"
He considers for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, I suppose I was."
Victoire grins. "Took you long enough."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."