Victoire/Hugo

Prompt: Nostalgia

Nostalgia

May 30, 2023

They twirled not-so-elegantly around the dance floor. Though he was quite a lot taller than her, almost taller than Teddy, he was still extremely clumsy. She tried to not wince when he stepped on her feet; dancing just wasn't his strong point.

"Remember when we used to do this at Christmas?" he asked, his dark brown eyes light with happiness.

Victoire nodded and beamed. "You still used to stand on my feet, even when your head didn't reach my shoulders."

Hugo rolled his eyes at her and spun her around. "Look at us now," he remarked. "It's you who doesn't reach my shoulders."

Victoire laughed and grinned up at him as they danced. That had been many years ago. Now, she was twenty-four and married and he was sixteen and gangly. Time certainly had flown by. Victoire could remember when he was just a little boy, shy and reserved, often overshadowed by his louder, older sister. She'd always held a soft spot for Hugo; his curly hair, dimples and freckled cheeks gave him that adorable, little boy look that he hadn't grown out of, even when he was six feet tall.

"You'll always be my baby cousin," she told him fondly, reaching up and pinching his cheek like she used to when she was younger. He frowned at her and swatted her hand away, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as one of Victoire's French cousins, Aurore, giggled at him from the other side of the dance floor.

"You know I hate it when you do that," he scolded her.

Victoire merely chuckled lightly. "Hue, just because Aurore and her sisters aren't your cousins, they're still your family."

Hugo blushed even deeper, his ears turning bright red like his fathers' and he hastily looked away from the pretty, blonde girl.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered quietly.

Laughing, Victoire shook her head at him and the two of them continued to dance. "Look at you, blushing over girls," she cooed. "I remember when you thought that I had germs."

Hugo grinned at her. "That's because you did have germs. You had big, girl cousin germs."

"Well, they didn't keep Teddy away," she remarked, sparing a glance over to her new husband, who was dancing with Ginny. He met her eyes and grinned at her, the tips of his turquoise hair turning pink.

"I can't believe you're married. It makes me feel so old!"

Victoire scoffed at her cousin. "You feel old? Hugo Weasley, you're only sixteen. I'm the one who should be feeling old."

Hugo waggled his eyebrows at her and grinned. "You'll always be old compared to me, Vic. You'd better get used to it."

She swatted him playfully on the shoulder. Since when had Hugo become so cheeky? He never used to speak much, now he was teasing her. She realised, sadly, that he was not a child anymore. And she wasn't a child either. They had both grown up. But, as she locked eyes with Teddy, she realised that she didn't mind growing up.

"Everything's going to change now, isn't it?" Hugo mused as the song came to an end. "You're married, soon you'll be having babies..."

"Hue!" she gasped. But she smiled anyway. "Yes, I suppose it is."

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one. It was cute and light-hearted, unlike my two previous chapters. If you hadn't guessed, this is during Victoire's wedding. She's dancing with Hugo (all of her cousins at Hogwarts got special compensation to attend the wedding) and reminiscing about her childhood with him.

Victoire's French cousins are Gabrielle's daughters: Aurore, Chloe and Giselle. They're all extremely pretty, just like their mother, and Hugo can't help himself but stare at them.

Ages: Victoire (24), Hugo (16)

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