Chapter Twelve: Not Quite Love

"I love him!" Victoire announced, flicking her long, blonde hair. "I need to go see him. NOW."

As Victoire tried to stand, Teddy gently pulled her back down.

"Vic, you need to calm down."

She wrestled out of his grip. "You can't keep me away from him, Teddy," she deadpanned.

Like hell I can't.

Teddy shot a look of panic to Dominique.

"It was one of your lot who did this to her," he snapped. Dominique crossed her arms and glared back at Teddy.

"My lot?"

"Snakes," he replied. "Slippery, slimy snakes!"

"Don't you call him that!" shrieked Victoire, standing up again. "I love him, Teddy! Dominique, you'll fetch him for me, won't you?"

"What's wrong with her, Teddy? Has she completely lost it?"

"That bloody prick Sebastian Flint slipped her some Amortentia in Potions," Teddy seethed, trying to maintain a gentle hold on a squirming Victoire.

"Bollocks!" Dominique swore, in shock.

"Teddy, I have to see him. We're in love," she pointed out again. Teddy fought to keep his eyes and hair from turning green. The irony was not lost on him, and yet again he silently both blessed and cursed his late mother.

"Farrah's gone to get Professor Davies," Teddy told Victoire and she suddenly got a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Vic, did you hear that? He'll sort you out in no time!" Dominique enthused, causing Victoire to squeeze her hand tightly.

"You'll be my maid of honour at our wedding, Dominique? You can even wear green. Sebastian loves green."

As Teddy fought the urge to turn his wand on himself, the door opened and a worried Farrah and Professor Davies entered the empty classroom.

"Hello, Professor!" said Victoire, happily. "Farrah, you're back! Did you see Sebastian?"

"See, Professor?" Farrah pointed out.

"Miss Weasley, did you notice anything funny in your pumpkin juice at lunch?" Professor Davies asked kindly, as he quickly mixed a potion from a variety of vials from his briefcase.

Victoire shook her head. "Not at all, Professor. But then again, at lunchtime, Sebastian Flint was staring at me from the Slytherin table. Can you believe it Professor?"

"You can fix it, right?" Teddy asked nervously.

Professor Davies put his hand reassuringly on Teddy's shoulder. "If you move out of the way, Mr. Lupin, we can have Miss Weasley sneering at the Slytherins in no time. No offence, Miss Weasley," he added, motioning to Dominique.

"Is something going to happen to that pri...err, so-called prefect, Sebastian Flint?" demanded Teddy as Professor Davies handed Victoire a goblet.

"A toast to Miss Weasley and her new found love of Mr. Flint," toasted Professor Davies, raising an empty goblet.

"Thank you so much!" gushed Victoire, as she downed the potion quickly.

Within seconds, her large grin turned into a look of horrified surprise.

"What-?"

"Oh thank Merlin," sighed Dominique, pushing the Professor out of the way to sit next to her sister. "Thanks for the invitation, Vic, but I'd rather not be the maid of honour at your wedding to Sebastian Flint."

"Flint? Where the bloody hell did you pull that idea fr..."

She stopped and looked at Teddy.

"I'll kill him!" she screeched, standing up, forcing Teddy to once again restrain her.

"I suggest you give Miss Weasley some time to calm down then come along and meet me in Professor McGonagall's office," Professor Davies advised. "Miss Weasley, if you feel a bit of nausea, its completely common for the antidote, but go along and see Madam Pomfrey if it becomes unbearable."

"Thank you, Professor," said, Teddy stealing a quick glance at Victoire's fiery eyes.

"Flint...that miserable toe-rag!" Victoire said angrily, wrestling out of Teddy's grip again and sitting down with a huff.

"He'll be in a lot of trouble, Victoire," Farrah said, patting her on the back.

"You were right about something at least, Victoire. I would look stunning in a green dress," Dominique added.

"I can go rough him up a bit, if you like?" Teddy offered with a smile. "No-one messes with my girl!"

Dominique raised her eyebrows, Farrah grinned and Victoire turned red.

"Er, well, that's to say..."

"Thanks, Teddy," Victoire replied warmly.