Blue Haired Love: A Teddy and Victoire Fic

Chapter Two

Mrs. Weasley served the food on big trays. The food, of course, was delicious. Teddy sat with Harry and George. George was telling them how on Harry's 12th birthday he, Ron, and his brother, Fred rescued Harry from his Uncle Vernon's house in a flying car. George's tone was happy, but his voice broke twice. Teddy knew George's beloved twin brother was killed in the Battle of Hogwarts, the same battle that killed his parents; by the same people who killed Lily, James, and Sirius. He wasn't sure if he hated anyone more than Voldemort for ruining what could have been a happy family for Harry and for him. And it wasn't just this family he ruined; which only made him an even worse person.

Out of the corner of his eye, Teddy saw Victoire walking into the kitchen to put her plate back. She tripped over the doorway. When they are children Victoire couldn't stand on her own two feet. It got better as she got older, but her clumsiness became a cute quirk.

Go with her.

Slowly, he felt his confidence rising as he walked back into the kitchen. Victoire started doing the dishes to help Mrs. Weasley out. She didn't notice Teddy walk in. The soap had a particularly strong scent. Victoire sneezed, dropping a plate. Using all the Quidditch skills he possessed, Teddy swiftly caught the plate before it hit the ground. Relief promptly filled Victoire's face.

"Thanks," she said with a nervous laugh.

"Any time," Teddy put the dish back in the sink, "you should be out there with Harry, you know."

"Well, I figured Nan could use a bit of help, because she's going to have a lot of dishes to do once the party's over."

"You're all alone in here," Teddy said, trying to sound as suave as he possibly could, "aren't you lonely?"

"Who said I wanted company?" Victoire replied innocently.

Teddy made a vow that he would never, ever force himself on anyone. The women who raised him made it their business he grew up a feminist. Obviously, they couldn't take away his rebelliousness, but Teddy had never disrespected a girl in his life. Besides, sex with a girl who wasn't into it sounded awful. If she wasn't interested, Teddy understood. But a girl has never not shown interested in him.  But was Victoire saying no? Well, maybe she didn't want company, but what if she meant she didn't want his company? Teddy knew if he stayed against her will she would only like him even less, and he really wanted her to like him. But he couldn't get himself to leave. And she didn't necessarily said she didn't want company, she was only saying not to assume she did, right? Maybe he would try talking a little more before leaving.

Teddy took his wand out of his pocket and started twirling it in his fingers "How was France?"

"Wonderful," Victoire answered a bit stiffly, "Caught up with Mum's family, practiced my French, went shopping." Teddy's mind got a bit distracted.

"-went to museums, murdered my Uncle Julien,"

Teddy's attention shot back into his head.

"My eyes are up here, Lupin." She said in a voice similar to the sound if an eye roll could talk.

Shit, now she's really not going to like me.

"Well," Teddy shrugged, "I stayed in England. 'Spent quite a bit of time in Diagon Alley," he started twirling his want between his fingers, "I ran into lots of people from school. We had...fun...with my...wand."

Victoire narrowed her eyes; her eyebrows arched perfectly. "Your wand?"

"Yeah," Teddy smirked, "the one that can do magic." Teddy winked hypnotically.