Second chapter already! I know these updates are quite quI, eat the moment, but I have been wanting to write a Teddy/Dominique story for ages, and i can't write fast enough! That you for all the amazing reviews, they mean a lot! Keep them coming!
She sits across the room from me. Straight across if I'm looking forward, 6 seats to my left or 11 to my right. Not that I'm counting. She's sitting cross-legged on a old, worn red sofa, the window behind her, shinning in a dim light from the snow. She's wearing tartan pyjama bottoms and a baggy Gryffindor sweatshirt, the same pyjamas that she did all those years ago when she first visited my parents grave with me. Her hands rest in her laps, and she looking down at them, licking her nail- it may not be obvious to everyone else, but I can tell she's agitated, maybe even guilty.
Today is Christmas. This means everyone is hyper, smiling as they open presents, too caught up in the excitement to notice that Dom isn't her normal, sarcastic, funny self. That she is sitting quietly (for once), picking her nails, with an agitated expression plastered all over her face. They might not notice, but I do.
Victoire is sat next to me, bubbly as usual, making the occasional snide, sadistic comment about people, hinting at what she thinks I might have gotten her. She's hinting at an engagement ring, but i know it's not that- I like Victoire, I might even love her, but I can't picture spending the rest of my days with her continually complaining about one thing or another, forcing me to take the 'stupid, immature blue' out of my hair and replace it with a 'nice, simple, normal brown', as she puts it.
"Victoire, it's your turn!" Little Lily Luna Potter yells over the commotion. Everyone settles down, they're eyes on Victoire ("When aren't they?" I can't stop myself from thinking.)
"Oh yay!" She squeals and prances across the room, diving under the tree to find my present to her. When she settles down next to me, closer than before, almost too close for comfort. She tears open the box to reveal a small jewellery box. Tears spring to her eyes, "Oh Teddy..." She says and delicately opens the box to reveal a small sapphire attached to a thin chain, "Wow... This was so... unexpected... I don't... don't know what to say." Vic stutters, struggling for words. It's almost as if I did it to be sadistic, but I honestly thought that the Sapphire would bring out the blue in Vic's eyes. I brought it for her back in November, before she had even decided she wanted to get married.
"Vic, don't get me wrong, I love you, but I'm just not ready to marry you." I say, clasping her hands in mine. She springs from her seat on the sofa, making her way out of the room and up the stairs. Fleur's not far behind, giving me the slightest death glare as she passes. Not that I care too much.
I look across to Dominique. She stops picking her nails and looks up, our eyes meeting. She smiles, almost as if to say "I don't regret last night"
And I pick up my new camera and snap a picture. It's the first of many in our photo album.
This ones a little shorter than the last, so sorry! Please leave a review, telling me what you think of this fic and any ideas for more one-shots! Reviews keep me writing! Follow and Favourite if you want to read me!
And check out my other fic 'To Be a Puff'- it's about how Lorcan deals with being sorted into Hufflepuff.
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