! i know, i know i've been gone like 4evers but i've been crazy busy and my beta's been a bit absent so excuse me if this chapter is a crapfest...yeah. I'll probably change it once my beta's edits it.

and thanks for the reviews and alerts and stuff! it made my day! i didn't think i'd get any with all the other fanfics in the world about Teddy and Victoire

About eight hours after an agonizing train ride with Matt yacking on about something with Leanne, the train came to a sudden halt.

"Are we here already?" Victoire asked.

"Guess so," Leanne concluded.

Victoire sped out of the compartment and headed towards the self-pulled carriages (none of the Weasleys listened to Uncle Harry when he said something was pulling them).

She could finally breathe and hear herself think since Matt wasn't around. But the peacefulness was quickly disrupted by, of course, Matt.

"Hullo, love," he said, pecking her on the cheek.

Victoire opened her eyes and stared at Matt, almost horrified. She took a quick breath and put on a fake smile, pretending to enjoy Matt's prattle. But in her mind, she resumed her thoughts of Teddy. Perfect Teddy, though much too old for her. She imagined that at this moment, her Teddy was off with some perky 7th year.

OoO

Victoire should be very happy that she doesn't put any money into her imagination for at the same moment, Teddy sat about six carriages up, squished between Drew and the Gryffindor seeker, Jonathan Willow. Across from him sat a group of three Ravenclaws, who Drew and Jonathan were unceasingly staring at.

Teddy sat in his own little dream world, a one he visited frequently. One where he wasn't a coward. One where he had the Gryffindor courage to tell Victoire that he loved the moment he saw her. Jeez, he was such a girl. Bet a girl could tell someone they loved them.

Drew was the one to shake him out of his dream world. Well, more like shove. Onto the floor. The cold, hard, wet floor. The Ravenclaws giggled.

"Whoops!" Drew said sarcastically. Teddy huffed and sat back up. He stared at the giggling Ravenclaws with a death glare. They became utterly quiescent, almost scared of Teddy.

When the carriage came to a stop at the magnificent Hogwarts castle, the Ravenclaws nearly jumped off, leaving a sullen Teddy with two very disappointed boys.

"Really, Ted?" Jonathan asked.

"Just because you're depressed about some French chick, doesn't mean you have to ruin our perspective dates." Drew complained.

"Sorry," Teddy mumbled.

And that sorry was all that Drew or Jonathan heard from Teddy that night. Through Headmistress McGonagall's speech, the extravagant feast and the wild games of 7th years that night, Teddy remained silent. He was of course, thinking of Victoire. Just trying to get up the courage to say, "Damnit Victoire Weasley, I love you! More than anything in this world!"

And apparently, he did. Every 7th year that was hanging out in their small dormitory had heard him proclaim his love for a certain Veela.

"Holy. Flobberworms." Was the only thing that escaped the lips of a flabbergasted 7th year, Andrew Yang.

This couldn't be good.