The Birds and the Bears - Harry Potter Fanfic.

Chapter Eleven. Burning and Broom Closets.

Chapter Eleven. Burning and Broom Closets.

Victiore's P.O.V.

The first week back at school I only see Teddy at breakfast, and in the library occasionally. His N.E.W.Ts are approaching with alarming speed and he is studying so hard that his eyes are bloodshot. Teddy wants to get hired by the 'Establishment for Magical Equality Liberation and Freedom (E.M.E.L.F.)' and follow in the footsteps of his father, fighting for werewolf rights. My aunty Hermione started the organisation after the Second Wizarding War. She wanted to make sure all magical beings had equal right, wether they be centaurs, house elves or goblins. However, to join E.M.E.L.F Teddy's got to have top marks, thus my not getting to enjoy his company as much as I would like.

At breakfast on Wednesday Teddy follows our routine and starts braiding my hair. The obnoxious stuff is so long now it would drag behind me in a train if I let it. Teddy's fingers feel nice against the back of my neck, and warm shivers tinkle down my spine. Sappily I think about how complete I feel when he is around. The sensation of a hot shock starts at my heart and travels through me directly into the spot where Teddy's hands contact my skin. "Bloody hell!" Teddy exclaims. I spin round to find him blushing furiously, looking stunned down at his apparently unharmed fingers, his hair is bright magenta. "Are you ok? I'm not really sure what happened." I say. Teddy stops looking at his hands, looks at me, then glances mortified at his lap. "I gotta go." He blurts, before picking up his school bag, holding it at his waist, and sprinting from the hall. Teddy's friend Will is sitting across from me and he looks just as baffled as I. Murmuring a quick goodbye, I run after Teddy, leaving the Griffindor table.

I can't find hide nor hair of him. "Hommonum revelio." I murmur. The swooping touch of the spell travels down my arm to my wand and into the surrounding hall way. I feel several presences nearby, through the magic, but a certain electric tingle identifies one of the beings as Teddy. I approach the broom cupboard where he is presumably hiding and knock. 

"Teddy? You wanna let me in?" I hear him groan frustratedly, but he does open the door. "Are you alright? You scarpered away from the Great Hall faster than a hippogriff with a doxy bite." He is sitting on an old bucket, his school bag on his lap and his hair resolutely pink. "M'fine, Vic... You might want to tell me what and why you did that thing to me at breakfast Vic. Why in Merlin's name would you want this," he gesticulates towards his lap, "to happen in front of all those people?" I am thoroughly confused and ask "What thing?" He looks surprised, "I touched you and you... you zapped me sorta. I thought it was on purpose." I am astonished,"I zapped you? I certainly didn't mean to. You were just touching my neck, and it felt lovely, then I kind of got all ... well," My sentence peters of and my shyness latches on with a vengeance. "I made you feel tingly?" Teddy is grinning, his handsome face bright. 

What I do next is so out of the blue that I surprise us both. Moments ago we were sitting on buckets in a dusty broom closet having an embarrassing and confusing discussion and now I am snogging the life out of Teddy. After his initial shocked unresponsiveness he reacts so enthusiastically that he lifts me right of my bucket and into his lap. His satchel is knocked to the floor and I am naively baffled by the delicious sensations caused by our intimate contact. Everything is so hot, unfamiliar and exciting. His large hands spanning my back, tangled in the silver waterfall of half braided hair. My mind is blank of anything but him, Teddy. My hands are wrapped around his waist, touching his chest, encircling his neck.

A scorching shock sensation runs through me, like last time this one seems to originate in my heart then travel outwards to all the points of skin contact between me and Teddy. Except this time it is much more powerful. Teddy groans loudly, then pulls away from our kiss. His voice is a bit hoarse as he says "You did it again, Vic. That zappy thing." "I did?" Experimentally I reach out my finger and touch it to Teddy's exposed neck, concentrating on the memory of the shocking feeling. Immediately it tinkles pleasantly down my arm and into Teddy, causing him to moan quietly and bite his lip. "Blimey ..." he whispers, "Do that again Vic." I comply, this time laying my whole palm on his skin. He curses softly before crushing his lips against mine.