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They are done with the rehearsal dinner. The last relative has cleared out and Teddy is alone at last. He stares up at his ceiling where a full length poster of Meghan McCormack from the Pride of Portree once hung. Victoire had torn it down saying that she didn't want him waking up to any woman but her. He smiles. He is marrying Victoire Weasley tomorrow. They will no longer have to sneak around. She won't have to leave his flat at dawn and, more importantly, he won't have to fear being pummeled by Bill Weasley. He rolls over, resting his head on his pillow but sleep won't come. He needs to see her.

He gets out of bed and pulls on a pair of jeans before apparating outside of Shell Cottage. He feels young, much younger than his twenty five years. She is staying at her parents during the wedding to-doing, having sold her flat in London the month before. He grabs a handful of pebbles off of the path before sneaking around to her window. He remembers sneaking into her room late at night when they were still at Hogwarts. They had managed to keep their relationship secret from everyone but Gran for over a year. He flicks a rock and it hits her window. He steps back, trying to catch a glimpse of her. Nothing stirs and he flicks another rock.

This time, a light comes on and she opens the window, gazing down at him. "Teddy!" she whispers disapprovingly. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," he whispers back, grinning.

"Our wedding is in only a few hours. You were going to see me then anyway."

"Too long." She can see his hair change from his traditional turquoise to her favorite, a beautiful chestnut brown. He is trying to appease her. "Come down," he pleads. She giggles self consciously.

"If my father catches you here . . . "

"He never has before," Teddy reasons.

"Fine," she concedes. "You obviously won't leave me alone otherwise." She steps onto the window ledge and dangles her feet out of the window. With a flick of her wand, she flutters into his arms, the moonlight catching her simple pink silk nightgown. As soon as she is in her arms, she kisses him deeply. "You're impossible Teddy Lupin."

"You're beautiful Victoire Weasley." She smiles at him lovingly. Their romance started out so casually that it was barely a romance at all. They had grown up together for Merlin's sake. But in her sixth year, she began looking at him differently, the way his shoulders looked when he was hunched over his notes in the library, the way his blue hair fell into his eyes. He admitted later that he had seen her as more than just a friend a year before. She was so beautiful, so perfect that he hadn't actually believed he'd have a chance. But he had been given his chance and there he stood, almost married to her.

"What color are you going to wear your hair for the wedding?" she asks casually, kissing him softly.

"What color do you want me to wear it?" he asks, looking at her expectantly, a ghost of a grin on his face.

"I like the brown but you do whatever you think is best."

"Well, seeing as I will be trying to get into your pants tomorrow night, I suppose the best thing for me would be to wear my brown then." She punches his playfully. "Hey, I've got a crazy idea."

"Mmm?"

"What do you say we do it in the moonlight, right here on the lawn."

"Are you out of your bloody mind?" she exclaims, placing her hands on her hips.

"I told you it was a crazy idea but you know you want to."

"I most certainly do not! What would happen if my father looked out the window? You wouldn't be fit to marry me after that."

"Come on Victoire, just humor me," he leans in and placed his hand on the side of her face, cradling her cheek in his hand. She kisses his palm and looks up into those soft brown eyes. She loves him, loves everything about him, even the parts of him that drive her mad.

"Not tonight Mr. Lupin. I want to at least be able to pretend that I deserve my white dress." He chuckles and kisses her again, this time drawing her close to him, resting his hand on the back of her head. She wraps her arms around him and they are together and deliriously happy.

"What is going on out there?" The booming voice of Bill Weasley shatters the romance and the two break apart quickly. The curse-breaker hangs out of the window, shining the light of his wand at the two. "Mr. Lupin, you will have my daughter all to yourself for the rest of your life. I would appreciate it if you leave her in peace for the night." His voice is low and sends a shiver up Teddy's spine.

"We were just, um, discussing some last minute plans," Victoire explains, looking down at her bare feet.

"That's not what it looked like to me," Bill replies.

"I guess I'll be going then. Goodnight Mr. Weasley, goodnight Victoire." He leans in for a final kiss but is stopped by Bill's rather loud cough. He blushes and sends Victoire a wink before apparating back to his flat. He has no problem falling asleep, for visions of Victoire fill his dreams.

A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed the previous two chapters. I hope you liked this one. Harry's comes next and I hope by now you're noticing a progression.

Tootles!
Liz