A/N: The response on my last chapter was sort of disappointing. *sigh* ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO OVERDUE! My laptop broke and it was in the shop for a while, so I couldn't upload anything. I had most of it written but had to wait like 2 weeks before I could successfully upload this chaptaaa. Review?

Victoire's POV

Ted and I reluctantly got up and went to breakfast once students started trickling down to the common room.

We ate in silence, not wanting to let go of the peaceful hours we had just spent. I didn't let my thoughts escape me; I just focused on my food.

"We've been pretty busy lately, haven't we?" Ted asked.

"I guess so . . . why?" I replied with a shrug.

He smiled wolfishly, "Been a while since we pranked any Slytherins. What do you say?"

XxXxX

Ted's POV

I clutched Vic's hand tightly as we sprinted out of the dungeons, a group of angry Slytherins hot on our tails. We didn't even slow down as we reached the staircase, just continued running onto staircase after staircase, not caring if they moved while we were on them.

"Get back here, Lupin!" I turned and saw the Slytherin 6th year boys all running a few staircases below us, with their wands drawn.

"You didn't like my present, Dulcimer?" I asked dejectedly to the one who had yelled. His face was covered in red blisters, growing bigger by the minute. His friends around him were also covered in boils, although none were as bad the ones Dulcimer sported.

If possible, his face grew even redder at my sarcastic words and he sent a hex flying my way. Vic and I quickly ducked behind the edge of the stairs, and then started sprinting up them.

When we reached the top of them, we quickly jumped onto the ledge before the stairs moved away, and I led us into the first door I saw. It revealed an empty corridor, which we ran down and then through the maze of corridors that followed. I didn't think I could remember how to get out, but I guess that was the point. This way the Slytherins could never find us.

Once we were good and lost, we slowed down. We both fell to the floor, collapsing in laughter.

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Victoire gasped, making me laugh even harder.

"Not through all those boils!" I cried between fits of laughter.

Vic and I had decided to use some of Uncle George's products for this particular prank. After much begging, Vic finally convinced me to use my metamorphosis to change myself into a sexy tall blonde girl. It took about an hour for me to get it right, even with Vic helping me. It was "No make your boobs bigger," and "Get rid of all that arm muscle, it looks so strange on a girl," until she finally deemed me worthy.

"Don't you want to see yourself?" She asked before we set out to prank the Slytherins.

I gulped, blushing. "I'd rather not be attracted to myself," I admitted.

She had stifled a laugh with her hand and nodded in understanding.

And so, dressed in one of Vic's old uniforms that clung uncomfortably to my curves, I had set out to the Slytherin common room with Uncle George's deceiving chocolates in my hands. Victoire had cast a disillusion charm on herself so she could watch as I had the annoying 6th years literally eating out of my hands.

I had strut into their common room with ease, simply asking a passing first year for the password, and approached the group.

"Hello boys," I said, light and breathy. "Anyone care for some chocolates?"

The looks on their faces were priceless. They didn't even bother looking at my face, just ogled my body with open mouths. I felt disgusted to see the way they stared, and wondered if most hot girls felt like this all the time.

The boys took the candy without speaking, and ate it while they continued to gape at me. Once each chocolate was gone, I slowly changed my head back to normal, but kept my body the same. I waited patiently for one of them to look at my face. After a few uncomfortable moments, Dulcimer noticed and exclaimed, "Bloody hell!"

I had just smirked at them, waiting.

Dulcimer seemed to put two and two together and said, "Shit, what did we just eat!"

But it was too late. Each one of them was already breaking out in boils.

I didn't stick around to see the rest. I had turned, grabbed Victoire's hand, and ran.

So now we were lying in some random corridor on the sixth floor, laughing our heads off. Once we stopped laughing, I got up and helped Vic stand up.

"Uh, Ted?"

"Yeah?"

"You've still got the body of a supermodel."

I actually blushed, and quickly changed back. I hadn't even thought about my clothes until the blouse I had been wearing burst open with a snap as my chest stretched back to its normal state. Buttons went flying, one smacking Vic right in the forehead.

She burst out laughing again, rubbing her forehead. I laughed with her, holding onto my pants just in case.

"Here," she said once she stopped laughing, and produced a pair of my jeans and a t-shirt from under her cloak. "I figured you might need these."

"Why didn't I think of that?" I exclaimed, and then threw my arms around her in a grateful hug, forgetting I was no longer wearing a shirt. "How are you so smart?" I asked with a chuckle. I then grabbed the clothes and stepped into a near by broom closet to change.

Victoire's POV

"Why didn't I think of that?" Ted exclaimed. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but it was hard with him standing there shirtless in all his quidditch muscle glory. Before I could respond, Ted had wrapped him long arms around my waist and I was being shoved up to his bare chest. It didn't last for more than a few seconds but, when he released me, I felt cold from the loss of his warm body. I didn't even listen as he said something else and took his clothes. He stepped into a nearby closet to change, leaving me alone in the corridor.

Get a grip, freak, I chastised myself.

XxXxX

"VIC VIC VIC VIC VIC!" Teddy exclaimed the next day when I returned to the common room after lunch, which he had been absent from. I laughed at his wide eyes as he waited expectantly for me to respond. He wore his usual Christmas attire, a red jumper with a large gold T on it, and some loose muggle sweatpants that matched his black socks.

"What is it, Ted?" I asked, taking pity on him. "Why weren't you at lunch-"

"I was at the owlery," he interrupted me impatiently, "getting this!" He pulled something big and silver out from behind his back and help it in front of me. It was about the size and shape of a large book, with a black circle on one edge.

"What is that?" I wasn't sure; it looked like a box of metal to me.

"It's a projectionator!" Ted said excitedly, "Grandpa Weasley sent it to me. He got it from one of his muggle friends. It projects movies like the ET at home!"

I laughed, "First of all, it's a TV, not an ET. ET was a character in that alien film, remember?" He still looked confused, so I continued on to something else, "Second, what are we supposed to use that for?"

"Really, Vic, you can't figure that out?" He asked seriously.

"Hey! I'm not a muggle-" I started, getting defensive.

"Relax!" He interrupted for the second time, "I was only joking. We are going to watch scary films on it, like we do during the summer! I had Harry send me all of the horror films in my room."

Usually, I would object to watching scary films. Ted always had to force me to watch them. But for some reason I decided a film was the perfect way to keep me distracted at night. Knowing Ted, he was probably tired of reading Jane Austin to me, so I could reward him by watching his favorite films with him.

"Alright," I said rather reluctantly, though I tried to hide it.

"YAY!" He exclaimed, hopping up and down.

"Wait!" I interrupted his little happy dance, "There's a catch." He stopped jumping but his face still betrayed his excitement. "I will watch these horror films if you promise to try and calm down. You are acting like a four year old."

Ted's face fell and he straightened up a bit. "I- uh," he started but couldn't seem to form a sentence. He turned his face down and his hair was changing from it's usual blue to a purple/pink color.

I hadn't realized that would embarrass him.

I peered up at him and tried to catch his eye though he was staring at his feet.

"Teddy, relax. I love four year olds," I said seriously. He looked up at me and I couldn't help but grin back at the big smile on his face. It was almost laughable how resilient he was.

"This is going to be so much fun, just like old times," he said, "meet me back here in the common room at say, 8 o'clock?" He waited for my answer.

"Sounds good," I replied.

"Okay, see you then!" With that he scampered back up the boy's dormitory stairs.

I couldn't help but giggle to myself. What a strange person.

XxXxX

I was not quite sure what to do with myself while I waited for 8:00 to arrive. Teddy had been my constant companion for the past four days, so being on my own was almost refreshing.

Since Ted and I had come back to Howard's early, we were unable to spend the holidays with our families. When had I arrived at breakfast earlier that morning, I noticed with surprise that today was December 25. Everyone in the great hall had been chattering in excitement and showing off their gifts.

I walked up to my dorm, knowing my presents would have magically appeared at the end of my bed by now. I sighed upon seeing them, not feeling very festive knowing I wasn't spending this time with my family. Then I remembered that Teddy also wasn't getting to spend this Christmas with the Potters, because he had to stay here with me. I knew he loved spending the holidays with them, it made him feel like he had a real family. It made my heart ache to think he gave that up so that I wouldn't have to be alone at Hogwarts.

Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. Changing out of my sweats and into some distressed jeans and an old jumper; I practically skipped out of my dorm and headed towards the kitchen. When I arrived, I tickled the pear, receiving a high-pitched giggle in response, and stepped through the portrait hole.

I was immediately greeted by a small house elf in a nice little red outfit. It was a well-known fact that the Hogwarts house elf staff was one of the best kept in all of Scotland.

"Good morning, Miss Weasleh'! How can Teenah help you?" The house elf asked enthusiastically with a heavy elfish accent.

"Happy Christmas, Teenah!" I smiled at the friendly creature, "and please, call me Victoire. I was wondering if you could help me prepare a Christmas surprise for Teddy?"

"A surprise for Meester Teddy'?" Teenah was almost jumping in excitement. "Yes, Miss Victoire, Teenah would like to help very much!"

"Excellent! I assume you know how much Ted likes to eat?"

Teenah sighed dreamily. It seemed the elf had a small crush on the blue haired Lupin. "Why yes, Miss Victoire, Meester Teddy comes to visit all of the elves in the kitchen almost everee day after his classes. He has not come latelee though," she concluded with a slight frown.

"I am afraid that is my fault, Teenah. I have been keeping Ted quite busy the past few weeks. But I want to make it up to him by preparing him a grand Christmas feast! I know you have to make food for all of the other students, but I was wondering if-"

Teenah interrupted me, "Of course, Teenah will help Miss Victoire make the best feast Meester Teddy has ever had! The other elves may take care of the other students."

I grinned as she led me to her miniature cooking station and proceeded to list all of the things Teddy usually asked for. Unsurprisingly, it was a long list. Eventually Teenah and I decided to make a few of the dishes that Nana made at the burrow every Christmas. We worked together for the next few hours, laughing at my terrible attempts at cooking on my own. Despite Aunt Ginny's previous teaching, I was still unable to complete a whole meal without some help. Luckily, Teenah was patient with me.

I enjoyed talking with Teenah, even if she was sometimes hard to understand because of her elfish accent. It turns out she and Teddy were quite the little friends. Apparently he would make her sit and rest while he ate whatever she had prepared when he visited her during the year. Teenah spoke very highly of him, and it was obvious by the stores she told me that Teddy mutual held her in high regard. Some of the things that Ted told Teenah he hadn't even told me. Teenah had even been the first to see his tattoo.

One thing that Teenah mentioned was extremely surprising, and almost caused me to drop the saucepan I was holding.

"When are Miss Victoire and Meester Teddy going to get married?"

"Ma-married?" I stuttered, trying to regain control of the boiling pan. "Who said we are going to get married?" I tried to sound nonchalant.

The house elf looked at me with wide as she replied, "Well Meester Teddy always talks about Miss Victoire so fondly . . . The last time Meester Teddy was here Meester Teddy told Teenah that Miss Victoire and Teenah were the most beautiful creatures Meester Teddy had ever met . . . Teenah just assumed that Meester Teddy and Miss Victoire would be wed . . ." she trailed off.

"Ted and I aren't getting married!" I exclaimed, then blushed and turned back to the stove. Continuing to stir the sauce lightly, I couldn't help but feel like I was on top of the world. I always knew Ted loved me, but hearing how he had talked to the house elves about me was flattering.

A crashing noise jolted me from my daze. I whipped around and saw Teenah smacking herself on the head with a handful of silver spoons.

"Teenah!" I cried and rushed to stop her.

As I tried to pry the spoons from her skinny gray hands, she protested with surprising strength, saying "No! Teenah was wrong. Teenah must be punished!"

When I finally pried the utensils from her hands and clamped her wrist in my hands, I commanded her to stop. Not being able to disobey me, she clenched her mouth shut.

XxXxX

Ted's POV

I was strolling casually into the kitchens to grab some lunch when I heard her voice. She was talking rather loudly to who I assumed to be a house elf. I tip toed further into the room and hid behind a conveniently placed shelving unit.

"Teenah should have never assumed that Miss Victoire and Meester Teddy would marry! Teenah must be punished for her mistakes! Teenah even thought she would get to go to the wedding, Teenah actually thought that . . ." The elf seemed to trail off.

There was silence for a few moments before Victoire responded. "Teenah, please listen to me. You should not punish yourself for that. You did not know."

"But Teenah knows it is not an elf's place to interfere with the personal lives of the students . . . "

"Teenah!" Vic interrupted, and then paused. "You were right."

"What?" Teenah replied sheepishly.

I almost had a heart attack at the next thing I heard.

"I dream of marrying Teddy," came the sweet familiar voice, "He makes me happy, and I can't imagine my life without him. I hope we have a huge wedding, with big white flowers and silky black dress robes. We would have a giant feast afterwards with all of our favorite Hogwarts foods. Teddy would insist on inviting you, I would want your help with the desserts anyways. Then once we had settled down we would ask McGonagall if we could let you come stay with us at our house. We would give you a room of your own and you could help me cook dinner for our family every night."

"Really?" Does Miss Victoire truly mean it?" Teenah asked anxiously.

"I really mean it," I could hear the smile in Vic's voice. "Now, we'd better get back to cooking . . . " I zoned out from the rest of their conversation, and leaned back against the shelves.

Did I really just hear that?

XxXxX

About an hour before Vic was supposed to meet me in the common room, I was sitting in the grand hall. Just staring at the wood on the Gryffindor table, like I had been for the last few hours. After scrutinizing the polished oak for so long, I had every groove memorized.

I knew that there should be a million things running through my mind, but I could only put together one coherent thought; did she really mean that?

I jumped when I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw the subject of my thoughts standing behind me.

"Ted, come on I want to show you something!" she said, taking my hand.

Not trusting myself to respond, I merely got up and followed her. She practically fluttered down the corridors until we reached an old DADA classroom. Vic opened the door and said, "Happy Christmas!"

Inside the room was a table set for two, simply covered with food. It looked to be all the best of Hogwarts. Candles scattered randomly around, giving the room a gold glow.

It suddenly struck me how romantic this scene was.

"I figured since we can't have Christmas dinner at the burrow, why not have it here, like our own little family!" Victoire shrugged as we walked in. Her choice of words made me freeze in place. Our own family? I'm too young for a family! I'm too young to commit to anyone, much less a 15-year-old girl! Has she really already planned our wedding? The nerve!

"Ted?" Vic asked, noticing that I had stopped. "You okay?"

"I-. . . I, no. I just. I can't. . . a wedding . . . a family!" I whispered. My thoughts overwhelmed me, and I feared my head would explode from all of this new information. I couldn't stand to think that Victoire had everything planned, all of her expectations raised so high. She didn't deserve me. She deserved someone better.

"Um, I've got to go," I stuttered out, and then fled the room in a flourish, leaving behind a baffled Victoire.

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