Thirteen year old Victoire Weasley was cold. The snow mound she was hiding behind made sure no one could see her, but didn't help in the warmth department. Her teeth chattered; she hoped it didn't give away her location.
Suddenly, she felt something wet hit her head. She whipped around, to see Teddy Lupin, his back to her, running away. She grinned mischievously. Victorie balled up some snow, and took off toward his retreating figure.
"I know it was you, Lupin! Don't try to hide from me!" She yelled. Teddy only laughed and kept running. She followed, until they were both in the field behind the Burrow, in a standoff.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't peg you with this right now," she taunted, packing more snow into the already large ball she had in her hand. Teddy's laughed was carefree, but slightly nervous. Victorie was known for fierce snowball fights.
"Well, you wouldn't want to hurt this face, would you?" He tried to give her an innocent puppy dog look, but the blond girl only rolled her eyes. She wasn't easily deterred from a challenge, even when it came to the boy she'd loved since she was nine.
"Not good enough," she stated simply, before launching the snowball at him. It hit his shoulder, making him stagger back. Victorie laughed, giddy with excitement, and ran away—much like the young boy had just moments ago.
Teddy followed, until he was close enough to touch her. He wrapped his arms around the girl's small body, and pulled her to the snowy ground. He couldn't help but notice the blush that covered her normally pale cheeks, and the way her rosy lips were stretched into a beautiful smile. Her eyes were light and happy. He loved her eyes, the deep blue color that uniquely hers.
His breathing was ragged, and Teddy was nervous. But without planning it, and without thinking it through, he pressed his lips to hers.
Victorie could barely suppress a gasp. Kissing Teddy was nothing like she had imagined; it was better. So much better. Her lips tingled as if they were numb, but in a very good way. She let her eyes flutter closed, and focused on the feelings shooting through her body.
When he pulled away, cold air rushed to her lips. She opened her eyes, and looked straight into his. And she laughed.
"Y-you're h-h-hair!" she giggled. Teddy was more than a little confused.
"It-it's changing colors like mad!" Victorie explained. Teddy blushed, and tried to wrangle it back to it's normal brown. Sometimes he could do without the metamorphmagus things. Victorie finally stopped, slowing to a small chuckle, and ruffled his hair.
"Glad you had a good laugh," he muttered, but with a smile. Victorie smiled again, then kissed his cheek. Teddy smiled.
"I could get used to that," he said softly. Victorie could only nod. How could everything be so perfect? It was like a dream. She never wanted to wake up.