The last one was totally random, and by the way, Vic's now late on in her third year.

I haven't done anything remotely related to Taylor swift for a while, so I'll do it in this chapter. Review and tell me if you find the song.

And if you don't know, I'll post the right answer when someone guesses so you can listen to it :D

Enjoy!

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Teddy trudged up to the castle with Taylor. She was grinning like a mad person and he was looking at her in a bemused sort of way. They won the Cup every year; it was no different to what normally went down in summer. This year, however, Taylor seemed extremely pleased.

"Can I ask what the hell is wrong with you?"

She just smirked "It doesn't matter. I'm just, well, no it doesn't matter." She giggled. Teddy stopped in his tracks and stared at her, before running after her as she had carried on walking.

"You just giggled Taylor." He told her, stating the obvious.

"I'm in a good mood..."

"What happened with Zac?" Teddy asked, causing her to turn and face him. The smile on her face did not remove itself.

"None of your business." She said again, in the most unconvincing way ever.

"Come on." He said, glancing at her sceptically.

"Ok, he hugged me." She laughed at Teddy's expression.

"There's more."

"Yes."

"Go on then..."

"He whispered in my ear."

"What did he whisper, Tay?" Teddy was smirking now. He'd never seen Taylor act in such a way.

"That he liked me. And then he pulled away a bit, and said 'Really'. It was great!" Taylor's smile seemed to take over her face.

"Well, you go and find Zac, drink some fire whisky, get drunk, and tell him you like him too. Really." Teddy grinned at his friend "And Taylor, well done." He smiled and she looked at him sincerely.

"Thank you." She laughed once more, before turning and running towards the staircase.

Teddy wasn't really in the mood for a party. He was happy, but the full moon was coming up, so he was feeling reasonably weak. He never actually turned into a werewolf, the full moon just made him feel lousy. He also lost most of his metamorphagus talents, so he spent one evening a month in his natural form.

He turned and headed for the kitchens, crossing the bridge and passing through into the courtyard. He walked straight through the middle and passed the bell tower, wondering straight past the hospital wing where he supposed Victoire would be, nursing her bloody boyfriend.

He was wrong.

Teddy walked past the Hufflepuff common room and turned the corner. He was about to turn left and head down another corridor to the entrance, but his feet stopped him.

At the far end of the long corridor was a figure. The person had their back against the wall and had long hair that fell to their lower back. They also seemed to be bent over slightly.

He knew who it was instantly. He knew what she did when she was upset. She found a corner and stood with her back against the wall, while she let tears roll silently down her perfect cheeks.

What the flaming hell had Flint done to her?

He ran along the corridor, faster than he would have done if there was an angry troll chasing him. He landed in front of her and pulled her close to him.

They stood there for about ten minutes, while she sobbed silently into his shoulder. Eventually, the crying ceased and he pulled her away slightly, his hands held tightly on her forearms, as if he was holding her together. "Who am I beating up?"

She gave a half shrug, half nod, and some sort of pathetic chuckle, before a fresh wave of tears overcame her. "He...he's being seeing...someone else. All this time. He said he...he only wanted...me for...information on...on our team..."

A wave of fury overcame Teddy that was so passionate he wanted to leave Victoire and run to the hospital wing and rip Leonardo Flint's pathetic, lousy heart out of his pathetic, lousy chest.

He didn't though.

When he was two years old he'd promised to look after her, and Teddy Lupin stuck to his promises.

"Listen to me; he is a pathetic lousy scumbag Vic. I swear to Merlin I could kill him, and curse his flaming head off while I do it. He's a moron, and a dick. Please don't let him hurt you."

Victoire sniffed and looked up at the boy who'd always been there for her – through everything. His name was the first thing that ever came out of her mouth. It was also the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth thing, before she learnt how to say 'Mama'. He was the first thing she thought of whenever somebody said the word 'protection'. She had friends, sure, but no one had, or would, ever come close to the blue haired boy that stood in front of her, running a hand absently through his hair.

"I say this a lot, I know...but thank you." She sniffed slightly and he hugged her.

"Vic, you're my best friend? What do you expect me to do? Ignore you and carry on down to the kitchens?"

Vic's smiled "The kitchens?"

Teddy laughed, took her hand and led her around the corner.

...

Half an hour later found Teddy and Victoire sat around a small round table in the kitchens, sharing a plateful of sandwiches and slagging off Leonardo Flint as loudly as possible.

"He told his friends I'm obsessive and crazy. I apologise for going to visit him in the hospital wing. He loves himself way more than he could ever love me." Victoire slammed her glass down and Teddy laughed.

"He's really bad a lying; he's just some heartbreak who's stupid broomstick flies at about three thousand miles per hour. Sorry, but how possessive does he need to be of a broomstick? I always let you ride mine!"

"I know! You're great. He never let me ride that thing."

Teddy laughed at how it had come out, and she hit him.

"Dirty minded freak..." She sighed "There's nothing stopping me from going out with all his best friends."

"You're better than that." He smiled and stroked her arm fondly.

"Thank you. You're amazing, do you know that?" She hiccupped, Teddy laughed.

"You're also deluded, but I'll blame that on the fire whisky. Right, come on, let's get you upstairs."

She nodded and stood up, swaying slightly.

"If your Dad could see you now, he would bloody kill me." Teddy smirked and she laughed.

"I'm a big girl Teddy." She giggled and Teddy rolled his eyes.

"Vic, has Taylor said anything odd too you lately?"

Victoire stepped out of the portrait and faced Teddy, starting to wonder backwards.

"Nope...Oh; yes! She said something about realising something soon enough. She mentioned you as well, wow I really am drunk." She blinked quickly three times and Teddy laughed, feeling slightly tipsy himself. They'd polished off three bottles of fire whisky, and it was strong stuff.

They walked up the marble staircase together, casually holding hands. Neither of them even noticed this, due to how much alcohol they'd consumed.

It wasn't until Teddy heard voices that something clicked into place. He grabbed hold of Victoire and pulled her into a dark corner behind a suit of armour. She squealed slightly.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, looking up at him. They were very close.

"You're pissed out of your face and McGonagall's walking down the corridor, I think hiding is the best option." He smirked and she felt the strongest urge to pull his head down to hers and run her fingers through his mess of hair, while passionately kissing him.

Blaming this on the fact she was 'pissed out of her face'; she shook her head and nodded. McGonagall passed, but they still stood there, looking at one another.

Teddy felt the weirdest sensation in stomach as he stared into the beautiful pale blue eyes of his best friend. He recognised it as the sort of happiness even winning the Cup couldn't bring.

He giggled slightly, before smirking. "You know Lupin, you're sort of sexy." She inked and he stared at her for a long moment, before leaning forward and leaning over her. She was well and truly cornered, her back was against the cold stone wall and Teddy was pressed against her. Luckily she wasn't at all threatened, fourteen years of knowing Teddy had proved to her that he wouldn't hurt her. Even if he tired, he wouldn't succeed.

He leant his head forward and whispered into her ear, the warm air sending shivers all through her body "You know what Weasley..." He murmured huskily "So are you."

He pulled away about an inch so he could look at her, before kissing her, with as much passion as a teenage boy could muster.

She responded with even more.

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Don't get your hopes up; they aren't getting together just yet. More of a drunken snog, we've all done it ;)

But don't worry; there won't be any awkwardness between the two of them.

Remember, I want song guesses!

There was one song in there, and I was close to using the title, but if you're a Taylor Swift fan, you'll guess easy.

I'll update when somebody guesses correctly!

Ooh I'm in such a good mood! Friday tomorrow!

By bye, happy Thursdays guys :)