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You Belong With Me by LindaSnape
Chapter 1 : You Belong With Me
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You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

Victoire couldn’t imagine a world where it wasn’t just her and Teddy. They had been best friends ever since she was five and he was six. Yet now the sixth year Hufflepuff watched from afar as Marcella Hendricks stole him away from her. She didn’t know what he could see in a girl like that. Sure, Marcella was pretty, but she wasn’t very nice. From what Vic knew of Teddy, she knew that he was a very kind person. It just didn’t seem as if those two would click very well together, and yet they were hand-in-hand.

It just didn’t seem to make any sense. After all, just a month ago Marcella was dating Lysander Scamander. His heart seemed to lay in ruins after the older girl had smashed it to smithereens. However, the fifteen year old seemed fine now that he had the comfort of her younger sister; Dominique. It was a pity that Marcella wasn’t a horrid person. Sure, she could be mean snobbish, but she wasn’t, at all, the villain that people made out the other girl ‘would be’.

She wasn’t an ugly or odious ogre or troll. She wasn’t mean to everyone. She wasn’t stupid. She just had an impeccable fashion sense and was a tad too arrogant for Victoire’s liking. Yet everyone had short comings and Victoire couldn’t hate der Marcy no matter how much she wanted to. She just wondered what Teddy saw in Marcella.

They seemed to be constantly bickering over something. Teddy had a strange sense of humor, sometimes, that took some time to appreciate. Other times his jokes were quite sane. It just depended on his mood, but Marcella didn’t seem to appreciate Teddy’s comedy. She would always complain about his jokes and go off on something he said because she took it as an insult rather than a joke.

Victoire watched this all. All the while, she wished she could intervene. Yet what right did she have to destroy their happiness? Well, Marcella’s, anyway. . .

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do

Marcella had only met Teddy at Hogwarts. She didn’t know Teddy the way that Victoire did. So Vic found it quite infuriating when Marcy decided that she knew everything about him. No, she didn’t, and she would never understand his story the way that Victoire would. She knew where he came from and that his quirky sense of humor came from his dead mother.

She remembered when Marcella had mistakenly asked a question about Teddy’s parents. She insisted that she forgot that they were dead. It must have been convenient for her to forget such a fact. Victoire would have never been that insensitive. Sure, it may have been an innocent enough mistake for a stranger, but Victoire didn’t think the deaths of Remus and Nymphadora Lupin were that unheard of. Then again, maybe Marcella wasn’t as well versed in her history as she should have been. She was constantly asking for Victoire’s help on the subject.

Victoire grudgingly helped her. She was too nice a person to say no, and she thought it may give her an opportunity to espy her best friend, Teddy. She didn’t know how he could be so oblivious to her crush. Was she that invisible to him? She really thought that her parents genes made it impossible for her to be looked over, but perhaps it was hubris to think that someone would observe her simply because she was pretty. After all, she wasn’t the only attractive person in the universe.

Still, she did think she was a wee bit more attractive, at the very least, than the dark haired Marcella whom puckered her lips like a goldfish. Victoire’s lips never looked like a fishes. She would know, too. For she spent painstaking hours in front of the mirror, making sure that never happened. She didn’t want to have that commonality with Marcella.

Though, she was lucky. She didn’t think her genes would permit her to make a face like that. Bill and Fleur never made faces that echoed that rather frightening look of Marcy’s.

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Yet maybe it was the way that she dressed that got her picked over. She wore t-shirts and jeans when she wasn’t in her usual Hogwarts garb while Marcella dressed in short skirts and tank tops. Victoire preferred only to wear eye shadow, eye liner, and mascara if she wore any make-up, at all. Marcella wore gobs of make-up, sometimes, quite outrageous colourings, too. Like the time she wore bright orange and aqua together. Victoire had winced, but Marcy’s friends told her that she looked fabulous. She didn’t understand how anyone could be deemed as looking fabulous with make-up faux paus like that, but that was their business. They were entitled to their own opinions no matter how wrong and foolish they may have been in Vic’s eyes.

Not to mention, Marcy had the lungs of a champion. If Hogwarts had a Cheer Squad, Marcella would have been the captain whilst Victoire blended into the bleachers. She had never liked Quidditch, but she came to the games to support Teddy and her cousins. She didn’t understand what was so entertaining about throwing balls around and catching snitches, but she did her best to pay attention to what was going on. She tended to daydream during the games, but she honed on when Teddy was doing something.

She wondered if Marcella knew how she felt about Teddy. Victoire thought it was painstakingly obvious, but Teddy seemed oblivious. Yet if Marcy knew, she wasn’t letting on that she did. She always clutched Teddy’s hand when any girl walked by, not just Victoire. Sometimes, however, it seemed like Marcella was doing this simply to rub it into Victoire’s face. Maybe she was simply being paranoid.

Fleur had told her that she fretted too much. Bill insisted that she was like her Uncle Percy or Aunt Hermione when she worried, but she couldn’t help it. She just didn’t want people to think the worst of her. She knew that it was impossible to please everyone, but Victoire had always been a people pleaser. She was the Teacher’s Pet because she was quiet and intelligent, always handing her homework in on time, and reporting the students that she saw misbehaving in the hallways.

This, however, had won her some foes. She couldn’t help it, though. She was a good person, she wouldn’t be a morally horrible person simply to gain the friendship of a few misbehaving students.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You, you belong with me, you belong with me

She didn’t understand what Marcella had that she didn’t. Other than a million fair weather friends, an expensive wardrobe, and horrid taste in make-up. She was just as pretty, just as intelligent if not more so, just as hardworking. So what was it that made her more appealing than Vic? Well, maybe she didn’t worry so much. Teddy had told her once that her incessant worrying was a bit annoying, but he loved her anyway. He had been grinning when he had said that, but she wondered if her fretting didn’t act as an irritant, driving a wedge between her and her best friend.

She hoped not, yet sometimes that seemed to be the case. She hated it when she and Teddy fought. She had never been the type of girl that fought about anything of her own accord, but she thought she ought to fight for him. Otherwise, he might not know how she felt about him. If she lost him forever to Marcy without even so much as a protest, she knew that she would forever regret it.

She had been by his side forever in their youth and she wanted to be there again in the future. Again and again. Forever. One day she hoped to be his beautiful and blushing bride. The girl that he drew into his arms every night and kissed. The girl who could pull him into the pouring rain and whom he loved so much he would dance with anyway despite his displeasure of his hair getting wet.

She wanted to know why it couldn’t be her standing beside him. She wanted to know why it wasn’t her hand clasped in his. If it was the fact that she worried too much, she would work on that. If it was the fact that she dressed too plainly, she would work on that, too. Merlin, if it was because she liked country music rather than rock, she would find a rock band that she liked. She just wanted to know why it seemed that Marcella’s dreams were coming true and hers weren’t.

It just didn’t seem to make sense, in addition to not being fair. She knew that life didn’t work out the way she wanted it to, always, but she needed Teddy. He was the perfect aphrodisiac.
Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?

She liked it when they walked together simply talking about everything and anything on her mind. There weren’t pregnant or awkward pauses should there be any brief second in which they weren’t talking. They were comfortable enough in the presence of the other that they could be themselves without worrying what other people thought. She didn’t think that this was the case when he was with Marcella.

When they sat on park benches, laughing at nothing at all, she found it was so easy to be alive. She found that the world seemed so much more full of light and grandeur. That lady fate was a bit more fairer than she usually was. That nothing in the world could destroy their bond. That they were invincible.

She couldn’t help but think that this was the way it should be. It should be him and her. Together forever. It would make so much more sense.

Then again, life didn’t always make sense, either. That was demonstrated by the fact that her cousin Lily ended up snogging her worst enemy Scorpius Malfoy for no apparent reason. Then they started dating. It was odd. Not to mention, Rose going after Hugo’s best friend Evander Thomas had taken her by surprise. . .

Teddy had the most charming of smiles. However, she hadn’t seen it in a long time. Usually it was nothing but frowns, scowls, and irritated nods. He kept looking at Victoire as if asking her to save him, but she wasn’t sure how. How was she supposed to get him out of the clutches of the nefarious Marcella?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Evil only in the sense she had stolen Teddy from her. She didn’t understand how it had happened or how to fix it. It just didn’t seem right that Marcy could steal Teddy’s light away from the whole world. Marcella didn’t seem to appreciate what she had and that infuriated Victoire. Vic knew enough to appreciate the man that was Theodore Remus Lupin. She only wished that he could appreciate her, half as much.

That would make her the happiest woman in the world. She knew that it was her purpose to be Mrs. Victoire Apolline Lupin. So why didn’t Teddy know that yet? Could he escape the reality that she was better for him than anyone else in this world? She really didn’t think so. Yet he seemed determined to do so. It aggravated her to no end, but she wouldn’t give up. No, he was too important to be given up.

She looked up from her thoughts when Marcella stomped staunchly by in her high heels, nearly tripping in the grass. Victoire lifted her book to her lips, to hide the fact she was laughing. Yes, she was the Hufflepuff that was apparently ‘stupid’ when Marcy could barely stand on two feet. Sometimes, simplicity was best.

At least she wasn’t fumbling about in high heels. Her trainers gripped the grass in such a way that she wouldn’t fall. Then again, she was rather pixie like. She did enjoy seeming to amaze people with her ability to flow into a room like water into a gaping chasm. Gently yet firmly. Marcella was going to barrel into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, at this rate.

But it served her right.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Victorie had always been there for Teddy, and Vic knew she would be there in a heartbeat should he need her, but she didn’t think he ever would at this rate. He was with Marcella. There seemed to be few voids that she needed to fill, at this rate. All she knew was that she loved him in a way that Marcella couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Yet Marcella wasn’t a monster, no matter how much Victoire wanted to paint her into one. She was a human being with thoughts and feelings, fears and triumph. It made her think that all those stuffy romances that Fleur had shoved down her throat as a child were lies. Sometimes you fell for someone and they were with someone else. That didn’t mean that Marcella was the villain. Maybe it was Vic that was the vile one. For wishing she could be with someone that was already taken.

All she was certain of was that she loved Teddy and that he wasn’t with her. She thought that was the biggest shame in the world. Wasn’t it obvious that Teddy belonged with her? Not the beautiful Marcella with her dark curls and long lashes. Victoire’s lashes were long, too, even if they were pale blonde. . .

The fact of the matter was that she had always been there. Why couldn’t Teddy see that he needed her, and not Marcella? It hurt her so much to think that she could be replaced by a girl that had forgotten that Teddy’s parents were dead. It seemed cruel and heartless of cupid to put her in this position and rend her quite useless. She felt like cursing Aphrodite, but what good would that do? It wasn’t as if she were real, and if she were that would just worsen her chances for love, not improve them.

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

She wanted to stand at Andromeda’s back door and wait for him like she used to, when he had been single. She wanted to sneak into the Ravenclaw Commons with him, just to see if anyone noticed she wasn’t supposed to be there. Yet she knew that was quite impossible now. Marcella was a Ravenclaw and she would notice.

Not to mention, she was popular. Despite Victoire’s unmistakable beauty, she was a social outcast. Her cousins talked to her, but she had few friends outside of family and Teddy. She thought that was what made this a bit more painful.

If she had someone else’s shoulder to cry on, she might fall for him. Yet she had no one like that. All she had was Teddy and Teddy was gone. He was off comforting Marcella or kissing her. He was off making her bliss and dreams come true, while Victoire laid neglected in the labyrinth of her own painful thoughts and memories. Vic wanted her dreams. To hell with Marcella. She was no wench, but she didn’t deserve Teddy, either.

She needed a life boat, but she didn’t think one would be afforded her. She wanted to see Teddy alone, to prove that she was the one for him, but she knew that would be difficult. She didn’t think that were possible. Marcella was always wound tightly around his wrist, and she didn’t think she was going to be able to muscle her way in-between them without rousing suspicion on one of their behalf’s.

Damn politics!

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

Honestly, how blind could Teddy be?

A girl like Marcella needed to be dangling off the arm of someone like Tiberius Wood or Valerie Finnigan to be happy. Because they were popular, immature, and snobbish. They fit together like paper and glue whereas Marcy and Teddy fit together like wood chips and a saw. Not, at all.

Yet if it were his inclination to be so blind, there was really nothing she could do to stop it. She thought that he must know that he belonged with her. Why was he denying it? Did she need to brush her teeth more? Was she not as fun as she used to be?

She would have asked Dominique, but her sister would simply roll her eyes and state that if Teddy was happy she should move on. Maybe she ought to, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to be there in Marcy’s stead. She didn’t like that Marcella could be with him, poisoning the qualities of Teddy that drew her to him in the first place. She couldn’t allow Teddy to become like every other popular guy in Hogwarts.

She liked him for his individuality and his common sense. She liked his humor and the way his hair could change into five different colours in the course of a day if he let his hair run rampant without controlling it. She liked that.

Other people simply liked that so they could manipulate him into becoming other people for them. She liked it because it was part of him. It was the way that he was, and she wouldn’t change a thing about him.

Well, perhaps, she would make him a bit more attentive to his surroundings and to her. Other than that, she would leave him the same. She liked his holey jeans and his tight fitting tees. She hated that Macella had him prancing about in suits and fancy shoes like her show dog when they were on vacations from Hogwarts or not in class. It didn’t seem right, and she could tell that he was uncomfortable.

She simply hoped that Marcella hadn’t changed more about him than his clothing choices. If she had, Victoire didn’t know if she would love him as much as she always had.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me

“Victoire,” he said simply, dragging her away from her painted memories. They were fleeting and fled like ghosts, and she hoped that he had a good reason for speaking to her. If it was the engagement of himself to Marcella, she would scream bloody murder. “Marcella and I are through. I’m sorry it took me so long to notice.”

“Notice what?”

He simply tilted her chin up and kissed her. Victoire thought she might have been the happiest girl in the world.

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