Author's Note: So this story has definitely got me inspired to write more often! Plus its summer so I've got more time. Well, not really but still. Please read and review, and leave suggestions.
Disclaimer: I am not JKR, so I don't own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters.
Victoire's POV:
Dom and I stood in my bedroom in Shell Cottage, assessing all the clothes laid on my bed. Domi was very fashionable, and Paris is a very fashionable city. Auntie Gab always sends the two of us oodles of the latest fashions, I just don't get around to wearing them as much as Domi does. Now that I'm going to be living in Paris for the summer I want to make sure I fit in. I'm the only one who speaks French in our group, so I don't want to stick out like a tourist. Dom holds up a dress.
"Now this would look great," she says, holding it up against me. I approve and she puts it into the yes pile. Soon we are done, and I have a packed suitcase filled to the brim with designer clothing that will make me look great. To Teddy of course. Dom sits on my bed, braiding her strawberry blond hair. "So," she asks. "So," I reply, knowing where this conversation is going.
"You and Teddy. In Paris. Alone. For Two and a half months," Dom says. I smile, locking my lips and throwing away the key. "Fine," she says, "But when I come to visit I expect all the dirty details." She reconsiders, "Maybe not all of them." I laugh as she walks out of the room, a slightly disgusted look on her face.
Tomorrow we leave and I can't be more excited. Maria and Jules are coming over tonight for a girl's night before we leave. "Hello darling," Jules says as she sashays into my room. "Jules!" I get up and give her a hug and a kiss on each cheek. "Just getting you ready," I tell her. I've gone to Paris at least once a year to visit with my grandparents and aunt. Maria knocks on the door, looking beautiful. "Hey girl!" Jules says, running over and giving Maria a kiss on each cheek. I explain, "It's what happens in Paris." She smiles and drops her bags on the ground. My mum has transfigured a few extra beds, temporary for the girls overnight stay.
We head downstairs for a week dinner before retiring to my room for a long night of talking. "So Maria, how are you and Mark doing?" I ask. "Wonderful!" she answers, "He's really great. We're really excited for Paris. Speaking of which, how many bedrooms are there at your aunt's house?" I try to remember, "Quite a few. I'm sure enough for you and Mark to share." She smiles contentedly. "Well while you two are tied down I'm looking forward to a sexy summer romance with a French guy who barely speaks English." Maria and I both look at each other. "Just be safe," I tell her, "There are some sketchy guys in Paris, that's a given." We spend the night talking, and eventually drift off to sleep.
Teddy's POV:
Its 7:30 on Saturday morning and I've decided to apparate over to Shell Cottage. Mark and I are both ready to get to Paris. His parents have been pressuring him to get a job. There's nothing wrong with being early. I pop into Shell Cottage, followed by Mark a few minutes later. I walk in to a bustling breakfast scene. Louis is buttering his toast, while Dominique is drinking coffee. Fleur is making orange juice while Bill is eating an English muffin while reading the Daily Prophet. The girls are probably upstairs, getting ready.
"Hi Teddy!" Louis says, he being the first to notice me. "Hi Lou," I reply, grabbing the toast out of his hand. Mark knocks a few minutes later. Maria scampers down the stairs, "I'll get it!" she yells into the kitchen. She and Mark step outside for a few moments, but they both enter soon after. Jules and Vic come downstairs, lugging their suitcases. I'm easily levitating mine, but I'm 17. I laugh as Vic struggles with a huge suitcase. I know that Dominique was involved in the packing of that. I realize I'm staring, and turn to Dom.
"So how much did you pack for your sister?" I ask here. She shrugs, putting down her coffee, "Enough to last a whole summer." I glance at the mug, "And since when do you drink coffee?" I ask her. "Oh Teddy. I've always loved coffee; I would have hoped you would know that. Just be sure to have some in Paris when Molly and I some to visit. If Percy and Audrey even let Molly come." I must have looked surprised because Dom explains, "I'm only coming for a week. It will be helpful, I can speak French. Don't worry Teddy, everything I want to know I know, so don't give me that look."
I smile and grab Dom's coffee. "Hey!" she shouts. I take a big drink and then give it back to her. She stomps off to her room, probably to get dressed. I say hi to Bill and Fleur. Fleur hands me a glass of orange juice and a bagel. "You love bagels, am I correct?" Fleur asks. I nod and hungrily dig in. Harry took his family to a quidditch match yesterday, so everybody was still tired and asleep when I left. "Morning ladies," I greet the girls. Vic and I look into each other's eyes. This look doesn't just say good morning, it says good morning, I love you. Soon it's 8 o'clock, and we depart for Paris using the Floo network. Vic says her goodbyes to her family, already speaking French to everybody but her father.
I'm the first to step into the green flames. I feel myself get whooshed away, and soon step out of a fireplace in the middle of a grand living room. Vic comes through the fire next, followed by Jules, Maria and Mark. Vic is the first to speak, "So, we're in Paris! This is Auntie Gabrielle's living room. The kitchen is through there, dining room through there, and sitting room through that the door. The bedrooms are upstairs. Follow me!" Mark and I decide to help the girls out by levitating their suitcases for them. Vic leads the charge up the staircase that overlooks the living room. There is a landing that is open to the bottom floor of the house. At the top of the landing there are three hallways. Vic points to one.
"That's Gabrielle's bedroom, workroom and studio. We needn't go down there for any reason. These two have the guest bedrooms. I believe there are four, though we won't be needing all of them. Um Jules, if you don't mind taking this single, I believe you will be most comfortable. Mark and Maria, you can take this bedroom," she says, opening one of the doors in the third hallway, "And Teddy, you and I can take this one, unless you would rather have your own," she begins to ramble.
"Vic, I would love to sleep with you," I mentally kick myself, "I mean in the same bed as you, just like when we were younger. But not," now I'm the one rambling. I can feel my hair flashing between different shades of red. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the bedroom across from Mark and Maria. I shut the door behind us both. Vic opens the windows, revealing a beautiful view. I decide to magically unpack both of our suitcases. In seconds our suitcases are empty and the dresser and closet are filled with our clothing for the trip. I push the suitcases under the bed, coming up behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist and whisper into her ear, "I love you."
She turns around and gives me a kiss, lingering on my lips. "I love you too," she breathes, wrapping her arms around my neck. We stand there for a while, just being together before she steps away. "We better not leave Jules alone. At least not until she finds a French guy." I laugh, and grab her hand as we step out of the bedroom, finding Jules downstairs, plopped on one of the couches. She's holding a glass of iced tea, already making herself at home.
Victoire's POV:
Teddy and I are sleeping in the same bedroom. In the same bed. Together. I feel a little bad for Jules, but I'm sure she'll have houseguests. Once we go out. I leave Teddy with Jules and go into the kitchen to see what kind of food we have. Normally Gab has her kitchen stocked weekly. I find a note on the counter.
Victoire-
Bienvenue! La cuisine serastockéhebdomadaire.Si vous avez besoinquelque chose de précisil suffit de laisserune listesur le comptoir.S'il vous plaîtnettoyer aprèsvous.Une sorcièrede nettoyagepasse partoutes les deux semaines. J'ai laisséune liste detous les lieuxde sorciers, à Paris, mais s'il vous plaîtvisiter les lieuxainsi queles Moldus. Il ya beaucoup debelles choses. Je ne serai pasde retouravant le milieudu mois d'août, donc s'il vous plaîtvous amuser. Oh, et sivous allezboire,le faire dansla maison.Vous pouvez avoir tout, sauf des choses dansma cave. Je crois que j'aiun peu de vinqui est justedans la cuisine, ainsi que d'autres choses sivous en avez besoin. Avoir un grand temps!
Amour,Gabrielle
I smile at the last bit. Truthfully I don't even know where her wine cellar is. I'm sure there are enchantments surrounding it. I see some wine on the counter. I grab five glasses and head out into the living room. Teddy opens the bottle and pours three glasses. Mark and Maria are still "unpacking." In France I have always had good wine, so it is not surprising that Gab left us some. We might have to get more delivered, knowing how much other people in this house like to party. I also bring out some food that I find in the refrigerator.
Mark and Maria finally come down from their bedroom. I pour them both glasses of wine. "Vic this place is amazing!" Mark exclaims, reveling in Gab's house, "What does your aunt do?" I pour myself some more wine, "Well she's a fashion designer but she also manages a boutique that brings muggle fashions into the wizarding world." Maria sips her wine, "Oooh Vic this is good!" I nod, looking at the label. "That's Gab. Everything is the best." We talk until everybody starts to get hungry for dinner. "If you guys want to go out I know this great little café that's just around the corner." Everybody nods hungrily. We put down our wine and step outside. This is the group's first taste of Paris.
Jules twirls around in the street her hair flying everywhere. I grab her arm, "This way Jules." She follows me down the street, looking a little tipsy. Teddy puts his arm around my shoulders. "You're going to have to translate everything for me," he says. I laugh a little, "Not just you Teddy, everybody. Translate for everybody. This is a muggle café so don't pull out your wand. We reach the café. I walk inside, looking for an open table. I find a table large enough to seat all of us. The waiter comes by, asking for drink orders. In French of course. I answer for all of us, just asking for water. Jules could at least try to sober up a little.
The waiter comes back, wanting to know our orders. I order all the appetizers on the menu, hoping there will be something for everyone. The waiter gives me a strange look, so I quickly explain. "Ils sont venus d'Angleterre, nous rendons visite pour l'été." He nods, and goes of with our order. "What do you guys want to do here?" I ask everybody. "I want to see all the sights," Maria says. Everybody nods their heads in agreement. "I want to shop," Jules says. Maria looks excited. The boys' faces look horrified at the thought of shopping. "Boys you can go check out a football game or something else. Gab's taken my everywhere here, so anything you want to try we can do."
The appetizers come and we all dig in, hungry from not eating any good meals all day. The check comes, and I pay, leaving a tip. We all stand up and decide to head back to our house. It's not very late, but we are all tired. After the quick walk home Jules decides to turn in. Maria, Mark, Teddy and I stay downstairs, talking together. After an hour Mark and Maria decide to retire to their room. We stand up to say good night. Teddy yawns and stretches. "Are you sleepy Teddy Bear?" I ask him, sounding a little sexy. Not on purpose. He nods. I take his hand and lead him upstairs. I step inside the bedroom, pulling Teddy behind me. He shuts the door.
I walk over to the dresser and pull out an old t-shirt that I sleep in. Teddy grabs some flannel pants. We both stand, holding our pajamas. I bite my lip and slide my pants down, kicking them up. Teddy takes off his shirt. He undoes his belt and slides his pants down, pulling on his flannels. I take off my shirt and slide my sleeping shirt on. I realize, blushing a little, that I'm wearing one of Teddy's old shirts. He notices too. "You're beautiful," he says, coming over to give me a kiss. I kiss him back. After a minute I slide under the covers. He follows snuggling up. "I love you," I whisper moving my body closer to her. "I love you too," he replies.
The French—
Victoire—
Welcome! The kitchen will be stocked weekly. If you need anything specific just leave it a list on the counter. Please clean up after yourselves. A cleaning witch comes through every two weeks. I've left a list of all the wizarding places in Paris, but please visit the Muggle places as well. There are many beautiful sights. I won't be back until the middle of August, so please enjoy yourselves. Oh and if you are going to drink, do it in the house. You can have anything, except the things in my wine cellar. I believe I have some wine that is just in the kitchen, as well as other things if you need them. Have a great time!
Love, Gabrielle
They are from England, we are visiting for the summer.