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Victoire practically jumped out of her socks at the sight of the breathing lump on the couch. She was going to shout at whoever it was, but she stopped when she saw who it was; because she knew him. His eyes were closed and his steady breathing told Victoire that he was asleep.

"Teddy?" She whispered.

"Wha?" He woke, sitting straight up and eyes frantically roaming around the room, until finally his gaze rested on Victoire.

"Teddy," Victoire repeated, smiling at the sleep-ruffled boy in front of her. His hair was a deep chestnut-brown instead of its usual bright blue, and his eyes were a light ocean blue.

"How do you know about this place?" Teddy asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and stifled a yawn.

"Uncle Harry told me about it," Victoire said, sitting on the couch in the spot Teddy's feet had just vacated.

"Yeah, he told me about it as well," Teddy replied nodding as he ran his fingers through his sleep tousled hair.

"So, I have a question. I asked for somewhere to be alone. How come it let me into a room that already had someone in it?" Victoire asked the question, not really expecting an answer.

"It might be that I asked for somewhere to be alone as well. Or..." He trailed off and his cheeks turned slightly red.

"Or?" Victoire prompted.

"Or... were you by any chancing thinking about me a little while asking the room for a place to be alone?" Teddy's cheeks had faded back to normal but his hair had turned a bright red instead.

Victoire could feel her own cheeks turning red, but she forced her words to come out calm, "A little bit."

Teddy's face broke out into a huge smile.

"What?!" Victoire demanded.

"Nothing." Teddy answered quickly, too fast for his words to be convincing.

"No. Tell me."

Teddy just shook his head.

"Ple..." Victoire started but was cut off by Teddy's lips pressed against her own.

It was a quick kiss, but it was sweet nonetheless.

"What was that about?" Victoire demanded when Teddy pulled back.

"Sorry." Teddy mumbled.

"I didn't say I didn't appreciate it, but I'm wondering why." Victoire forced her voice into something calmer.

"Because, you're awesome, beautiful and perfect. Because..."

"Stop. Just, stop, Teddy." Victoire said, and left the room of requirements crying and more confused than before.

The next morning was beautiful. A perfect Sunday. Elizabeth was tired, but she had quidditch try outs that morning and she was starving.

She was sitting at the gryffindor table sipping her coffee and chewing on the corner of a piece of toast. Suddenly, the owls swooped into the great hall, carrying with them the morning's mail. Elizabeth wasn't expecting anything from home, so she didn't bother looking up. She was extremely surprised when the same Tawny owl that had shown up at her window the night before dropped a rose on the table in front of her plate.

Around the stem was a scrap of parchment. Elizabeth had never been terribly fond of roses, but she thought the gesture was sweet. She quickly unfurled the scroll from around the rose.

It read,

Good luck at try outs.

-T

Elizabeth re-read the note twice, she smiled before slipping it and the rose into her book bag. She looked down the Gryffindor table, seeing if anyone noticed the rose, but no one seemed to even see the ginger girl, let alone her rose.

She was wrong, some one was looking but he was watching from the corner of his eyes.

Now, I'm sure most of you already know who 'T' is, so there really is no point in trying for suspense, but that's not gonna stop me.

Anyway, why did Victoire run out of the room crying? Hmm... THAT I CAN USE SUSPENSE FOR!

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