Teddy x Rose.

Chapter 4.

It was the last day of the summer holidays, and like her father before her, Rose was highly unorganised when it came to packing. She had not even attempted to sort out her things previously, and now she was aimlessly wandering around her room with Reginald balanced on her shoulder. As soon as she had awoken, her mother had told her to start packing. But three hours later, she had only opened her trunk. Eventually, after much persuasion from Ron, Hermione came into Rose's room, waved her wand, and everything flew into its correct place. As she left, she was huffily mumbling something about responsibilities.

Over the past few weeks, Rose's affection for Teddy had definitely decreased. Although she still liked him, it was less of an overwhelming feeling, and she felt happier talking to him again. Though there hadn't been many times when she had seen him in person recently, they were talking through letters a lot, and it was much easier for rose to joke around with him again. That morning, she had received a new letter from him.

'Hey Rose,

We haven't spoken for a few days so I thought I would just say good luck for school! Fifth year is a very important year, so make sure you work hard!

I don't think I really need to tell you to work properly, I know that you will anyway, but it's nice to have someone who cares, right?

Anyway, have a good last day of freedom.

Love, Teddy.'

As Rose read Teddy's words of encouragement, she felt a surge of fondness for him pass through her. He was right, because everyone expected her to do well anyway, most people didn't bother with giving her advice, but it was still nice to hear from someone that they are supporting you. He knew her so well, it was disconcerting. The word 'love' stuck out most to her. Seeing it written down, in his handwriting, especially for her, made her feel like maybe her feelings weren't unreturned. Of course she knew it was not a literal thing, but she liked it anyway.

The next day, at platform nine and three quarters, everything was getting slightly hectic. It was ten to eleven, and Rose and her family hadn't even gone through the barrier yet. Rose was the first one to rush through, and was surprised to see Teddy standing there, waiting for them . She could feel herself getting flustered as he walked over, and blood rushed to her cheeks.

"Well you must have really been rushing to get here on time, Rose, your cheeks are all red!" Teddy put a hand on the side of Rose's face before continuing. "You feel all warm too!"

"Oh…yeah… I didn't want to miss the train." Teddy seemed so oblivious of Rose's feelings towards him, it was amazing really, and she had thought she made it so obvious all the time.

Rose didn't stay to talk to Teddy for too long, she wanted to get on the train and find her friends. Just before the train left, she leant out of the window to say a final goodbye to her parents and Teddy. When the train began to move off and the wind picked up, Rose waved one last time, her red hair swirling around her face.

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When the train turned the corner that took it out of sight, Teddy's head was filled with thoughts for Rose. He would miss her now that she was going back to school again, and he started thinking about the fun they had had over the summer. But then he started to think about her hair. The way her hair looked as she left just now, I've never noticed it before, but it's beautiful. If only Victoire had inherited the Weasley hair from Bill…she'd be so much prettier. Wait…what am I Saying? I love Victoire just the way she is; she's perfect…isn't she?

All the reasons for their first break up seemed to resurface themselves in Teddy's mind and the reasons for getting back together seemed harder to remember. Something was getting in the way. And it was the thought of Rose. No. This is ridiculous. She's only just turned 15. Stop thinking about her like that, it's wrong.

Teddy soon realised he had been staring into space during this whirl of thought when Ron poked him hard in the arm.

"Oh! Sorry, I zoned out for a bit there."

"That's alright," replied Hermione "Ron does it all the time, I'm used to it. Do you want to come back to ours for a cup of tea?"

"Yes, that would be lovely."

Hermione smiled at him warmly, whilst Ron scowled at her from the side.

Thank you for reading! Sorry its so... rambling.