Harry Potter One Shots

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Things you need to know:

1. This is a muggle au 

2. Just because Teddy dresses femininely doesn't mean he's gay!

3. I gave Victoire Fleur's last name bc I reckon Fleur would've liked that

4. I really hope you enjoy this :)

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Victoire Delacour stepped onto the ice, gripping the wall of the ice rink for a moment before pushing off. She glided smoothly and gracefully, expertly weaving between groups of people, her cheeks tinted pink with the cold.

Ever since she was a little girl, she had loved ice skating, loved the cold air biting at her skin, the feeling of freedom that overcame her when she pushed herself to go just that little bit faster, and the way that when she leapt through the air, she just knew that she was flying. Now, she was smiling softly to herself, pushing her plaits behind her shoulders whenever they tickled her face, and doing little twirls every now and then.

After an hour or so of skating, Victoire took a bathroom break, and when she came back there was someone new on the ice. He caught her eye immediately. With his lithe arms flung out behind him as he leapt, his long body bending in every direction as he spun, it was hard not to stare. But what made Victoire unable to take her eyes of him was his hair; a brilliant azure blue contrasting with the stark whiteness of the ice he stood upon. Teddy Lupin. As she watched, he stumbled after a particularly difficult turn but a moment later he caught his balance again and took off around the rink, chuckling quietly to himself at his mistake. Teddy slid easily across the ice, like butter on a hot pan, and before Victoire knew what was happening he skidded to a halt right in front of her, his black leather skates spraying ice shavings onto her legs.

"Hey, Vic," Teddy said with a grin that left Victoire a blushing, stuttering mess.

"H- Hi, Teddy."

Suddenly Victoire was all too conscious of the way her grey tights clung to her skin, and how sloppy the old grey hoody she'd borrowed from her younger brother must have looked. In grey and grey, she was monochrome compared to Teddy with his colourful hair, warm yellow T-shirt and black skinny skinny jeans embroidered with red flowers down each of the legs.

"I didn't know you could skate," Teddy said.

"Oh, I can't," Victoire replied, unsure of why she was lying, "This is my first time."

Teddy's eyes, which were a blue as bright as his hair, skimmed over her legs, which were straight and steady on the ice, and her hands, which hung loosely by her sides.

"In that case, would you like a hand?" He held out his left one, which was slim and tanned, with prominent knuckles.

"We'll go slow to start with," he said, pulling her along beside him.

She tried to make it look as though she was nervous because it was her "first time" skating, and not because she was holding the hand of the cutest boy she knew.

They skated in silence for a few minutes, but to Victoire's surprise, it wasn't awkward at all. She glanced over at Teddy every few seconds, and each time he caught her eye, he smiled wider and she blushed deeper.

"How long have you been skating?" Victoire asked after the third time this had happened.

"Since I was eight years old."

"Really? Me to- I mean, I wish I'd been skating that long."

Teddy bit back a laugh.

"Come on, faster," he urged, gliding wider and more quickly.

Victoire matched him, gripping his hand more tightly. Suddenly, he turned on the spot and, holding the arm that was holding her hand high above their heads, twirled her around. She let out a gasp of surprise and curled her other arm in close to her body, spinning once, twice, three times before coming to a stop. She realised too late that most first-time skaters wouldn't be able to accomplish that, so thinking on her feet she dropped Teddy's hand and pretended to fall into him.

"Ow!" He exclaimed as the blade of her skate caught his leg.

Victoire stuttered a thousand apologies, and Teddy started to laugh, his breath hot on her face. It was then that she realised her arms were still around his neck from when she had "fallen", and his arms were wrapped tightly around his waist from when he'd caught her.

"Well, Victoire, you're terrible at fake-falling, but I can't deny you're a talented skater," Teddy said, looking down into her eyes.

"Do girls often "fake-fall" for you?" She questioned, immensely glad he wasn't mad at her.

"All the time," he said with a wink, gently removing her arms from around him and taking her hand once more.

They began skating again, and this time it was Teddy who looked over at an embarrassed Victoire every few seconds, and smiled a little more widely every time she caught his eye.

It was only once they had stepped off the ice and were about to unlace their skates that Victoire realised that, even though he knew she could skate perfectly well on her own, Teddy had held her hand the entire time.

A/N

I started writing this ages ago in History class when I was bored, and today I'm at home sick so I was reading through it, realised how boring it was and rewrote the whole thing, which hopefully made it a lot less boring.

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