A/N: Molly/Teddy now... please review!
Molly/Teddy
Persuasion
Persuading. She'd always been good at it. Persuading herself to keep her eyes on the future, persuading herself to not get distracted, persuading herself that this was all in her head. Now, persuasion was almost second nature to her.
But that meant lying to herself was, too.
Because she was the studious one. Because she was the bookworm who preferred to sit in the corner and read, and favoured the company of her fantasy characters than her annoying cousins or gossiping friends. Because she was the quiet one, the shy one, contented to watch everyone else live while she got along just fine on her own. And that had always been enough.
Not anymore.
Not since she'd noticed him for what felt like the first time. One day, he'd been as good as a cousin. The next, he was the most charming, handsome, and perfect person she'd ever met. And suddenly, she couldn't breathe when she was around him because her heart inconveniently seemed to stop, and her cheeks heated up and she dropped everything she was holding. It really was a rather annoying habit that had developed; but she couldn't help it.
Because who was she compared with Victoire? Who was she, the plain, quiet bookworm, compared with a beautiful, interesting, popular, part-Veela? He would never think of her as anything more than his little cousin, with whom he occasionally discussed books, or current situations in the 'real world'. And she would always think he was wonderful. Nothing more, nothing less. Wonderful.
But for now she sits in the corner with her book, and persuades herself, very fiercely, that she doesn't feel anything strange for this boy, and that she isn't helplessly in love with him. Because she isn't.
She isn't.