So everyone...all I can say is that i am sooo sorry for dropping off the face of the planet last week...and is it worth the wait *sniff sniff* not really. There isn't even a lemon...yet ;)

TPOV-

Over the past week Vic and I have slowly started acting more like a couple. We sneak away for stolen kisses between classes, hold hands under the table at lunch, and snuggle in front of the fire before bed. Yes, I said snuggle. Here is my man card. I proudly relinquish it.

I have been preparing for our first date the entire time. Everything has to be fucking perfect. I am not screwing this up after all this time. It's not really like I can take her anywhere. The three broomsticks is overcrowded and we've both had enough of that fucking tea room to last a lifetime. Which mean that I have to cook-which wouldn't be good-or I have to go have a conversation with the elves. Naturally I go with the later. I need to have everything ready by five o'clock and it would be a bit inconvenient if the shack burned down.

The house elves of Hogwarts are, as always, delighted to be of service and I leave their midst with what is probably more food than necessary. I have never realized before just how much I appreciate them. I should really tell them. Maybe write a thank-you note or something. That's what my gran is always doing.

I plan on having dinner and then just talking like usual I suppose. Okay well maybe not just talking like usual. There will probably be a fair amount of snogging too. I set everything up while I have it on reliable information that Vic is being kept busy by her friends. Sometimes I really love the fact that Monique is dating Malcolm. Merlin knows their minds are dirty enough to rival only each other's. They keep each other…busy. Not to mention that I have an inside connection. I finish everything in decent time and head back up under the willow. It's right handy that little passage is.

As I walk through the common room to find I place to wait a Vic I see something in the corner of my vision. I turn around to do a double take…and Merlin help me. Is that beautiful creature truly mine? Vic standing with her friends over by the portrait hole, but I hardly notice them. She stands there so innocently with her hair in soft curls down her back and her bright white teeth shining as she laughs. Her clothing should come with a hazard sign. As in "may cause heart palpitation and/or extreme horniness". Those jeans hug her hips in just the right way and that shirt…that shirt has got to be magically molded to her breasts. She looks up and catches my eye before biting her light-pink lip and turning back to her friends. They give her a group hug and she walks toward me. Did I mention the total fuck me pumps she is wearing? Queue massive hard-on. No, no, not right now. Think of something, anything. Er…think of gran naked. I shudder. Well it worked, but I'm not sure the price was worth paying. I could use a heavy dose of brain bleach. Oh the joys of being a morph. You get all the annoying changes in appearance with none of the benefits. The one body part I can't change is my dick. Oh no, it has a mind of its own. Of course, I don't need to change it if I do say so myself.

With my not so little problem taken care of I take Vic's hand and we walk out of the common room.

If anyone finds it odd, us holding hands, they don't comment which I am extremely thankful for. I don't want people to make Vic feel weird about this. I've heard Mayris comment before how us being together is odd because we grew up practically as brother and sister. Of course I also know that she's still a little bitter. We make it out of the school and into hogsmead without incidence.

The legend of the shack isn't very well-known anymore. To most it is just a little house owned by a young man who spends very little time there. Due to this, people don't really linger near it. There's no reason to do so. To them it is an inconsequential piece of property. To me and Vic it is a home away from home.

No one notices that we walk up to the house or that I pull a key from my pocket and unlock the door, or even that we enter it. Vic closes the door behind us and giggles. Merlin I love the sound of that.

"What are we doing?" She asks me.

"Er…nothing really, I put out a bit of supper-" I begin.

"YOU cooked?" She cuts me off.

"I never said that." I say and she laughs. "The house elves did the cooking. I just did the setting up bit." I tell her as I lead her upstairs to where I have set up a small table in "our room". It isn't anything fancy. I'll save that for Valentine's Day and even then I know better than to go too over the top. Vic usually isn't big on fancy, but all girls want to feel special, yeah?

"I feel so much better now that I know my dinner was made by slave labor." She laughs.

"Hey, they get paid, and days off, and pensions and stuff." I say defensively. I pull out her chair on instinct and she sits down with a small smile.

We eat rather quietly, talking here and there. Vic is too enamored by the chocolate mousse to care much about conversation over dessert. She absolutely loves mousse. Okay, so I might be playing a little dirty here. There isn't much talking but there is a hell of a lot of moaning. You would think she had died and gone to heaven. If I've died buddy then I'm in hell. Every moan is hard-wired straight to my dick. As she licks her spoon clean-is this deliberate?- I think I'm about to bust the zipper of my jeans. Deep breaths…in…out….my capacity for deep breathing is on the low side right now. I would like to say something, but I'm pretty all that would come out is a strangled sort of groan so I keep my mouth shut. Vic gets up and walks over to our old fort.

` "Do you remember the first time we came up here together?" She asks, sitting down under the blanket canopy."

"Like it was yesterday," I move to join her. "I felt a lot like tonight in fact. I was extremely excited, but also rather nervous."

"Nervous? Why were you nervous?" Her brows furrow into that little v that is so soft to kiss.

"Dun'no." I shrug. "I guess I just didn't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me Teddy." She says, laying her head on my shoulder.

"Ah you say that now."

"Teddy I have known you my entire life and not once have you disappointed me. Angered me, sure, but never disappointed. Even when you were dating that slag-erherm I mean girl-Mayris I wasn't disappointed in you, just disappointed that what I wanted would never happen. I was jeaslous really. It all seems pretty pathetic now." She says. I look down at her and see that she is biting her lip. It's her nervous habit, a damn cute one too."

"Oh no, I can top that. I was jealous…of myself, my old self who got to spend time with you." I idly play with a piece of her hair. "Of course now I would say that my old self has reason to be jealous."

"Why?"

"Well he couldn't do this now could he?" I lean in and place my lips gently against hers. A spark seems to jolt through me.

"S'pose not," she mumbles against my lips.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask, pulling away slightly.

"Er…I don't know. We could always play reveal yourself." She muses aloud.

"Reveal yourself." I cock my head.

"It's what the girls and I call awkward questions."

"What awkward questions?" Now I'm just messing with her. She blushes.

"Er-like…your first kiss?" She bites her lip.

"I was seven and you were five." I state simply.

"No seriously."

"Seriously…you mean you don't remember?" I'm slightly hurt. It's stupid but I wish that she hadn't forgotten it. It had been impossible for me forget.

"Of course I remember!" Vic exclaims. "How could I forget? You had asked Ginny why people kiss each other and she told you that it's because they love and care about them so you promptly leaned over and laid one on me. Naturally everyone broke out into insane laughter and we had absolutely no idea why…but you never did it again."

"Well you know I was little and girls had cooties." I say.

"Gee thanks." She grumbles.

"When did you first realize your feelings for me?" I'm nervous asking, but it will be worth it to know.

"I always tried to avoid or ignore boys. They were always following me around. You were always such a constant in my life that at first I didn't really think of you as "a boy" you were just Teddy, my best friend. I guess that as we got older I started to notice guys a bit more. It would just be like 'oh he's cute' or 'he has nice eyes' and one day I sort of just looked over and…bloody hell when had Teddy gotten that attractive? You were always good-looking. I just never thought about it before then. Our relationship had always been there, but suddenly there was physical attraction too…and then I started watching you more closely and noticing all the little things you do that I had always taken for granted: your hypnotic eyes, the dimple on your cheek when you really smile, the way you push your hair out of your face. I realized how much I loved every minutely fractional detail about you. I just loved you. That was when I was fourteen. Of course I knew that to you I was like a younger sister. There were times when I thought-hoped-that maybe, just maybe you felt something for me beyond familial care and affection, but there was never anything to prove it. I knew that in your eyed I was still just a child." Her words take me aback. I have never thought of her that way…no matter how hard I tried.

"A child? Vic I never thought of you as just a child. Fuck, by the time you were fourteen it was all that I could do to keep my mangy paws off of you!" A child? As if!

"Then why did you even try?" She asks, biting her lip in what I am quite sure is a deliberate manner.

"You were barely a teenager and the thoughts I was having about you would have been rather sick if I thought of you as a sister. No, believe me when I say that I never thought of you as a child or a little sister."

"Then why did you go out with Mayris?"

"Because I was trying to distract myself from how much I wanted you! Obviously it didn't work."

"I'm glad it didn't."

"I am too. Speaking of which, why did you go out with that Kevin kid?" I pack an unnatural amount of disdain into the two-syllable name.

"Same reason…and well I suppose I was trying to make you jealous."

"It worked."

"Really?"

"Oh I wanted to rip his arm off every time he put it around you."

"Now do you understand a little more why I didn't much care for Mayris?" She asks. I chuckle and nod. "Well, that and she was always a real bitch to me. She seemed threatened by me but I could never figure out why."

"Eh, probably because I spent more time with you than I did with her and I talked about you too much for her taste." I shrug.

"Yeah, can you believe that Kevin once complained about how many hours quidditch practice you had assigned?" She asks. "I mean he's nice and all, but I just can't be with a man who doesn't understand the importance of quidditch." Only my girl would make quidditch appreciation a mate requirement. Hmm…my girl, a bit possessive, but it has a ring to it.

"The nerve of him," I tease.

"You would never say such a thing." She bites her lip

"Are you kidding? I would be out there working you even harder." I raise an eybrow at her.

"Said the bishop to the actress," She giggles.

"Maroon!" I exclaim. We've had this game for a few years now. If someone says 'said the bishop to the actress' or 'said the actress to the bishop' everyone says a color. The last person to say a color has to make a sexual sound. She got me in quite the spot with this not too long ago so there is no why she is slipping out of this now.

"Nooo," She groans.

"Ah, ah, ah, it's the rules." I tsk.

"Since when do you care about rules?"

"Eh, I guess for the past thirty seconds or so," She swats my arm, but I know that I've won.

"Uh," She moans slowly. She bites her lip and looks up at me from under her thick, dark eyelashes. Merlin, I want that to be real. I lean in towards her.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I ask.

"I might have an inkling." She whispers in my ear. Her teeth graze my earlobe and I shudder noticeably. As she kisses her way down and back up my neck my thoughts become more and more scrambled. I keep telling myself 'Take it slowly. Take it slowly.' My mind is commending me for my effort, but my body isn't listening.

"I love you," I tell her. It's the first time I have said so since the kiss on new year's.

"I love you too." She murmurs in the crook of my neck." When Vic's lips slide along my jawline towards my mouth my better judgment snaps. I crush my lips against hers and slide my hands up her spine…but she doesn't pull away. Instead she tangles her hands in my hair and slips her tongue tentatively over my bottom lip. My lips part and my tongue moves against hers. She groans into my mouth and I tighten my arm around her waist. She shifts a bit and I don't realize what she is doing until she has done it. She is straddling my waist with her hands on my chest dominating my mouth. All I can think is 'Holy fuck! How can she know how to kiss like this?" Our bodies are now as flush as our lips-in constant motion, exploring, and learning, and memorizing-and there is no way that she could possibly not notice the evidence of my heavy desire pressing against her…and she moves, fuck, the way she moves. She presses on my shoulder and I lean back until my back is against the floor. Fuck me, I'm about to come from the mere sight of her straddling me in those red fuck-me heels. She searches for friction, grinding against me. Her hands are sliding up under my shirt.

"Wait, Vic stop." I hear myself say as though from a distance. You fucker! I'm screaming at myself. What the fuck are you doing stopping this. Vic clambers hurriedly off me and sit back on her heels. I can see the tears threatening her eyes.

"Did you," She sniffs, "did you ever sleep with Mayris? I don't really care, but I would like to know." I can tell that yes, it would bother her. Not that it matters anyway.

"Nope, I told you the truth that night. I never would have gone any further with her. I couldn't when I only wanted you."

"You- you don't want me now." She sniffs so quietly I'm not sure that I'm even meant to hear.

"No. No luv of course I want you. I really want you…but we should wait a bit. We've only been dating for a week." It sounds stupid as it comes out.

"It feels like it's been a lot longer." She laughs through her tears.

"Yeah, yeah it does. Doesn't it? After loving you for so long everything seems so…natural…but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I mean you are a…virgin." Could I make this situation more awkward?

"Well," She bites her lip. Aw hell no. Don't tell me I have to kill that fucker Kevin. "Yes…and no."

"What?" I cock my head to the side. She has me confused with that one.

"Well I haven't ever had sex per se. I barely even kissed Kevin, but well you know…" She trails off.

"I do?" I ask.

"Girls have er…needs too…fantasies chase themselves around my brain and…well they aren't going to go away by themselves. I don't have my er…virginal barrier, if that's you mean." A wave of emotion washes over me, relief that she didn't shag Kevin, discomfiture at where I've taken the conversation, and fuck it, what guy isn't going to get randy hearing his girlfriend talk about that. I mean fantasies?

"What kind of fantasies?" I raise one eyebrow at her. She ducks he head in embarrassment.

"Nothing really," She mumbles. I love the pink flush that creeps over her cheeks. I need to make her do that more often.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this now." I am having way to much fun with this.

"Well er…most of them, all of them actually, involve you." She admits.

"Little old me?" I feign surprise.

"And," she continues, "those jeans…just those jeans"

"What jeans?" I ask.

"Those jeans, you know the light ones that are frayed and…worn in all the right places." She nibbles at her lip.

"Ah, those jeans, I guess I'll have to wear them more often." This causes her to blush even more.

"And," she goes on, "you're Hogwarts tie…"

"Am I wearing the tie with the jeans?" I'm honestly curious now.

"Erherm," She clears her throat, "not exactly."

"Then what-" I begin but she cuts me off

"Well sometimes I'm wearing it…sometimes it has me blindfolded…sometimes it's binding my wrists. You get the picture." She shrugs. Fuck me, do I ever get the picture. I think my eyes have bugged out of my head.

"Where do you even get these ideas?" I don't think before asking.

"There's this book, this muggle book. It's called, erm, fifty shades of grey. It's actually rather good writing and the love story-" I cut her off.

"Uh huh, the love story, I believe that one." I snort. She thumps me upside the head but gives me a peck on the lips.

"We should go up to the castle, it's dark already." I know she's right…and on the one hand I'm sorry for the night to end….but on the other…well let's just say that I'm going to have a lot of fun with this new information.

There it is. I will try to update ASAP. I love you guys! Without you this would all just be empty words on dismal pages.

XOXO,

Batty