I'm baaaaaack! This story has been in my head for a while and I am really excited to take on a new pairing and also have my first full story written in first person! It will mostly be Victoire's POV but we'll get a glimpse of Teddy every now and then :) This introduction is short and a bit of a teaser but I hope you guys enjoy it and please review and let me know your thoughts!

Introduction

My mother has taught me a lot of things in my sixteen and a half years of life, but the one thing she stresses the most was that a girl should "always, always, always" look put together. A perk of being part Veela was that I rarely look like a mess, but my mother doesn't let it stop there. I have a wardrobe full of clothes with French labels on them and drawers of accessories to "put some style en zous 'ideous 'Ogwarts robes" (again, her words, not mine). Today, however, I would not be wearing my school robes, but a nice dress. Grandmum Weasley got it in her head that we needed a family portrait of everyone in the entire family. Besides my two grandparents and four immediate family members, I have five uncles, four aunts and nine cousins. When you include me, that makes twenty four immediate family members! But then you have to include stupid Teddy Lupin, making it twenty-five.

I don't hate Teddy for not being blood related (though he has been at every damn family function I have ever been at). I suppose I feel bad for him in some way, I mean he has no parents and has to live with his Gran, who is extremely strict. But then again, he spends most of the time with the Potter family and I don't think there are parents cooler than my Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny. Uncle Harry saved the Wizarding world, Aunt Ginny was a really talented Quidditch player and they have the funniest kids on the planet. Harry is Teddy's godfather and spoils the kid rotten, too much if you ask me. The last thing Teddy Lupin needs is spoiling, what he really needs a good kick in the arse which I intend on giving him one day when my mum isn't looking.

Teddy is a year ahead of me in school and we were always forced to play together at family gatherings. We had about a hundred pictures of the two of us and we got on pretty well until I realized he was the biggest prat on the face of the earth. He used to love playing little jokes and pranks on the adults and I would always do it with him….until he pulled one on me.

FLASHBACK

"Come on Vic, it's just a little mud!" Nine year old Teddy stood about five feet from me, his left hand full of mud and a devilish expression on his face. "You've got loads of other dresses!"

"Absolutely not, Teddy Lupin!" I said hotly. I looked down at my cream dress with a bright blue sash tied around the waist that perfectly matched the bow tied in my hair. I was itching to run away but my black loafers stayed grounded to the spot. "Don't you dare throw that at me!"

"I'll make you a deal Vic, you give me a kiss and I won't do it." He raised his right eyebrow at me and smirked. I gave him a glare but, to save my dress, I marched up to him.

"You're terrible." I said before bringing my lips to his for the briefest of kisses. I reckon Teddy was so surprised that I actually did it, because he then proceeded to drop his fistful of mud. Which, unfortunately for him, landed right on my dress.

END FLASHBACK

Whether he meant to do it or not did not stop me from throwing a very Weasley-worthy tantrum and from that day we have had a relationship comprised purely of bickering, insults and general hate.

It still, however, does not keep our family from pushing us together. We still have to get pictures of just the two of us. You can see the growing irritation on our faces in the moving pictures growing as the years pass. Our most recent one was from last summer where I am scowling at Teddy while he changes his facial features into contorted shapes, something he knows I absolutely loathe. Even thinking about him made me scowl, something that was unfortunately on my face when my mum walked in my room.

"Victoire Weasley, zat iz not ze kind of expression I want to see!" My mother scolded me while handing me my freshly pressed dress. It was decided by my Grandmum that each family would wear a different color while she and Granddad wore white. Uncle Charlie got orange, Uncle Percy's family got yellow, Uncle George's got blue, Uncle Ron's got maroon and the Potters and Teddy got green. My family got brown. The color of poo. Splendid.

"Je m'excuse, Mama." I said, taking the dress. I use French on my mother to weasel my way out of most anything. She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead before checking on my siblings. Dominique was in her fourth year at Hogwarts and we shared bright blue eyes but unlike my blonde hair that cascaded in soft, silky curls down my back, her hair was light red and straighter just like my father's. She had more freckles that I did but was still beautiful. My brother Louis was in his third year and pretty quiet compared to my sister and I. He also had red hair but the silkiness of it was more like mine.

I held up the dress, studying it, and decided it wasn't really half bad. Being two days after Christmas, the weather in England was freezing, but the wool dress looked like it would keep me warm. It was long sleeved and had a sweetheart neckline and the hem came down to just past my knee. After putting it on, I paired it with the new silver jewelry I had received for Christmas and loosely tied my hair in a side ponytail with a chocolate bow that perfectly matched the dress. I had three fashion obsessions; high heeled shoes, black mascara and, over anything else, bows.

Once we arrived at the place the portrait was to be taken (who knew there was a wizarding photographer in Diagon Alley?) and spent a bloody HOUR trying to coordinate the family into looking somewhat decent, I heard the dreaded sentence come from my mother's mouth.

"We must get ze picture of Victoire and Teddy!" I rolled my eyes but, knowing there was no good in fighting it, trudged over to her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Aunt Ginny pushing Teddy, who wore a green button down shirt and khaki pants, over to me. "Stand close!" My mother ordered and Teddy and I stood and inch apart from each other while the photographer decided on which light would be best.

"Nice bow Vicky." Teddy said out of the corner of his mouth. He knew I hated that nickname.

"Whatever, Theodore." The ends of his hair began turning red, meaning that (I knew from years of making them that way) he was getting frustrated.

"That's not even my real name." He growled, trying to keep his voice contained.

"And yet it succeeds in pissing you off each and every time." I sing-songed, still keeping the perfect smile on my face. "Just think Teddy-bear, after this term you can do us all a favor and graduate and disappear."

"You better bet your big arse I'm counting down the days." He replied. I knew my arse was not big at all yet I so wanted to smack him for saying that. The photographer started counting down from ten to take the picture. Ten? He couldn't have started with three?

"Here's to the last time I'm ever this close to you then." I muttered. I heard the low chuckle from Teddy next to me.

"Amen to that." He said as the picture snapped.