Prompt: #28 Tell her that she's the only girl you ever want. Don't lie

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Betrayal (April 2014)

Victoire tapped her quill on her desk. She couldn't take anymore notes. Who in their right mind decided to put History of Magic as the last class on a Friday? Finally the bell tolled signaling the end of class. She hurriedly packed up her things and rushed out of class with her friend Kaitlyn. They were laughing and discussing their weekend plans when they turned a corner and saw Teddy halfway down the corridor. He was talking to that Penny Daly. Victoire hated her. She was tall, tan, and a year older than Teddy. And she was always throwing herself at him. They seemed to be in the middle of a polite conversation. Victoire stayed on the spot and watched for a moment when it happened. Penny leaned in towards him and kissed him right on the lips.

She gasped loudly and put a hand over her mouth. She turned immediately and began running in the other direction. Hot tears streamed down her face without reservation. She wasn't even paying attention to where she was going until she ended up at the statue of Lucinda the Lovely. She tucked herself in the pocket of space between the statue and the wall and continued to let the tears flow freely, her hands glowing bright white with Veela rage.

After just a few moments she heard hurried footsteps coming down the hall. "Victoire?" Teddy called. She tried to silence her sobs and sniffles but it was too late. Teddy poked his head around the statue. "Vic?"

"Go away!" she shrieked.

"Vic." He squeezed by the statue and knelt down next to her. He reached out and took her gently by the chin and made her look at him.

She looked into his eyes for a moment. His normally bright green eyes were at the moment a light grey, his hair a dull brown instead of turquoise. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"Please look at me, Vic," he implored, his voice faltering slightly.

"I can't," she sobbed.

"Please."

She opened her eyes again and saw hers were not the only ones that were wet.

"I'm so sorry, Victoire. I didn't mean for that to happen. And I certainly didn't mean for you to see it. She just kissed me on her own. I've tried to tell her, over and over, that I'm not interested but she just keeps pushing."

Victoire felt the Veela fire subside but she still couldn't get that knot out of her chest.

"You believe me, don't you?"

She couldn't speak. Her mouth was dry and her throat had closed up.

"Victoire Apolline Weasley, you are the only girl for me, and you have been for as long as I can remember."

Victoire nodded, finally beginning to gain control of herself.

"I promise you that I will never leave you and I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you."

Victoire nodded again and then flung her arms around his neck. He kissed her hair gently and stroked her back. "I love you," he whispered.