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Chapter ten: It Is What It Is

"How long have you been standing there?" asked Teddy. It was as if time had frozen. Victoire's icy blue eyes were impenetrable.

"I think I've been here long enough," she replied, trying to control herself from being a bursting ball of emotions. "James, will you give us a few seconds?" she pleaded. James simply looked at her and blinked. "Alone?"

"Oh! So THAT's what you meant then," he answered nodding his head. "Well, no, I'm not leaving; this has been the best thing I've seen up close since the Quidditch World Cup. It's like sitting front row!"

"James, first of all, you do sit up front." said Teddy, ruffling his hair. "Next... PLEASE?"

"Ignore me, I'll be good" said James, tossing his feet up the table. Teddy was about to snap but Victoire took James' advice and proceeded anyway.

"Everything you said," said Victoire. "Is it true? All of it?"

"Yeah" said Teddy, blushing a bright scarlet with his hair turned an erroneous pink. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I can't believe you've kept this from me... seriously, Ted" said Victoire. She stepped aside, massaging her temples. Teddy stuffed his hands in his trousers.

"My bad" he replied shrugging with a smug look on his face. Irresistable thought Victoire. "I can't believe you haven't spoken to me since... Christmas" he said, partially mortified.

"WAIT, you said the last time you spoke was in the train---" announced James, breaking his vow of silence.

"Well, I lied" said Teddy, stating the obvious to an annoyed James Potter. "I need you to tell me, right now, what is it going to be, Victoire?

(Flashback)

Professor Longbottom, after recovering from his unfortunate accident, brought the children (if you could still call them that) to the Burrow to meet up with the rest of the clan. It was a strange ride home, filled with awkward stories of his distant youth.

"Harry!" called Teddy, dropping all of his belongings on the ground, rushing to give him a great walloping hug.

"Ted, it looks as if you've grown another inch or so, right, hasn't he, Gin? You'll probably be as tall as Remus or even taller!" replied Harry as Ginny hurried immediately to hug the little boy she could call her own while Victoire went straight to looking for her siblings and parents.

Exactly the way Christmas cards go, the Weasley family was the most picturesque epitome of holiday spirit. All wearing matching sweaters that number one, as Molly would like to call herself, knitted and laboured immensely for; even Fleur got her own sweater. Each and every one of them was itching to take it off but as far as traditions go, the matriarch dominates the holidays. Mr. Weasley number one, as Arthur would like to call himself, tells everyone to just go with the flow.

The Burrow, which was immensely developed through the years, was filled to the brim with children running about everwhere. Mitten-clad little ones would be out and about playing Quidditch in the snowy landscape, while the others would be reading by the fire place and the adults catching up on what they've missed.

"Happy Christmas to each and every one of us!" heralded Arthur Weasley, while each head would lift their goblets and cheer their name out loud. Memorizing names of who-knows-how-many relatives was tasking for the younger ones and as they grew in size, it was something that they kept; A chorus of names, from Bill and Charlie, Hermione and Harry, down to Hugo and Lily.

"Happy Christmas, Victoire" said Teddy, approaching with unprecedented anxiety. "I--- got you something." He lifted what looked like a smaller version of a pensieve, except it was given with a slate of memories already. "There's something I need to tell you"

"Me too" said Victoire, she stood up slightly overwhelmed. "But, you go first"

"I think we're going well" said Teddy.

"What? That doesn't make sense..." said Victoire, completely baffled by what Teddy just muttered.

"I mean, Xavier, Caleb, Ellie... it's a lot" said Teddy, Victoire nodded in awkward agreement. "It has been insane, to say the least, and I've given it much thought and..."

"And?" said Victoire. I love you? We'll make this work? Finally? Teddy, I'm just waiting... one word...

"I was thinking about what you said and I'm okay with being just friends. Don't get me wrong! I'm still completely taken by you but... if you don't want me to, I'm willing to tear Hogwarts from its roots if it means I could go back to being your best friend, as cheesy as it sounds."

"Oh" said Victoire, she was screaming on the inside.

"Wait, Oh?" asked Teddy. "Did... I say something wrong? Look, we're limitless here. All you have to do is tell me and I will gladly oblige, whatever decision you make" replied Teddy, faking a smile. If you really love someone, you have to let them go, even if it kills you in the process and maybe, by a happy chance, they'd come back.

"I think that's great, Teddy"

"What's it going to be?" he asked nonchalantly, dying to find out.

"I'm not sure" said Victoire deadpan.

"Oh... Err... I guess I'll ask you later then, or something" said Teddy feeling like he was left hanging on the edge.

"I s'pose" muttered Victoire, "Happy Christmas, Teddy"

"And to you as well" he said, as she sped past him.

(Victoire's POV)

What is it going to be, Victoire?

Those words echoed like bullets through my ears.

It was ironic really, it was an unavoidable question I started asking myself since I was eleven yet after all these years, the answer is still the same... or is it?

I never wanted to take the leap. I was afraid. Afraid that if I was wrong, I would lose everything that was right.

Could I live without him? No, I couldn't. He completes my sentences, my days and he completes me. I feel completely aggravated for being such a cheeseball, but maybe there was a reason all this sap came to be to begin with, maybe sap is the painful truths we hate to love and love to hate.

His stare could have obliterated Azkaban to dust.

Would I survive seeing him with someone else? No, probably wouldn't. It would tear me a hundred times over. To see him tell stories the same way he does to me, to know he's holding a hand that isn't mine, laughing with someone, hugging someone else, kissing even—no, I'd be too selfish and unkind to let him go, only a fool would.

I'm holding back, I have to guard myself after all. What am I supposed to say?

"I.."

"You?" said Teddy impatiently. I wanted to smack that cocky grin out of his face. "I love you, a hundred times over". He came closer to me, and I wanted to step back, but I was frozen. "How about you?"

"I love-" I started.

"Merlin, just kiss each other already!!!! SHEESH!" said James giving himself a big fat facepalm.

And we did as we were told.

I don't think I've seen any couple so happy in my life thought James, covering his eyes slowly. So, what exactly was love?

It was staring at the person so hard until your heart ached. It was making a fool out of yourself but made a hero to someone else. It was well beyond a part-time metamorphmagus, a part-time veela and once-a-month wolfish pair. It goes further than a bludger straight in the head. It was doing the unthinkable, bearing the unbearable and seeing the unreasonable. Love was, and always will be, magic.