Day Four - December 4th

main prompt: mistletoe

pairing/character: lysandervictoire


Victoire had always been the most beautiful of the Weasley girls. There was no denying it, the swish of her hair, the spark in her eyes, the curves of her lips – she was desirable, and she knew it. Lysander wondered if someone could be born with such a great attraction, because really, it wasn't only him that felt this way. Hundreds of boys and men alike had and would feel that god-awful flip in their stomachs when she passed, or that painful twisting in their chests when she smiled.

She was the kind of girl that was perfect, but the one that you couldn't help but love and hate at the same time. She was the kind of girl who could break someone's heart with flutter of her lashes, and they would be happy for it – because getting your heart broken by her was some sort of honour, an honour that many boys had won.

Lysander wasn't the first to feel that sickening drop. It was Christmas day, and he had that warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. His parents had let him have a glass of firewhiskey with his lunch, and he felt flushed and confident. He was going to say something to her; he was going to tell her how he felt. So what if he was only fifteen – he was going to do it, for real this time.

He stood up, a cocky smile spreading across his face as he made his way across the room. He leant against the fireplace for a moment, pretending to look around, but really he was just settling his nerves. His stomach was doing back-flips.

He secured his smile once again on his lips, and turned around to where Victoire sat. The smile almost instantly slipped from his face, and was replaced by a grimace, and a hurt look in his eyes. Teddy Lupin was holding a bunch of mistletoe above Victoire's head, and slowly, without even noticing Lysander, the girl leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the older boy's lips.


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