Chapter 3 : Shell Cottage
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“Hey,” he said, inviting me to join him under the Afghan.
“Hi,” I replied, politely accepting his gesture. He wrapped his arm and the soft blanket around my shoulders and scooted me closer to him. Everything was quiet for a while... but not like the terrible silence I had been accustomed to in the recent weeks. Just a soft, cool, peaceful quiet.
"So, are you enjoying Shell Cottage?" Teddy asked.
"Oh, yes. It's wonderful here..." I took a deep breath, inviting the salty air to fill my lungs. "I'm so lucky to have your family in my life." I looked up at him, the corners of his mouth barely moving as he smiled faintly. "I just mean that you've all been so kind to me... Hermione inviting be to the Burrow almost every summer, Harry and Ginny giving me Season Passes to watch all of Holyhead's home games, Molly Weasley making me that incredibly comfy sweater, and now being here with you, and James, and your cousins. You guys have just always treated me like family, and have always welcomed me with open arms. I will be eternally grateful for it all - for everything that your family has done for me. Especially in these past few weeks. It's not everyday that you meet a group of people who change your life forever."
"It's no big thing, Violet. We love you and enjoy having you around... especially James." He said, playfully jabbing his elbow into my side. I tried not to giggle.
"Did you know that the last week of school, he actually tried to kiss me?"
Teddy's eyes got wide, but I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or if he was genuinely shocked by my statement. "What?! What do you mean he tried?!" He laughed, and prodded me to answer.
"Well, at that particular time in my life, I had a crush on this one guy - Teddy Lupin. You may have heard of him." He laughed again as I continued, trying not to laugh at myself. "Anyways, I really liked this guy, so I didn't want to ruin my chances with him by kissing someone else. But about a week later, I realized that this Teddy guy was in love. Like, head over heels, madly in love with the most beautiful girl... named Victoire Weasley." I looked over to him, his hair now a pretty pastel pink, and his mouth turning into a smile that could cure any broken heart.
"I do," he said grinning, his cheeks turning a bit rosy. "I love her so much." He stood up, throwing the Afghan off our shoulders and pumped his fists into the air. "I love Victoire Weasley! I love love love love love her!!!!" He was embarrassing himself, but I could tell that he didn't care. He really did love her, and you couldn't blame him really. Her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair came to the small of her back when she wore it down, her eyes were bright blue, and her lips delightfully plump. She was charming, and funny, and extremely smart, inheriting her Uncle Charlie's love of dragons and Magizoology - she was just the total package, really.
I remembered back to when I first saw Teddy kiss her... the day after my mother's funeral, and I knew then, seeing him be so affectionate with her, that he was in love, and that I could never, ever take that kind of love away from somebody. Teddy ran around the beach, loudly chanting until the two of us could no longer breathe. We were both uncontrollably laughing; Teddy bent over, tears streaming from his eyes, and my cheeks, which were now completely numb from the permanent smile etched upon my face. We fell onto the sand once more, faces gazing into the now starry sky, the orange Afghan tucked beneath us.
Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I started to cry. Not tears of joy like the ones Teddy had been shedding only a few moments before, but tears of terrible pain. For a brief moment, Teddy had managed to take my mind off things, but I was being drawn back into reality, fast. My mother was gone, and my father a total, emotional wreck. I couldn't talk to him like I had once been able to. I couldn't hug him like I had once been able to. He pushed me away, either with his words or with his hands, and now I couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him. His depression was making me depressed, and I think Hermione could tell; that's why she had invited me to stay at Shell Cottage with her family. She knew that I needed to get away. But no matter how far I traveled, I couldn't escape the pain of losing both of my parents; my mother to an incurable disease, and my father to his own broken heart.
Teddy pulled me close to him as I cried into his chest, when his soft lips pressed gently against my forehead. "I'm so sorry, Vi. I'm so, so sorry."
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