Victoire and Teddy

A Love That Was Meant To Be

Chapter 2

Hullo! Apolla here! It's been ages since I updated this fic! Sorry. I've been very busy working on my other fic, Lily Evans: Memories. Enjoy! Comments are very much appreciated, especially since a big part of why I'm doing this is the fan response.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my brain- and my stash of Harry Potter-related items.

Victoire POV

I daydream most of the way to Hogwarts. After three hours I rouse myself enough to get out a piece of parchment and a quilt from my satchel and start a letter to Ted. This, of course, awakens the gossipy spirits of Crystal and Ellen. "Oooh!" Crystal coos, "Is that for Teddy?" I blush.

"It is!" squeals Ellen triumphantly. I ignore her and continue my letter. I'm surprised at how easily the words flew from my owl feather. I mean I have just kissed my best friend! But strangely the kiss seems liberating. Like the chains that imprisoned me last year have flown off and I'm finally free! I write all sorts of stupid things that I would have been embarrassed to share if it wasn't with Teddy:

Dear Teddy,

I am both relieved and thrilled by what we shared today. Last year, well, we lost contact. If we do that this year I will most likely of boredom, loneliness, or exhaustion– I mean, it is N.E.W.T. year! So I'm getting a head start. Could you send me the Daily Prophet as well as a letter, if that's not asking for too much because I forgot to fill out a subscription and, anyway, I'm pretty much broke. By the way, maybe we should avoid snogging in public and, if Lorcan and Lysander hadn't intervened, Ellen, Maggie, Argent and Crystal would still be asking me what you're lips taste like! Give my love to Maman, Dad, Louis, and Dominique for me!

Lots of love,

Victoire

Just as I scribble my signature at the bottom of the note, Lysander taps my shoulder and advises me to change into my robes.

In less than a quarter of an hour, we arrive. As my group piles into a carriage, we chat merrily about Hogwarts and the warm food waiting for us in its hall.

As we reach the sweet-smelling dining hall, Ellen and Maggie go to sit at the Gryffindor while Lorcan, Lysander, Crystal, Argent and I settle down at Ravenclaw.

"Hi, Vicky!" squeals my best friend Abby, "Sorry I couldn't join you earlier. Mathew was droning on and on! We barely even had time to patrol!" She throws a dirty look at a plump seventh year in Hufflepuff. Abby is Head Girl and Mathew Macmillan is Head Boy.

"It's OK! You didn't miss much!"I reply.

Argent intervenes, "Yes you did! Vick snogged Teddy Lupin!

Abby looks shocked. Just as McGonagall taps on her goblet with his spoon and she is forced to whisper: "WHAT!"

"Well we only did it at the station," I murmur.

"But-"

"Shh!"

About an hour later I lie in bed, thinking. Abby, however, isn't willing to be shut up. As soon as the candles are blown out, she sits up in bed. "So you kissed Teddy and then what?"

"You kissed Teddy?" demands Genevieve, the sixth and last member of the Ravenclaw girls. "Tell us everything!"

The whole room is waiting for my reply. I turn red! "Well, I guess so. I mean, well, he kissed me twice and then he said he loved me and then I loved and then I kissed him. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."

There was a mixture of giggles, "oh my god"s, and "bloody hell"s! I roll my eyes.

Teddy POV

Teddy is absorbed in the letter until he is finished. As he reads it over, he hears laughing and giggling behind him. Lily and Hugo are looking over his shoulder. Teddy's face contorted in rage. "What's so funny?"

After another fit of giggles, Lily responds, "Your letter!" at the same time as Hugo, who says "That's what's funny!"

"How is a letter funny!" He doesn't get a chance for an answer as Grandma Molly calls for Roxanne and Fred follows her out of the room. Teddy checks his watch. It is 8:09 a.m. Time for work. He promptly takes out his wand and Apparates.

He is suddenly in his office at the headquarters of the Daily Prophet. His office is pretty much only a cubicle with a desk equipped with a filing cabinet, several folders, a Quick Quotes Quill, an eagle feather quill, and several papers strewn around all over the place. Pretty modest, but it's good enough for him. He's usually too absorbed in his columns and papers to notice it anyway.

Because, if he's being honest with himself, he knows that he is overworking himself! He's writing three columns a day! And when he has extra time, which isn't often, he writes articles! But the Daily Prophet usually doesn't make you rich. He'll have to save for all of Victoire's seventh year without spending anything to get all that he needs! "To be honest," he had told a friend, "I'm even poorer than the Weasleys, though if you ever tell Victoire I said that, you're toast!"

Currently, Teddy is working on the zoology column. The one for the next day is already completed but it's his favourite column and he has plenty of time to do the other ones. He took out a bit of parchment and studies his notes on the theory of a unicorn and a griffin. A few minutes later, he's busily scribbling away. His mate, Timothy Spence leans over the side of the cubicle.

"Hey, Ted!" he says cheerily.

"You finished with the story on the new family vehicle yet?" Teddy asks.

Tommy looks ever so slightly embarrassed. "No, no, I haven't. This is more important. You know that girl that I kept talking to in the Leaky Cauldron. The one I started dating a few months ago?"

"Clara Wan, right? The one who works at Flourish and Blotts?"

"Yeah. Well I proposed yesterday. And she said yes!"

"That's great, Tom!" Teddy says, not really meaning it. The girlfriend-boyfriend thing is a touchy subject at the moment. Then, thinking he might as well take advantage of the situation, he asks "So what are you going to do?"

"You know, move into a new apartment and get married. The whole family thing. So who are you seeing anyone yet?"

"No one, really. Well, I want to ask Victoire to marry me." Teddy feels weird after saying that. It's the first time he'd put it into words.

Tommy looked genuinely confused. "That girl you hung out with at school? You aren't going out but you want to marry her?"

"Yes," he said with conviction. "I liked her. I admired her. I kissed her. I love her. That's what people do when they love someone."

"Mate, this is serious. She's been just like your little sister until last year. You've snogged her but does that mean that you don't only love her as a friend. And, anyways, what if she doesn't want to be with you like that? I mean, she's seventeen! She's still at school!"

"She's not a child. You weren't there. We both want this!" He's practically shouting now.

Tommy shakes his head, as if shaking Teddy's ignorance. His next words are calm but determined. "Maybe she's just as mature as you but that doesn't eliminate the fact that she's a girl. And girls get freaked out when they snog someone and get proposed to the very next day."

Teddy seems to take in Tom's words for the first time. "So what should I do, then?"

"Try just dating and snogging a bit. Be romantic. Girls like that. Maybe take a trip after she's finished school or something."

"I really like her but isn't that a bit easy? Besides the money, I mean. "

"It gets complicated."

R&R