Chapter 10

Teddy's POV

When I woke up I kept my eyes closed, hugging Victoire to me, my face buried in her hair. Her hair seemed longer than I remembered, and she smelled different, she smelled nice. Wait… No… That didn't make sense because Victoire was… Victoire was… then who?

The answer came to me instantly, and I opened my eyes to see Roxy, eyes closed, looking peaceful for the first time since that day. It was odd, how many times had I dreamed of waking up next to her, and now here she was. Did we...?

No. Did we? I couldn't remember anything. We couldn't have… No, I was still wearing jeans and a jumper from yesterday. And she was wearing a pair of Vic's old pyjamas. Thank God, I'd never forgive myself if I had…

Ok, calm down, I just needed to get up slowly and go downstairs before she woke up. She looked so beautiful when she's asleep. No, Teddy, focus, that's it, slowly sit up.

"Teddy? Are you there?" she mumbled, eyes still closed, her hands gripping the front of my jumper.

"Shhh, shhh, just go back to sleep, It's alright. Shhh."

"Teddy?" she opened her eyes and sat up, looking at me sleepily, "What's going on?"

"Shhh, it's ok. How are you feeling?" I put my arm around her.

"Like shit. What's the time?"

I looked at my watch. "Eleven o'clock. Wait… Eleven o'clock! Get up, quick! We're late!"

"Late for what?" she still looked half asleep.

"You're having a scan at quarter past, now hurry up."

I jumped out of bed and grabbed some fresh clothes from the still open wardrobe.

"Get dressed; I'll be back with breakfast in five minutes."

I ran out of the room, leaving her sat there, still looking confused at what was going on. I turned back to her.

"Get dressed Roxy!"

With a sigh, she got up, and walked over to where her clothes lay in a neat pile by the wardrobe. I ran down the hallway into the bathroom and pulled on my clothes. Angelina would kill me if we missed the scan.

Fred's POV

Hurry up Roxy! A scan! We get to actually see our Baby for the first time.

OUR Baby? Jumping out of bed, she raised her eyebrows.

You know what I mean. Just hurry up.

She pulled on yesterday's clothes with a sigh, looking over at Victoire's wardrobe lustfully. She went over into the sink in the corner and splashed her face, then attempted to control her hair, which looked like a fuzzy red explosion.

There was a knock at the door.

"Roxy, can I come in?" Teddy called.

"Yeah, sure."

She took one last look in the mirror, finally deciding that she was presentable.

Teddy walked in carrying two pieces of toast, and stopped dead when he caught sight of her.

"You look beautiful." He said. He looked as if he was going to carry on, but he stopped himself, shaking his head and pausing, closing and opening his eyes. "Roxy… You understand we can't…"

"Why?" she could think of nothing else to say. Her heart hurt when he opened his mouth to explain.

"Because it would be taking advantage of you. You're sixteen years old, pregnant, and you've been through hell, you don't know what you want. You've never had a serious relationship in your life, this time two years ago I was engaged. Furthermore, I'm your teacher now. It's illegal. I- No Roxy, We can't."

"But I love you."

None of us were expecting that, least of all Roxy. She clapped her hand to her mouth and turned away from him, her face going red.

"Roxy, I…"

"No, I'm sorry, I… we need to leave. Come on."

He took her hand, and, just for a second, stared into her eyes. Then he turned on the spot and Roxy heard the familiar cracking noise.

"And so if you look up at the screen you should now be able to see the outline of the child's head. Can you see it? Just there?" The muggle woman traced the shape with her finger, smiling.

Roxy nodded, even though all she could see was a wonky blob.

The muggle woman turned to Teddy. "Well, we've done all the necessary checks, so if you take these pills," She handed Roxy a small bottle labelled 'vitamin supplement', "and eat healthily, you should soon be proud parents, congratulations."

Teddy stepped forwards, "What? No… we're not… I'm just a friend of the family."

She winked at Roxy, "This one's a keeper; he really cares about you."

Teddy and Roxy both went bright red, and Teddy said hurriedly, "Alright Roxy, we should get home now, your Dad will kill me if I don't have you back soon."

"Alright."

When they were out of the building, Teddy turned to Roxy.

"Here," He pulled a bar of chocolate out of his pocket and handed it to her, "You've been so brave."

She took the chocolate and smiled at him nervously.

"C'mon." He held out his arm and Roxy took it, enjoying the contact a little more than she should have done.

*crack*

No sooner than they arrived Angelina came rushing out of the house and flung her arms around Roxy, kissing her hair and stroking her back.

George stood in the doorway, watching Roxy carefully. Roxy pulled away from her mother, and began to walk towards George.

George didn't move. He didn't even blink. He just watched as Roxy approached him and gently put her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. Suddenly George woke up, and hugged her back.

"You've been so, so brave princess. And I promise everything will be alright. Everything."

He took her hand and led her into the house, and sat down with her on the sofa. Angelina sat on her other side, her hand resting gently on Roxy's shoulder.

"Roxy, princess."

George began to speak, but couldn't finish, he looked down at the floor and began to cry.

"Dad, it's-"

"NO! It's not ok. I wasn't there! I'm supposed to protect you and I wasn't there for you. I… You… You're the most important thing in the world, and I've let you down. I'm a horrible person. I'm a monster."

"Don't you dare. Ever. Say that again." Roxy was shaking with anger. How could he think that? How?

"No. It's true. I wasn't there when you needed me. They hurt you and it's all my fault. I am a monster, and now you- you're-"

"George you shut your mouth right now." Teddy's eyes were ablaze, "Do you know why she didn't tell you about it? Do you know what she was actually afraid of? She was afraid of you reacting like this. Look at her; you're hurting her now far more than they ever could. You know what George? You are a monster. She needs you to be strong now, and you've just hurt her even more. You make me sick." Teddy's lip curled, and he turned away from George and walked into the kitchen, leaving everyone sat in a stunned silence.

George stopped crying. He swallowed, and put his arms around her. This hurt so much more than his words had done. Roxy could feel nothing but guilt. Her hands twisted in her lap, she was unable to hug him back, unable to show any kind of warmth towards him at all, terrified of loving her own Father because of the fear that she would hurt him even more.

"I'm sorry."

Roxy stood up and walked away from him, up the stairs, and into the bedroom she hadn't seen for what seemed like months. The first thing she noticed was her bed; the covers that she had tidied before she left with Teddy were now crumpled and folded. George had been sleeping in it.

She lay down on the bed and inhaled deeply into her pillow. She missed George's smell, and the warm sense of happiness that went with it.

"What do I do, Fred? What do I do?"

I don't know.

There was a knock at the door. Roxy didn't reply, hoping they would just leave.

The door opened, and Teddy walked in.

"Roxy?" he whispered, "Are you asleep?"

She stayed silent.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Roxy."

She twisted around and sat up, facing him.

He gently wiped away one of her tears, and held it up to the light. It glistened.

"I just wanted to tell you that…"He stopped, and looked straight into her eyes, "That I love you too."

He gently brought his head down towards hers, and, finally, they kissed.

It was not like any of Roxy's wild fantasies; it was so much better. Roxy had never imagined the power one kiss could have over a person. When Teddy pulled away she kept her eyes closed, trying to stay inside the moment, she didn't want to go back to reality; she wanted to stay in that moment, with Teddy, because in that moment I didn't exist, she wasn't pregnant, George didn't matter, Angelina was fine, and Roxy was with Teddy. Everything she had ever wanted was inside that moment, and she didn't want to let it go.

She lay back down on the bed, and for the second night in a row they fell asleep curled in each other's arms.

George's POV

I've failed her, my only daughter. Never, ever had I imagined that anything like this could happen to my baby. She must have been so scared. So alone, so frightened, and I wasn't there. Everything's my fault. I encouraged her to rebel at school. I sent her presents whenever she got detentions, and congratulated her when she did wrong. She would have never gone near that house if it wasn't for me. I deserved to die.

I was sat on the landing, leaning against her bedroom door, singing a lullaby to my sleeping princess, my beautiful, broken baby.

When Fred died, I thaught it was the worst thing in the world, that nothing could ever hurt more than that. I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I told myself that I should have saved Fred, that I could've done something, but the truth is nothing I could have done would have prevented that from happening. But Roxy… Roxy… I stood up and pushed open the door. I needed to see her. I needed to know that, in that second, she was alright.

Anger. Rage. Pain. My baby! He was touching her, his hands entwined in her hair, cradling her against him.

I started towards them, not knowing what I was going to do. I grabbed my wand; I knew what the spell was. I could hurt him like they hurt her. He deserved it. And he was going to pay for what they did to her…

No.

I saw her face, and I knew that I couldn't do it. She looked so peaceful, so happy, I couldn't wake her, bring her back to reality. And Teddy wouldn't, he's not that kind of person. He loves her almost as much as I do. I put my wand back into my pocket, and took a step closer to them. Her duvet was still pushed right down to the end of the bed where I had left it. It was freezing last night, and I had kicked the quilt off me. I deserved to be cold. I deserved every bit of pain I felt.

But Roxy didn't.

I picked up the duvet and placed it over the two of them. I stiffened as Roxy mumbled something, and then relaxed and backed out of the room, watching her beautiful face for as long as I dared before silently shutting the door and sitting down to cry.

Rereading to edit and loving the cheesy kissing and angst.
Oh Georgie I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you baby!

Why must I be so cruel.
((Edited as of 28/06/2012))