Potters And The Next Generation

A Relationship Found and Lost

Teddy

The next day, I woke up earlier than everyone, even Lil, and headed down to the basement after freshening up for a cup of coffee. Sienne had said that I'd receive the results for the DNA on the hair after Christmas, which meant that today, I had to wait it out. Good thing it was Christmas, so I didn't have to think too hard on it.

I was just stretching out after finishing my cup when the chimney burst, and through the ashes, I found a figure coughing behind bars. The unexpected company, however. I lifted the barricade, and Victoire walked out in her black jeans and white top with a grey jacket on top. Domique was right behind her, dressed in pants and a blue jumper. Both ladies had their golden manes tied in braids. While Victoriee held a silver dish, covered in foil, Domique was holding a brown bag.

"Vic, Domi, what are you guys doing here so early?"

"Oh, Aunt Ginny invited us to help out."

"She invited you two?" I eyed them curiously.

"Mhmm. Now, I have to go bug Lil." Domique scrammed out as fast as possible, and I blinked with a bitten lip. Victoire didn't say anything and placed the dish on the table.

"Is she still asleep? Aunt Ginny?"

I nodded.

"It is only six thirty Vic."

She nodded and went for a cup. Pouring herself some coffee and sipped at the bitter black liquid.

"Merry Christmas, Vic." I gulped, and she looked up from the cup, leaning beside the sink a few feet away from me.

"Merry Christmas." She nodded, putting the cup aside, turning to the cabins. Frustrated at her cold attitude, I moved to her and took her arm. She gasped when I turned her around to me aggressively. However, my anger drained the moment her face came to my sight again.

"Will you never forgive me?" I gulped.

"I've been fawning over you for years, Teddy. And then you broke my heart. I can't stop hating you till that part of me doesn't either. Because I hate the part of me that loves you still, and as long as that exists, I can't help but hate you."

I froze.

"You... you still love me?"

Her cheeks turned red, and she looked away. Her attempt to free her arm kicked in, but I was too stunned to let anything change till I could absorb what she'd said. She'd almost managed her arm away when I took my charge without caring about the consequences.

I took her in a kiss.

She froze instantly, and I could only taste solid, unmoving, cold lips. I kissed her warmly again, and this time, her lips moved, turning soft in a slide from refrained to loose and passionate. A moaning breath came out of her, and I sat her on the dinner table before sliding between her legs, never leaving her lips during doing so. Her hands came into my hair and fisted many locks into a tight hold that, at the beginning, used to hurt but now just only stirred me up more. I held the back of her neck with one hand and squeezed her thigh with the other. When my claw tightened on her flesh, she reacted.

"Ted..." She gasped against my mouth, but I caught her again. Her hands roamed in my hair and around my back. I pushed off her cardigan, and she gasped as she came off, revealing her sleeveless tank top. I moved from her jaw down in her neck, enjoying how perfectly she smelled of cinnamon bun, and the scent was strong enough to make me feel as if she tasted the same as well. Her head dropped back as I kissed the hollow of her throat.

Her cold nails tugged at the hem of my sweater, and I threw it off on the floor. She groaned with a claw in my hair, but the way she threw her head back made me push her back on the table and pull the neckline of her shirt, revealing her beautiful chest. She draped an arm on her face but kept a hand on my neck, allowing me to dig in. I bit at the soft skin on her breast, making her body arch and her breast fit better in between my teeth.