Hey guys! I'm so so SO sorry this took so long to upload, but I had a lot more trouble with this chapter than I thought I would. It took me a while to decided how I wanted things to play out, and then I kept changing my mind, and re-writing it, and it was basically agony. But, I think it was worth it, and I'm really proud of the chapter, so enjoy!

Victoire froze for a moment, her head spinning. It took her a second to remember where she was and what she was supposed to be doing, but once she did she strode out onto the pitch in determination. She did not look at Teddy, afraid of what she might see.

She was so angry at him. What was he thinking? Telling her that right before a match! Had he lost his mind? She knew that she'd now spend the entire match debating what exactly he had meant inside her head and she so did not need that. She also had the urge to laugh at herself and at this somewhat irrational anger.

As the whistle blew and they took to the sky she moved in formation with her other chasers, letting her muscles do all of the work and her instincts and reflexes take over. That did not stop her from thinking about Teddy. Had he really meant that? Why would he say it if he didn't mean it? Did he mean it in the 'just friends' way? That would be just her luck. Why on Earth had he decided to say it when he did?

She decided to ignore Teddy and keep her mind solely on the game, but it wasn't quite that simple. Every time she managed to forget him he'd soar by her chasing a bludger and she'd remember all over again.

Despite Victoire's distraction, the game was going very well. Teddy hit a bludger towards Ravenclaw's keeper, making him duck and giving Victoire and opening to score, which she managed to do, making the score 140 to 60. As he soared around the pitch, looking for his next victim he felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, one that he'd been carrying for longer than he'd realized. He couldn't pinpoint the moment when he'd fallen in love with Victoire or the moment when he'd realized it. He knew that some part of his subconscious had known for a while and it was that part of him that made him hate all of her boyfriends and made him stare at her for too long. During the time they hadn't been speaking to each other was when it became the most obvious to him, though he still wasn't ready to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else. He supposed he had been rather thick about it all, though he'd never say that within fifty feet of Matt. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. A part of him did feel a little guilty about shifting the weight from his shoulder's to Victoire's, but his relief was so huge that he didn't think much about it.

He glanced wistfully at her as she soared towards the Ravenclaw goal posts and wondered what she was thinking. There were three ways that she could deal with his statement, each less ideal than the last. What he was hoping for was for her to tell him that she loved him too. He thought she did, but a part of him just wondered if he'd been listening to Matt for too long and had finally cracked. The second option was for her to tell him that she didn't feel that way about him and that they couldn't be friends if he felt that way. That would be painful, but he conceded that he would then, at least, have the chance to get over her properly. The third option, the one that would be most difficult for him and the easiest for Victoire would be for her to ignore what he said. He desperately hoped she didn't do that because he would have to see her every day knowing that she didn't feel the same way and being unable to get over her.

Needless to say he was hoping for option 1.

As the game progressed they continued to have the lead, but there still had not been a sign of the snitch, or even a false alarm. Teddy was taking aim at one of Ravenclaw's chasers when the commentators voice rang out: "And the Gryffindor seeker Lauren Wesley has the snitch! Didn't see that one comin', did you? Right out o' nowhere and GRYFFINDOR WINS! 340 to 110! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden victory, for no one had seen it coming or even seen when Wesley had spotted the snitch. Once everyone went out of shock, the Gryffindor supporters cheered and shouted as the team returned to the ground. They hugged one another and cheered along with the crowd, beaming when Professor McGonagall handed Henry Carmichael the Quidditch cup.

Teddy was separated from Victoire by most of the team as they all surrounded Henry, but he got the distinct impression that she was avoiding him, a thought which made his stomach churn. As the team began to head back to the changing rooms he considered calling out to her, but decided to wait and see what she would do. The quaffle was on her side of the pitch, and now it was her job to do something with it.

They changed amidst the laughter and rejoicing of their teammates, but neither had left the changing room after they'd changed out of their robes. They both seemed to sense that the other would be waiting for them.

When the door finally swung shut behind Aaron, Victoire was fumbling around in her bag, avoiding Teddy's constant gaze.

After a moment she took a deep breath, raised herself up to her whole height, and approached him slowly and deliberately.

Teddy knew that this was the moment. She was going to do one of three things, and it didn't look like it would be the one he wanted either. He braced himself for the heartache.

However, Teddy had been wrong when assuming that Victoire only had three options for reactions. There was, in fact, a four option, and that was the one she chose. Without breaking step, she walked right up to him and slapped him hard across the face.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he bellowed, his hand flying to his left cheek, which stung.

"I should be asking you the same thing!" she said, "What was that?"

"What was what?" asked Teddy, though he already knew the answer.

"Before the match! Did you want me to blow it?" she asked, glaring at him, "I spent the entire match thinking about what you said, and what you meant, and what I should say, and what I should do, and all the while I was trying desperately to keep focused, but it was impossible with you flying by me every twenty seconds! What were you thinking?"

Teddy ignored her question, and asked one of his own instead, "What do you want me to have meant?"

"No! No, no, no, no, no, you are so not getting out of answering me that quickly. I want to you tell me what you meant," she said, still outraged.

"I meant what I said," he said, with an attempt at a nonchalant shrug. He knew it wasn't a very helpful answer, but he wasn't trying to be helpful, he was trying to figure out how she felt without risking anything more than he'd already risked.

"You are so-so-so," Victoire cast around, as if expecting a word that could adequately express her anger and outrage to appear out of thin air. When no such work appeared she settled for "Infuriating!"

"Oh, you're one to call me infuriating," said Teddy, his own temper alighting, "I took a risk and told you exactly what I felt, and you're standing here yelling at me for not saying what I mean when you aren't saying what you mean either! It's bloody hypocritical!"

Victoire glared at him, unsure of how to respond. After a moment of silence, much to Teddy's surprise, she actually began to laugh. She realized that if Teddy had meant what she wanted him to mean, than she was wasting an awful lot of time fighting with him about it, and if he didn't mean what she hoped he meant, she was only postponing the inevitable by continuing the argument.

"Vic, what are you-"

However Teddy didn't get to finish his question, as Victoire lunged forward and kissed him full on the mouth.

So, I just wanted to apologize again for the long wait, but this chapter gave me a lot of trouble, and I actually re-wrote it 10 or 12 times before I got to this point. Please review and tell me what you thought and what you're expecting/hoping for the rest of the story (there's not much more to go...).

XOXO

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