Chapter 1 : Chapter 1
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I, Victoire Weasley, have begun to stare at Teddy Weasley. And not only that, but Emma won’t shut up about it. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? It isn’t like I like him or anything. I just have an appreciation for his cheekbones, and his arms and the little freckle just next to his left eyebrow.
It’s perfectly normal, right? To compare every boy I meet to Teddy. I mean, he’s like a brother to me. I’ve known him my whole life. It’s normal that he would be the guy that the others measure up to. Half the time they’re not as sweet or as funny as him, but I’m sure I’ll find someone I like soon. Someone who respects me like Teddy does, who makes me feel as safe and warm as he does when he hugs me.
Emma Tantay, my supposed best friend, is convinced that we are ‘meant to be’ or some bullocks like that. Honestly, we don’t spend that much time together. We just eat breakfast together and hang out during breaks and weeknights. And we go to Hogsmeade together. But again, that’s perfectly normal. Teddy is one of my closest friends. He’s family. So it’s ridiculous that she would even consider the idea that I would be interested in him. He’s just a friend. Well, an incredibly close friend.
Teddy and I had our first fight last week. Teddy had taken it upon himself to threaten Nigel Burrows, the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Word around school was that he was going to ask me out. So Teddy had confronted him in the Great Hall, and Nigel hasn’t even looked at me since then. I told Teddy to sod off, and he told me that I was being an ungrateful twat. Following this was lots of yelling. And snogging, but that doesn’t mean anything. We’re teenagers; of course our hormones are going to run rampant. It isn’t like we can control them. Teddy and I agreed not to speak of the event ever again. It didn’t mean anything, after all.
So yeah, I stare at my friend Teddy sometimes. I stare at his lips, and hazel eyes, and electric blue hair. It doesn’t mean anything. We’re just kids, and there’s no way you can find your soul mate when you’re sixteen, is there?
The weird thing is, Teddy has begun to stare back. And when he does, I can feel the memory of his touch on my skin, as warm and insubstantial as sunlight.
But the weirdest thing, even more strange than the staring, is our conversation yesterday. Teddy came up to me in the Gryffindor Common room and told me he was in love with me. He kissed me, lips firm, arms holding me up so I wouldn’t fall (my knees had inexplicably gone weak). And I kissed him back.
We’re dating now. He held my hand at breakfast.
But I’m not in love with him or anything. That feeling so close to my heart, it can’t be love. There’s no way. Right?
A/N: Blissfully ignorant Victoire :D I hope you guys enjoyed, despite the length. I'd love a review if you have the time :) Thanks for reading!
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