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Prompt: Wrong

"Class, please turn your books to page nine," Teddy instructed the classroom full of sixth years, with his best Teacher's Voice and Look. He'd been practicing in the mirror for his first day on the job, and from the awed looks the students were giving him and the whispers he'd heard – That's Harry Potter's godson!" – he was doing quite well.

One hand shot up at the back of the classroom.

Teddy glanced at the owner of the hand and stifled a groan. "Yes, Miss Potter?" he asked politely.

Lily flashed him an innocent smile. "We covered nonverbal spells last year, Professor."

He gritted his teeth. "Yes, I'm aware. Did you go in depth?"

A frown marred her pretty face – Lily didn't like losing. "No," she muttered, drawing out the word.

"Exactly," he said, raising an eyebrow and silently daring her to talk back, well-used to Lily's usual fighting techniques. She stayed mercifully silent. "Now, then. Can I have a volunteer to read the passage at the top?"

About a dozen girls raised their hands, practically waving them under his nose.

"Miss Finnigan?" he asked, ignoring Lily's raised eyebrow at the choice. "Go ahead."

Callie Finnigan beamed, tossing her dark brown hair and looking down at the passage. "Nonverbal spells are among the most useful branches of magic…"

Teddy tuned her out, his attention focused on Lily in the back row. She was bent over her textbook, quill in hand, clearly doodling something and not paying any attention at all.

"Miss Potter?" he said politely when Callie had finished reading. "Can I ask what in your textbook is distracting you from my lesson?"

Lily's head shot up, hazel eyes wide. "No," she answered, an obviously automatic response from what Teddy could tell.

"In that case, perhaps you'll allow me to check after class," he suggested, his eyes and hair turning dark in a warning.

Lily wilted under his practiced and perfected glare. "All right," she grumbled, dropping her quill.

"Thank you," Teddy said, turning back to the class. "Now, today, we'll be analyzing the more common uses of nonverbal magic, which you may very well use in your day to day lives when you are all fully qualified wizards and witches."

The lesson continued comfortably, with, thankfully, no more interruptions from the back corner. Lily was, in fact, unusuallly subdued ever since he called her out, and while Teddy was grateful for the peace and quiet that caused, he couldn't help but being curious. Lily was as good as his baby sister, and he was quite worried something was wrong.

"I'll see you all tomorrow," he said cheerfully at the end of class, a little surprised to find the bell ringing already. "Miss Potter, stay behind."

Obligingly, Lily lagged behind her classmates, shooing away her friends when they hovered near the door.

"She'll be fine," said Teddy dryly, closing the door in their concerned faces. "Now," he said authoritatively, turning back to Lily, his eyes stormy gray, "what is your problem, Lily?"

Lily looked up at him through unusually dark hazel eyes. "I don't have a problem," she mumbled.

"Yes, you do," Teddy countered firmly. "I know you, Lily. And I know you would talk back on such a meaningless subject if you didn't have a problem with me, personally. And, for Merlin's sake, let me see your book. I'm quite curious as to what was distracting you so much."

"I wasn't distracted," she protested but reluctantly withdrew the textbook from her bookbag and handed it to him. "Fine."

Teddy sighed, looking at her in concern and hoping fervently it was just hormones acting up as he opened the book to the page they'd been on.

There, written in shiny golden ink, the words Mrs. Lily Lupin glared up at him.

His jaw dropped. "Lily…"

"I know, I know," Lily interrupted, rolling her eyes. "It's stupid. It's silly. It's a childhood crush. And it's wrong. You're too old for me. You're dating Victoire. I know all that."

"Then…?" Teddy prompted, feeling rather desperate for answers. "Lily, this is—"

"I know it's wrong," said Lily, looking as fiery as her hair normally did. "But I don't care."

Teddy gaped at her a moment, not quite sure what to say, when she just reached up and yanked him down into perhaps the strangest kiss he had ever experienced.

It wasn't that Lily wasn't a good kisser – in fact, he rather suspected she had a lot of practice in that area. It wasn't that she tasted bad or anything equally superficial. And it wasn't even that she was his student and this was likely illegal.

It was the fact that something about the feel of her slender, sixteen-year-old body in his hands just felt unbelievably wrong. It wasn't just her youth or his relationship status – this was wrongwrongwrong in so many different ways, he couldn't even begin to count them.

And something just didn't feel right about touching her fire-bright waves instead of Victoire's strawberry-blond curls. Everything about this didn't feel right.

Lily pulled back, her hazel eyes confused. "What was that?" she inquired, her voice unusually soft.

Teddy sighed, one hand absently combing through her strawberry hair the way he used to when she was a little girl. "Tell me something, Lily—do you honestly think you're in love with me?"

"Yes," she said firmly, digging into her shirt and pulling out a flower-shaped locket he had bought her as a birthday gift for her ninth birthday to thrust under his nose as proof. "You're my best friend. That's how the story goes, right? Best friends grow up, realize they love each other, and face all the obstacles together."

Teddy wasn't quite sure how to explain it to her. "Lily, we're not a fairytale. You're too young–"

Lily stomped her foot. "That doesn't matter! If we really love each other, age doesn't matter!"

He leaned down and dropped a kiss onto her temple, quieting her down with the action. "You're right, Lily. It doesn't matter. Because there are a whole lot of other things that matter more. And they're just as wrong. And illegal."

She glared at him. "But I love you."

"And I love you, too," he said with a gentle smile. "You'll always be my Lily-flower, all right?"

There was a moment – a heartbeat of silence – where he thought she might try to argue and persuade him to think otherwise, but then she deflated before his eyes.

"It was always Victoire," Lily said with a wistful, bitter laugh. "Always. You two were just so right for each other. And I guess we're just all wrong."

"Don't do that to yourself, Lily," Teddy warned her, drawing her into a warm hug. "I love you. Do you believe me?"

"Yeah," Lily murmured into his chest. "I do."

And perhaps this kind of love was the most right.

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