Written for the Lovers Day event at Hogwarts (Prompt: "Why are you so embarrassing?" / "Stop holding my hand then." / "No.")
"Dromeda," Ted said patiently, sighing slightly at the pain in his left arm.
"Yes, Theodore?" Andromeda answered with a raised eyebrow, smoothing back her wild hair in a graceful, almost effortless motion. Her other hand remained tight around his.
"You do realize you have been clutching at my hand so hard it's going to scar, right?" Ted asked calmly, unconsciously running his fingers over the hand that was entwined with Andromeda's.
Glancing downwards at their clutched hands, Andromeda raised her eyebrow at him. "Gosh Theodore, I didn't realize you were so clingy."
Ted rolled his eyes at Andromeda, a fond smile tugging at the edge of his lip. "Dromeda, we are literally sitting in the Healer's office right now, waiting to find out if you're pregnant with our mutually conceived child. I don't think you're nearly as annoyed with my clinginess as you pretend you are."
Sticking her nose in the air, Andromeda countered back with a bored and ever haughty, "Do you need reassurance right now, in public? Gosh, why are you so embarrassing?"
Ted internally rolled his eyes. After almost six years of knowing Andromeda Black (and later Tonks), he had become a talented and constant participant in the mind games she played on a regular basis.
Ted raised an eyebrow. "Stop holding my hand then."
"No," Andromeda said back simply and the topic was settled without another word from either of them.
Sighing lightly, Ted nestled his head in Andromeda's shoulder and buried himself in the untamable curls of her hair. He hoped, above all, that Andromeda was really pregnant. Throughout the time he had known her, Andromeda had put up with so much hatred from her family, especially over him. Now, it was the least he could do for her now, to give her a family that wanted and loved her.