A/N: Another chapter! I hope you like it :) Please review and give me your thoughts.
Usually, by the end of the holiday season, the kids had gotten their fair share of hot cocoa and snowball fights. The parents had to go back to work, and the Burrow, as lively as it was with all the loving people, would start to strain under all the duties it took to maintain such a large family. However, the festivities couldn't end without the annual Potter New Year's Ball, a last hurrah to the ending year, and this year was no different.
The kids were currently engaged in a game of 'Speed Assassins,' a variation of the Muggle game that they'd evolved over the years. Victoire, who was now nine, had just tagged Teddy out, and so they paired up to take out Fred. Teddy, who had recently finished the first half of his second year at Hogwarts, had grown several inches since 11. The 12-year-old was now grabbing Victoire's hand and pulling her under the food table, where Uncle George's son was being poured a cup of pumpkin juice.
"Thanks," said the young sweaty redhead, clutching the mug in one hand and slips of parchment int he other. He turned away, and Victoire reached out and grabbed his ankles.
"Gotcha!" she and Teddy shouted, as Fred slopped juice down his front.
The pair high-fived as their younger cousin glared at them.
"Sorry," Teddy apologized, grinning. He cast a quick cleaning charm on Fred's robes, and the three set out to tag out their next victims.
It was later, when the game died down, that Victoire asked Teddy to 'dance.'
"Teddy!" she giggled. "Let's dance!"
They held hands and spun in circles as fast as they could, laughing. They had a contest to see who could jig better. They made a conga line and got all the other kids to join.
"Wow," chuckled Harry, "You guys have way more fun than our Yule Ball in fourth year. Remember, Ron?" he asked, nudging the said uncle who scowled.
Aunt Hermione burst out laughing, and the adults went off again to reminisce about their school days.
"That was fun," Teddy commented after, as they sat eating cookies and licking chocolate cake off his fingers.
"Mmm," Victoire agreed. "I love dressing up," she said dreamily.
Teddy made a face. "You're such a girl."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Whatever, Teddy Lupin."
They giggled and rounded up the cousins for a game of hide-and-seek. It had always been like this. Teddy and Vic. Vic and Teddy. Best friends. A lot had changed since she was a pink-faced baby and a five-year-old who broke his toy broomsticks.