AN: So I have decided to go on with the story. I hope you enjoy. Lilah Aine

P.S. exams are coming up so… I might not be posting as frequently

Victorie woke up the morning after she sent the letter to Teddy feeling as if she was invincible; she was incredible; she was a god, and just a little naughty too. The whole day she tried to act as if nothing was different, but she couldn't wipe that ridiculous smile off her face.

She was hoping that she would get a letter from Teddy that morning, but nothing came; not even the next day. When she work up three days after she sent the letter there was no bounce in her step, there was no ridiculous smile; she had lost her esprit d'amusement. All she could think about was Teddy's lack of response.

Was her bold move too bold. She knew that he thought of her in that way; the letter said it all. But what did his silence mean. She was so caught up in her thoughts that when a post owl pecked at her, she just took the box from the post owl and set it down next to her, she didn't care what her mother had sent her, she was far to worried about her relationship status.

Walking out of the dinning hall she was in a complete daze, she asked a house elf to take her box to her room, and headed towards class all while thinking of how to word the next letter to teddy; one that basically said 'ignore what ever it was I did wrong, forgive me. I love you'-- but she didn't want to sound that needy.

The box was sitting on her pillow and would have gone unnoticed if she had not thrown herself on to her bed the minute she got back to her room. She pulled the string off the box and pulled out it's contents. She realized at once that this package was not from her mother. There was no way her mother would even sent her this. She was staring at her hand, well more precisely she was staring at the red lacy lingerie that was clutched in her hand.

She quickly grabbed the letter, it was written in Teddy's hand. She was relived, relived and excited. He had stepped it up, not only had he sent a letter, but a present as well!

"Vi, I don't think I will ever be able to express how worried I was when I realized that I had sent the wrong letter. I didn't get any sleep, and spent the whole day at work worrying. But when I got back home and read your letter…. Shocked does not even begin to cover it. I had no idea that…well that you thought like that at all much less than thought it about me. I am loving this letter idea. Hearing you describe touching yourself imagining that your hands were mine, made me go numb. I have imagined touching you so many times, yet hearing (reading) you say it made it seam so much dirtier.

Do you remember last year when I dated Violet? I would moan 'Vi' when I came in front of her, yet she thought it was a nick name for herself. I never meant to do it, to substitute someone else for you. But I never thought we would be together, and I liked her, never loved her as I do you, but I liked her. Once we were in the broom closet of the forth floor, she was giving me a hand job, but all I could think about was how just a few minutes before I had run in to you in the hall way. I imagined her hands were yours, I closed my eyes and saw your face, and once again when I came I was moaning 'Vi'.

Thinking back on those moments I get so angry that I never told you how I felt, that I never got up the courage to put myself out there on the line like that. But I have another confession to make, besides having thought about you while with others, I want to have you in dangerous places. I have dreamt about it since I realized I first had feelings for you; I wanted to sneak off to McGonagall's office, something about the idea of having sex with you in the headmistress's office really makes me hot. I have always imagined you leaning over the desk; I would enter you from behind, some how having sex doggie style in the very same office where I got yelled at countless times seams like a perfect idea.

I have yet another confession, every time we were at a family party I imagined stealing you away and having sex with everyone right outside. Can you imagine, at the end of the year party I just walk up to you saying I need some help with some thing, and I pull you inside. We could sneak up to the attic (and if you couldn't make it that far; the bathroom on the first floor). I cant imagine any scene hotter than me pushing you up against a wall, plunging in to you over and over again. As my mouth wanders down your perfect throat, making frequent visits to your mouth to swallow the moans that escape your lips.

I think that this letter is long enough. Much love, your Teddy.

PS. I agree with you, these letter and making me a bit more frustrated.

PPS. I have included a present for you, I saw them while I was walking down Diagon Alley to meet your Uncle Percy for lunch. I wanted to see you in them so I got them right away, and sat threw lunch with your uncle knowing what was really in the bag at me feet…."

Victorie grabbed the red lacy lingerie that Teddy sent her with a smirk on her face. Now that she would never be able to look at Headmistress McGonagall's desk the same way, she wanted to torture Teddy just a bit as well.

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