100I can't even begin to apologize for being so MIA this term! Senior year of college is a lot harder than I had hoped! Hopefully you guys like this chapter (though I know you'll hate it too!) and I promise to have the next update up as soon as I can! Thanks to everyone sticking with this story :) Love Kacey
TEDDY'S POV
Definitely Not Good
It was Friday, which automatically meant it was a good day. Nathan and I had gotten out of Defense Against Dark Arts and were walking down the hall, debating if the party that would take place in a few hours was the fifteenth or sixteenth that we had thrown this year.
"No, in November we had the one where Lyle threw up on the chair and the one post-Quidditch match." I told him and Nathan shook his head.
"I'm telling you mate, it was the same party."
"How would you know, you were snogging the brains out of Julianne both times." I pointed out and Nathan rolled his eyes. I chuckled and looked forward, seeing Victoire Weasley walk up the hall, animatedly talking to the boy standing next to her.
"Hi boys," she said brightly to Nathan and I. I grinned, lately I had been happy that the two of us were finally getting on well. It was almost as easy to be friends with her as it was to fight with her. "You remember Reid, right?" She motioned to the boy standing next to her.
"Of course I do," Nathan said. "Puddlemere's looking good, did you read about their match against the Tornados?" They got into a discussion about the match and I looked at Victoire, who was digging around in her bag. She pulled out a piece of parchment and with a smile and roll of her eyes, handed it over to me. I looked at it, recognizing the handwriting:
Dear Victoire,
I am so happy you are staying with me this summer! I asked Mum if we could go to the stores in London and she said YES! Teddy can stay with James and Albus. Albus is too quiet. I miss you!
Love LILY POTTER
I chuckled and handed the letter back to her.
"Looks like it'll be a week of girls against boys," She said with a slight smirk on her face. I didn't really remember ever seeing her smirk before, I'm sure I would have remembered how adorable she looked in that moment. See, that was the funny thing. Lately, I had been noticing more and more moments where Victoire looked absolutely adorable. Being friends (?) with her, I was starting to get why blokes went after her, what they noticed about her. I supposed it was about time I started noticing the good qualities in her too.
"You reckon the house will remain standing?" I asked.
"Please, you already know Uncle George and Uncle Ron have a bet on just how many days we will last." She said with another smile. Nathan and Reid's conversation began to die down and Reid turned to Victoire.
"Ready to go?" He asked and she nodded.
"See you boys tonight," She said with a wave of her hand and the two of them went off together. I felt a quick irritation at the sight of them going off to who knows where.
"You two seemed pretty chummy," I said to Nathan, a bit more sarcastic than I had intended. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"I could say the same about you and Miss Weasley. Reid is a nice bloke, we got to talk at the ball and I think he's pretty alright."
"For a Slytherin." I said under my breath, which Nathan unfortunately caught.
"You know, Ted, if I didn't know you any better I'd say you were turning emerald green with jealously right now." He said slyly. I scoffed, the last thing I'd ever be would be jealous of a guy and Victoire Weasley. "It would work out if you did fancy her as well, since the two of you will be together for a whole week under one roof."
"Right, and then we could go back to the toddler days of playing house, except this time with actual lunatic children instead of dolls." I laughed and changed the subject, convinced that Nathan was losing it.
The common room parties usually only took about a half hour to get in full swing. During that time, my friends and I, being the great hosts we are, had a tendency to take a couple shots to get the night going. The first couple burned, but around shot number four, the firewhiskey simply glided down your throat. Four was the number I was on when I saw Victoire come towards me. She wore a high wasted black leather shirt and a very tight red sleeveless shirt. I felt the new, yet familiar, annoyance as I watched other blokes stare at her as she made her way across the room, her blonde hair dancing behind her and her bright blue eyes dancing. I supposed it was just some protective instinct coming out…I mean we had practically grown up together.
"Hey Teddy," she said, her lips forming into a smile and my annoyance turned to excitement.
"Hey yourself. Firewhiskey?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she made a disgusted face at the bottle I was holding.
"Not anytime this century." She held up a bottle of elf wine. "I'll be sticking to the classics."
"Suit yourself," I shrugged and took another shot of the firewhiskey, enjoying both the taste of the liquid and the adorable face Victoire made as she watched me do it. It was the second time today I had thought she looked adorable. Hm. I pondered the word as Adam and Lyle said hello to Victoire. I had caught myself recently thinking words (like adorable) to describe her that differed from my usual vocabulary.
"Vic!" Shannon called her from a few feet away where she was standing with a group of sixth year boys.
"Wing-woman duty calls," she said with a wink and she turned and walked away. I felt the annoyance creep back up, but turned and took the shot Adam offered me before I could dwell on it further.
Wing-woman my arse.
It may have been the alcohol, but I was pretty sure that dancing with Christianson Ross and laughing and smiling at him was NOT helping Shannon hook up with some other idiot in the sixth year.
"You okay Ted? You're hair is the color of fire…" Nathan said from next to me. I scowled, changed my hair back to blue and took a swig from the bottle of firewhiskey, noticing it was almost empty. I knew Nathan had followed my gaze and was probably making some explanation for it in his head but I shrugged.
"Fire hair for firewhiskey," I quipped and he chuckled. "Speaking of," I shook the near-empty bottle and scanned the common room for another, locating one on the other side of the dance floor. "Sod it," I muttered and made my way across the crowded space. I ran smack into someone and tried to steady her.
"If you wanted to dance , Lupin, you just had to ask!" The person stopped swaying and looked up at me. I recognized the Daniella girl who always gave Vic so much trouble. I was about to say a 'no thanks' when I out of the corner of my eye I saw that bloody git whisper something in Victories' ear and she rolled her eyes. But she kept on dancing with him.
"Why not," I said and I began to dance with Daniella. She was a very…suggestive dancer and I was wishing the song would speed up so I could make a quick exit. I glanced to my right and didn't see Victoire and that dumbass dancing anymore, but Shannon was twirling some guy around so I guess her mission has been accomplished.
My thoughts were distracted by Daniella pulling my face an inch away from hers and the room slightly spun.
"You're not a very attentive dancer," she said with a little pout.
"I don't like to dance," I shrugged, trying to be maintain some drunk-politeness.
"How about snogging?" She said and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because I hadn't had a snog in Merlin knows how long, but for whatever reason I snogged her back. I didn't know how long it lasted, definitely into another song, but when we finally broke apart I saw a flash of blonde hair run out the portrait hole.
"Er, sorry, have to run," I said awkwardly and I stumbled my way off the dancefloor and out of the common room. Under normal circumstances there was no way I would leave a girl mid-snog so I could chase after Victoire Weasley of all people. But something was pulling me out of that room and to her, so I ran.
Or at least tried to run.
I'll admit I mostly stumbled my way to an empty classroom where I found her sitting on the professor's desk, staring out the window.
"Vic?" I asked tentatively. She slowly turned around and got down from the desk. She walked towards me, a very different walk from the happy one from earlier in the night. She stopped a foot away from me and took a deep breath.
"Why her? Of all of the girls, why her?" She asked and though the tone was simple, I felt the accusation under it.
"I don't know." I honestly answered. I really didn't.
"You don't know." She answered back, her voice hitching on the last word.
Shit. I knew that hitch in her voice. Her bottom lip was quivering and she was rapidly blinking her eyes. Please, please, please don't cry. I thought. I still technically didn't know why it upset her so much, but for some reason at this moment it didn't matter. And yet, probably (definitely) because I'm an idiot, I kept talking.
"How was I supposed to know you'd get so bent out of it, Vic?" I asked, slightly harsher than I probably (again, definitely) should have.
"Because!" She answered, her sad expression quickly being replaced by a furious one. Awesome job Teddy, upset the part-Weasley, part-Veela. Perfect.
"Well, that's helpful." I said sarcastically.
"Because you knew she and I loathed each other. Because you and I were actually starting to get along. Because you danced with me at that stupid ball!" She shouted, but the last part came out through tears. She hastily wiped them away.
"Please don't cry," I said, stepping forward.
"Just go, Teddy." She said quietly, looking down at the floor. It wasn't a request, yet it wasn't fully a demand.
"I'm not going to leave you here." I told her but she shook her head, bringing it up to look at me. The moonlight shone through the large window and I could see the tears falling down her face.
"Please, please just go." She asked again. I sighed and, not knowing what else to do, I turned around and walked out.
I did not go back to the Gryffindor common room, but instead took a walk around the corridors, wondering what in Merlin's name just happened. After running the scene through my head a few times, I still hadn't figured out why she was so mad. So I snogged Daniellla, so what? Did being friends (?) with Victoire mean that I couldn't snog people she didn't approve of? I knew for a fact she had snogged Topher Hale last year, stupid Ravenclaw git, and I didn't go off and cry about that.
Even though I couldn't figure out why she was mad, I was pretty sure it was safe to assume that walking away was probably (definitely) not the right thing to do.
NEXT: Back to Vic's POV...and boy is she pissed!