"I'm just saying, we're getting really worried about about you. It's weird seeing the two of you avoid each other like this."

It was the third saturday back at Hogwarts, and Marcy and Ginger had decided Victoire needed a day off. They'd collected their bags and dragged her off across the grounds, dodging the occasional snowball some third year boys were sending at each other.

Teddy and Victoire had not spoken a word to each other since that day at the Burrow, and avoided crossing paths at all costs. The train ride back had been extremely awkward especially when Toire dropped by their compartment to say hello to everyone, making it quite obvious that Teddy did not exist in her eyes. On top of all that she had been spending more time then ever with Max and his Slytherin friends. That itself would have been tolerable if it weren't for Trinity Warrington. Everywhere they went, she seemed to be lurking around some corner trying to catch Max's eye. She smirked and sneered at Victoire whenever she passed and to make matters worse, Max didn't seem to want to do anything about it. She was starting to wonder if maybe he even liked it.

"I'm perfectly fine." Victoire said shortly, not looking her best friends in the eye. This was a lie. There were times when she lay in bed at night and tried harder then anything to get the image of Teddy out of her head. How he'd looked behind the Burrow that day, and the way the heat radiated off his skin into the cool air.

"Besides," she added. "I'm doing loads better in my studies without him around to distract me," Also a lie. Although she had more time to study, her Transfiguration mark had dropped greatly without Teddy around to tutor her. "and Max is just a good a companion." This, she tried desperately to convince herself to be truth but there were times when she just felt foolish and alone sitting by him at the Slytherin table. On top of all that, she found herself missing Teddy. He had been cruel at the Burrow, but now... she just missed talking to him and having him make her laugh. She misses making him laugh. She missed the sound of his voice, the way his hair would grow brighter whenever he saw her, the touch of his skin on her hand when he was trying to get her attention. It almost hurt sometimes to think about it.

"Well... just remember, we're here. If you need any help." Marcy smiled. Victoire returned it and let out a loud laugh as Ginger got pegged in the back with a flying snowball.

Teddy, on the other hand, was restless.

Three weeks had gone by, and he hadn't spoken a word to her. He'd find himself waking up in the middle of the night and having the irresistible urge to tell her something that had happened in class that day, even going so far as to reach for a quill and parchment to send to her and then he'd stop, remembering everything he'd said on Christmas Eve. He couldn't stand seeing her in the halls with him. Every time he did his fists clenched and he could practically feel his hair getting darker. And if that didn't set him off enough seeing them together, there was always Luce.

They'd been going out nearly five months, and at first it was great. She was funny, smart, not to mention outspoken. But eventually... she wore on him. What at first seemed like devotion turned out to be clingy-ness. She nagged and nagged, all the time, and as if seeing her during classes and break wasn't enough he had to deal with her back at the common room as well. And the whining. He couldn't even get started on the whining. He had even wondered at one point why he had liked her in the first place and while going through these thoughts came across a solution that had stunned him.

Luce... kind of looked like Victoire. He couldn't comprehend it at first, because he'd never thought of her like that. Toire was always... Toire. His friend, the person he went to for advice and a laugh. He tried to convince himself otherwise. Sure, they were both blonde, but Victoire's hair, unlike Luce's had this silvery sheen, and it was so much softer. Her eyes were blue, not grey like Luce's, like looking into the sky. And her skin was perfect- this milky complexion scattered with light freckles that folded themselves over one another across the bridge of her nose. Sure Luce had perfect teeth, but Victoire was... wait. He had to stop himself there, because just thinking about her had brought back memories of how she'd looked when he'd yelled at her. She was so pale, and she'd looked so hurt. It killed him to see her like that, let alone suffer knowing that he was the one who'd caused it. And since that revelation... he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Not in the same way anyway. No matter how hard he tried, something had changed and whenever he thought of her he'd get this feeling in his stomach. Something he used to get whenever he thought about Luce, but that had changed a long time ago. He started not to care that he was mad at her. Whenever he saw her with Max, all he could think about was getting her back.

It was the night before Valentine's day when Victoire was shaken out of her dream involving fresh water plimpys and the bassist of the Weird Sisters to see Ginger standing over her, her bright orange hair a mess of curls.

"Toire, wake up!" she whisper-screamed.

"Mmmf... what time is it...?" she muffled, face half in her pillow.

"2 am, come on we have to go now! Our emotional support is needed!"

"What are you talking about?" Victoire groaned, rolling onto her back and sitting up. Ginger was wearing her house coat over her blue and white polka dotted pj bottoms and Appleby Arrows cami. Tucked under her arm she held an enormous bar of Honeydukes chocolate and a box of tissues.

"Ginger..." she asked, caution in her tone. "What's going on?"

"Marcy just send me an owl." she exclaimed softly, slipping her feet into her moccasin slippers. "Teddy broke up with Luce!"

To put it kindly, Luce was a bit of a mess.

By the time Victoire and Ginger had snuck through the castle (narrowly dodging a greying Mrs. Norris) and given the password to the fat lady (coincidentally it was "Plimpy.") they crawled through the portrait hole, ignored the common room and went straight up the stairs to the girl's dormitory, where they could hear sniffling and muted wails from within.

"Honey, we're here." Ginger said softly, opening the door as the two girls took in the sight of their friend. She was face first in her pillow, hair a complete and utter mess, and as Victoire took a step forward she could have sworn her crys went up an octave. She had to force herself from rolling her eyes.

Marcy was sitting on the edge of the bed, patting her friend's leg weakly. She looked like she'd gotten absolutely zero hours of sleep, the bags under her eyes so purple they almost looked like she'd lost a boxing match. Ginger, the girliest out of the three of them, took her seat beside Luce's head and started stroking her hair comfortingly and murmuring something Victoire couldn't make out. She sat down beside Marcy.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"It came completely out of nowhere by the sounds of it." Marcy said, nodding to Luce. "They were up late together in the common room doing God knows what, and all of a sudden she storms in here balling her eyes out. She said he just ended it. Just like that."

"He said it would be best if we... stopped!" Luce wailed, launching into a fit of new tears while Ginger crooned and patted her head.

"Yeah, that." Marcy said, rolling her eyes so only Victoire could see. "Apparently when she asked him why he said he just didn't have feelings for her anymore-"

"Harsh." Ginger muttered.

", and when she asked if there was someone else, he said-"

"He said, 'I don't know'! How can you not know! Obviously there's someone, and he just didn't think I could take it!" Luce screeched.

All this was news to Victoire and she just sat there taking it all in. She could tell that Luce had been wearing on him the past few weeks, but now that the break up had finally happened she couldn't help but wonder who Miss "I don't know" really was.

A week later Victoire was leaving the great hall after breakfast. She had just said goodbye to her friends and was off to Potions, a class she only had by herself. Apparently the whole school was now aware of Luce and Teddy's break up because her wails could be heard throughout all of Gryffindor tower, and word had spread from there. Toire had just rounded a corner, books under her arm, hair braided back messily, when she heard someone behind her call her name. At first she thought it might be Max, since she hadn't seen him since the previous day, but it was a girl's voice. Turning round, she saw a familiar face come up to her and she smiled.

"Hi Olivia, long time no see." Victoire grinned.

Olivia Blunt and Victoire Weasley had always stayed on the friendly side of things, but had sort of drifted apart shortly into their first year. Olivia tended to hang out more with Slytherins and some of the older Ravenclaw girls. She was fairly popular and known well for her blunt honesty, ironically matching her surname. Some people thought she was a bitch, but Victoire had always sort of liked her even since they first met at Diagon Alley.

"Hey Toire, how are things?" she greeted, come into stride so they walked side by side down the corridor. "I don't see you round with dream boy much lately." she added, referring to Teddy.

"Yeah, we had a bit of a falling out over Christmas." she said, not wanting to go into a lot of detail.

"Over what?" Olivia asked, having nothing of it. Toire paused for a moment and figured it wouldn't hurt to give the reason.

"He doesn't accept my relationship with Max." she said, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. There was a beat, and when Olivia didn't say anything, she turned her head to look at her. Something had changed in her expression, and it sparked Victoire's curiosity.

"What? What is it?"

She didn't speak, and right when Victoire thought she wasn't going to answer, Olivia grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the the side of the corridor.

"Ow! What the hell-"

"Toire, I need you to listen to me." she said calmly, there was a look of... was it pity? in her eyes. "I like you. I know we don't hang out a whole lot, but I would really appreciate it if you would trust me. I think what I'm about to say is in your best interest."

Victoire's eyes narrowed and she took a step back crossing her arms.

"What's this about?"

"Tomorrow, around six o'clock, I think it would be... wise, if you were to go check out the boys washroom on the fourth floor."

"Oh come off it." Victoire said, rolling her eyes and pushing away from the wall back into the stream of students heading off to class. Olivia rushed up to here again.

"I just think it's a good idea. Come find me after you do it, okay?" she said, smiling kindly.

"Fine. Whatever." Toire said shortly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Okay. And Toire?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't give up on dream boy just yet." she winked, before disappearing into the crowd.

Hey guys, so I know a whole lot didn't go down in this chapter, and that it was mostly emotional stuff, but the next one's gonna have lots of drama and maybe a bit of QUIDDICH HELLS YEAH. I'm away from the afternoon of the 17th to most of the 19th, so I won't be able to get a lot in then, but I'm tryin! I feel bad 'cause I've been ditching my other fanfic to do this one...

Anyways thanks once again for the great feedback and remember, reviews make me write faster!

Cheers!

-Cal