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They lay together on the beach, bare feet resting so that the gently rolling waves will caress their skin as they come in. Victoire loves these peaceful moments with Teddy. It seems that they have found them more and more lately. Maybe it's just easier now that Teddy has left Hogwarts, and Victoire is going into her seventh year. There doesn't seem to be many trivial things to distract them now.
"We could elope," Teddy says suddenly. "What do you think?"
Victoire rolls her eyes. "Elope?" she echoes. "Have you seen how big my family is? They might actually kill you for suggesting it."
Teddy snorts, picking up a seashell from the sand and brushing his finger over it, sending sand falling to the ground. "Kill? No. Potentially maim me? More likely," he muses. "You're the one who said you didn't want a big thing."
And she doesn't. If she could have her way, she would have her parents there to serve as witnesses, and Andromeda because she loves Teddy so much, and that would be it.
Teddy places the seashell on her bare stomach, grinning down ar her. "We're going to have to tell them we're engaged then," he says.
Victoire nods. They won't care, of course; hell, she knows they'll be ecstatic. Teddy will officially be part of the Weasley-Potter clan.
It's still hard to talk about. She's ready for this, but it is still such a big change, such a big promise. How could she be anything but nervous?
"Not today," Teddy assures her, dropping his hand to hers and holding it, fingers gently caressing her palm. "We can wait until you're ready."
That's why she loves him. She's dated before. The boys in her past were always so pushy, always demanding things to be done on their time. Teddy is patient and kind, and she falls in love with his gentleness a little more each day.
Some may say they're moving too fast, and they're too young. But Victoire knows in her heart that Teddy is the one.