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Victoire had always been a hopeless romantic. There was only one thing that mattered to her: love. She spent the biggest part of her life searching for the love of her life already, someone who swept her off her feet the first time they set eyes on each other. And she was only seventeen now.

How I know this, you ask? It's because I know Victoire; I have known her for almost my entire life. I won't say we really grew up together, since that might imply that we lived next door to each other and were the best of friends. Victoire and I never lived that close to each other (except at Hogwarts, of course) and we had always been mere acquaintances, at least until her eleventh birthday and she wouldn't stop asking me about Hogwarts.

The only other girl who had ever asked me that many questions was Lily. And she was, at that time, only three years old, so she didn't really count. Besides, Lily was like my sister, and Victoire obviously wasn't. And yet, most of the time I spent at the Potter's house, she was there as well. To this date, I have no idea why they did that. Probably because I was the only sort-of-family-member there was around her age. None of the adults seemed to pay attention to the fact that we'd usually ignore each other the entire time.

Even in kindergarten, Victoire had always been dreaming about love. About how she would give up everything she had to live in one of the fairy tales her mother told her before she went to sleep at night. I once heard her mother tell Ginny that, in case you might be wondering. I was less than pleased when Victoire, at age nine, was in a phase that apparently required her to follow me around everywhere, asking me if I could be her prince on a white horse.

Oh, if only we had known better then.

Needless to say, I declined, perhaps not so politely. It didn't stop her from following me around. And that didn't stop me from pestering her whenever I had the opportunity to. I guess I wasn't always the nice and well-behaving kid my grandmother thought I was.

But years had passed since then and Victoire had dated countless boys in order to find her on true love. She hadn't found him yet, she'd always say. If she would have found him, then why did she find her heart broken every time one of those blokes turned out to be just the same as the last one? They thought it would make them look cool, having a beautiful girl by their side, and even more so when her last name was Weasley. They never cared much for her feelings and of course, I'm being quite a hypocrite for saying that, because I didn't either, when I was ten.

And now that I did care about her feelings, Victoire didn't care about mine. Apparently, she was content enough, wasting time looking for love. I guess I might have deserved that. Now that I would be more than pleased to be her prince on a white horse, she didn't want me to be that bloke. I have no idea how it came to be like this, but it did. Although I'm not following her around everywhere, I feel that I now know how she felt all those years ago, and still did on a regular basis. It hurts. Now that I was ready to sweep her off her feet, she preferred to keep her feet on the ground.

But that's karma for you. What goes around, comes around.

I'll just hope that one day, Victoire will stop wasting her time and find the love of her life, and hopefully, she'll realise that that's me.

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