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I'm not very proud of this chapter, it was written in kind of a rush, but I don't think it's too bad. I don't think I got Victoire very in character, but I hope you like my OCs. It's also quite short, sorry about that.

Disclaimer:

Sirius: ThatSarcasticOne, do you own anyone?

Me: Nope… Except my OCs. But if I could, I would totally own you.

Sirius: Runs away in fear.


Victoire stared at herself in the mirror, tracing the outlines of her cheekbones with her finger.

She had always been widely sought out by the Hogwarts male population, mostly because of her Veela blood. It annoyed her to no end, the constant stares and Hogsmeade offers. In truth, half of those boys were either immature prats or just plain repulsive. Victoire wasn't the kind to judge a book by its cover, but she couldn't help but walk more quickly when one of the latter kinds approached her. The one boy she did fancy, though she would never admit it to anyone, had a date to Hogsmeade in a few hours.

Of course, Victoire did too. She usually didn't date, all the boys wanted were her looks, but this guy was different. His name was Simon Connors and Victoire was looking forward to spending her day with him.

"Come on Vic," Eleanor Everton said, pulling the blonde girl away from the mirror. "I bet you Simon is waiting for you outside the common room."

"I'm nervous, El. Really nervous."

"Victoire Weasley, nervous of a boy? Come on, he's not even the one you fancy."

"How do you know I fancy anyone?"

"Really, Vic? I see the way you look at Teddy. It's extremely obvious."

"Shut your mouth," Victoire mumbled, stepping out of the dorm. "And, besides, Simon is so sweet. He's an amazing person."

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "You've literally known him for a few days, calm down. I can't deny he's good looking, though, for a Hufflepuff."

"Stereotypical much?" Victoire grinned, taking the last few steps into the common room. "And, yeah, I think this is going to be a good Hogsmeade visit."

Eleanor patted her friend on the back before pushing Victoire towards the Fat Lady's portrait. "Go on, then."

Victoire gave her friend a nervous grin before stepping outside to a waiting Simon. Her first thought was, he cleans up nicely. His chocolate brown hair was slicked back against his scalp and he was wearing quite possibly the preppiest clothes Victoire had seen on anyone, yet they looked good.

"You look good," Victoire complimented, blushing. She rocked back and forth on her heels, feeling more and more nervous by the second.

"You do too," Simon said, taking her hand. "I was thinking of going to the Three Broomsticks first?"

"That's a good idea."

The two walked in a comfortable silence for some time, the light snow dusting Victoire's hair. Every time too much would collect, Simon would reach up and brush it off, giving her a sly smile.

Teeth chattering, the two finally made it into the warm Three Broomsticks, walking towards the back and getting a booth. Victoire noticed Teddy a few down with his date, though he didn't look too happy. In fact, there was a pained sort of expression on his face, and a second later, he got up and left.

Stop thinking about Teddy, Victoire ordered herself, giving Simon a smile.

He gave her a smile back. "So, what made you decide to give a weirdo like me a chance?"

Victoire laughed, shaking her head. "You're not a weirdo. You're actually really nice."

Simon seemed to be staring at her, his brows a little furrowed. "Is that your real laugh?"

"Er… Yeah."

"It sounds like bells."

Victoire fidgeted in her seat. "Yeah, I've been told that. Part of the whole Veela thing. It's kind of annoying."

"No, no, not all. It's really endearing, in fact."

"Thanks," Victoire blushed, thankful for the barista walking towards their booth. They both ordered, erasing some of the awkward tension.

"So, is your whole family Veela?" Simon asked when the barista had left.

Victoire shook her head. "No, my Mum's only part Veela, so I don't have much of the blood in me."

"Well, you're extremely pretty."

For the third time in an hour, Victoire found herself blushing. "You're going to turn my cheeks permanently red if you keep doing that."

Simon laughed. "Do you want to go outside? There's something I'd like to show you."

"We haven't even gotten our drinks yet."

"That's alright, I already paid. This is more important, anyway."

"Alright." Victoire let Simon lead her out of the Three Broomsticks, her mind wandering to what Teddy was doing right now. She assumed he would be back in the castle, like any sane person. It was starting to get really cold outside.

She was surprised to find her body suddenly pressed against a cold wall as soft lips descended onto hers. Victoire's first instinct was to kiss back, so that's what she did, her and Simon's mouth moving in unison. After a few seconds, finally realizing what was happening, Victoire pulled back, staring at Simon in shock. "Simon, I mean, you're really nice but… we've only known each other for some time and –," she was cut off by Simons lips once again.

Victoire was starting to get a little annoyed, pulling back once again. "Really, Simon, I think we should take this slower. I mean, we're not even technically dating and I don't feel comfortable going this fast and –,"

"Oh, come on, Victoria. I know you want to kiss me."

Victoire frowned. "What did you just call me? My name's not Victoria!"

"Did I say Victoria? Wow, I didn't realize. I mean to say…"

"You meant to say what, Simon? Do you even know my name? Do you even care about anything other than my looks?"

"Vicky…"

"That's not even my nickname, you idiot. You know, I thought you were different! I thought you liked me for who I am! Obviously I was wrong, as you don't even know my name."

"You're just so pretty, I thought you'd be nice to go out with. I mean, I do like you for who you are!"

"Yeah, you like me for what I look like on the outside. Just admit it, Simon." Victoire shook her head, feeling her eyes start to water. "Just… Don't."

Taking a deep breath, she stalked away back towards Hogwarts, letting the tears fall a little harder. Not for the first time, she hated her mother for her blood.


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Part of the reason this chapter was written in a rush is that I'm going out of town tomorrow. I'm going to be out for 10 days, and I won't be able to update. I'll be writing some on my notes on my iTouch, but there will be no new chapters. I just wanted to tell you guys and give you one chapter before I left.

Also, I'm planning for Fred II next, and then Lorcan or Lysander. People have told me to do both, but I only have one idea between the two of them, so I'm going to choose one. If you have an idea for each, please mention it in a review or PM me. After those, I'll be circling back to James.

On the topic of suggestions, if you have ideas for other Next-gen characters, PM or review with the idea!

One last thing. Check out my other Harry Potter story, Alohomora. It's a Marauders seventh year story :)

Can this chapter get 10 reviews maybe…? I know it's kind of a long shot, but anything's possible, right?

Anyway, review please!

~ThatSarcasticOne