This my first ever fan fiction and i've only been reading fan fiction for a few weeks so this may be rubbish. If so tell me, if it's good also tell me. :) This is primarily about Teddy Lupin but there are lots of other characters involved in the main plot most of which appear in the epilogue of DH (if you catch my drift...)

Obviously Deathly Hallows Spoilers!

Disclaimer: I dont own harry potter. ok?

Chapter One:

"Victoire!"

"What?" said Victoire Weasley innocently.

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

Teddy Lupin glared at her, his hair flashed red for a moment before turning back to its normal turquoise colour. "You know what you're doing!"

Victoire smirked and tucked a rogue strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear, before leaning closer to the young man who sat on the opposite side of her study desk. "I have no idea what you're talking about Theodore."

"Yes you do, I know you do," Teddy hissed, staring at her intently hoping she wouldn't break eye contact.

Victoire screamed gleefully and stood up suddenly. "I knew it, I knew it, nobody believed me but I knew it and now I have proof!"

"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Teddy looking up at the fifteen year old girl, bemused.

"You're a legilimens!" cried Victoire proudly.

"Don't be silly, I'm seventeen," said Teddy quickly, tidying his fifth year potions notes rather clumsily. Unfortunately, he knocked over the sheets, a small sign of his nervousness.

"How else would you have known I was purposely stroking your knee?" demanded Victoire who was now patrolling the desk in her room like a muggle detective.

"I don't think you need to be a legilimens to work that one out," said Teddy derisively. "Now sit down and do this charms question or I'll tell your father," he added menacingly.

Victoire snorted at the threat and didn't sit down. "Tell him what you want, Teddy, I couldn't care less. How dare he make you tutor me! He thinks I'm thick."

"No he doesn't," said Teddy warily, "He just wants you do your best in your O.W.L.S. We all know you're an underachiever. You just have to apply yourself. There's a very big brain under the pretty hair Victoire." He smiled at her as sweetly as he could manage without straining a muscle.

"Merlin Teddy, you can you can be so condescending!" snapped Victoire, sitting down suddenly. "You think you're so much better than everyone else, but you're not; you're just a kid like me. Just because you got a billion outstandings in your O.W.L.S, you think you have right to lecture me, well let me tell you something Teddy Remus Lupin," she said sticking her wand into his chest with fury and dropping her voice to a whisper. "You can't."

They stared at each other for a full minute. Teddy stared into her hazel ones half furious, half something else he couldn't quite pinpoint; and Victoire stared into his light brown ones, looking for anything of the little boy she'd once known, all those years ago, not the stuck up, known it all prat, he had grown up to be. Before she knew what was happening his lips brushed hers. It was over in a second and she watched Teddy recoil in horror, away from the desk.

"Y-you…" before Victoire could stammer out a response, Teddy had disarmed and placed a silencing spell on her. She tried to fight it but it was no use, she couldn't speak.

Across the room from her Teddy stood, eyes closed, breathing quickly and running his hand through his turquoise hair. He had just kissed Victoire Weasley. The words swam across his head like a shark ready to attack. He had just kissed Fleur and Bill's daughter. He'd just kissed a smart-mouthed fifteen year old who was he was supposed to treat like a sister. Images of his Godfather's horrified face exploded before his eyes. Victoire was his niece. Teddy was his godson. Was it wrong? Probably not, then why did he suddenly feel like throwing up?

"Teddy…" Teddy snapped out of his reverie. Victoire had fought off the silencing spell and was glaring at him. "You kissed me!" she yelled.

"Announce it to the world why don't you?" Teddy hissed, silently casting "muffliato" around the room.

"When did you learn non-verbals?"

"Around the time I learnt legilimency," said Teddy sarcastically. There was a long silence. Neither teenager looked at each other. Teddy resumed clearing up the potions and charm notes he had brought to Shell cottage to help Victoire. Meanwhile Victoire sat on her bed, fiddling with her curls and biting her lip. "Why…why did you do it?" she asked tentatively.

"I don't know," mumbled Teddy. He tripped over his bag and Victoire had to suppress a giggle before opening her mouth again. "I liked it."

There was another awkward silence and Teddy cleared his throat. "I liked it too, but," he added in his most mature voice, seeing the smile on Victoire face, "We both know it isn't going to work."

"Why not?" cried Victoire standing up suddenly "Aren't I good enough for lord teddy?"

"Of course!" said Teddy indignantly, "You're the prettiest girl I know, and you know that. But you are also a close family friend."

"Believe me Teddy; we are not that close anymore. You've hardly spoken to me since you started Hogwarts and when you do it's only because none of your friends are around," snapped Victoire bitterly.

"Still I don't want to hurt you, you're only fifteen."

"I'm almost sixteen!" squealed Victoire, coming closer to Teddy. He was a good foot taller than her and so she stood on her tiptoes to look at him squarely in the eyes. "And I know you like me. You're always looking at me in the common room."

"Yeah, so what if I do? Victoire, I'm starting my last year at Hogwarts," began Teddy somewhat uncomfortable under Victoire steely gaze. "Is that what you want, a nine month fling? Less than that even because of the N.E.W.T.S and you have O.W.L.S, we'd hardly have time together."

"We'd make time," said Victoire seductively, closing in for a kiss. Teddy pulled back, nearly stumbling over something on the floor. Victoire pulled him back in with a mischievous grin on her face "Stop it!" he said more loudly than he would have liked.

"Make me," she smiled naughtily putting her hand on his face. Teddy looked around in desperation. She had him cornered and was leaning over him as he stood back on a dresser. "You know you like me. What's the point in fighting it?"

"There is every point," said Teddy coolly. He would not succumb to these immature feelings he had for silly teenage girl. "I will give you five seconds to back away from me."

"Or what?"

"I'll make you."

"With what?" laughed Victoire pushing a turquoise strand out of Teddy hair much to his annoyance, "Your wand on the desk," she pulled in closer to him.

Without warning Victoire was thrown from where she was, on to her bed with such force that the whole room felt like it was shaking. "Ow! Teddy! What the hell?"

Teddy smiled innocently and put on his bag. "I warned you Victoire."

"Legilimency, non-verbal spells, wandless magic," spat Victoire rubbing her arm sorely, "You getting a bit advanced for your age aren't you?"

Teddy smirked as he picked up his wand from the desk and made his way to the door. He turned to look at her before he left with a small grin on his face. "What can I say? I like to over –achieve. See you next week."

"Whatever…"

Teddy could hear her muttering bitterly under breath even as he close the door to her room. He felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't have thrown her so violently. But then again, what did she mean by trying to kiss him? She was pretty, very pretty, beautiful even, but it would never work. But he really liked her, he thought sadly, as he made his way downstairs.

He had always known how pretty she was, after all they'd practically grown up together. But it was last year, when she had been in the fourth year that he'd really started noticing her. As mouthy and reckless as ever (he'd been forced, as a prefect, to give her eight detentions last year) but she had also matured a lot in the fourth year.

They'd spent many nights in the Gryffindor common room chatting till midnight. She was one of the funniest people he'd ever met and he admired her for her sheer audacity to say and do things no one else would. Teddy knew she wasn't as stupid as she pretended to be. It was usually her who picked up on the advanced things he could before anyone else and more than once she had recognised topics in books way above her age. Not even his friends his age knew some of the stuff he and she knew.

Teddy often wondered why she didn't do as well as she could at school. A little of him thought maybe it was because of him, as the oldest child in the Weasley clan after him, it must've been difficult living up to all the expectations after he had obtained 13 OWLS. Maybe it was all his fault, Teddy thought guiltily.

And then there was her honesty, Teddy chuckled slightly as he made his way to the kitchen, she was the only one who ever spoke to him like a child. Harry, Ginny and the rest had long since realised that Teddy was not the average teenager when he answered a question about government policy on illegal cauldrons before Hermione. But for a reason he couldn't quite fathom, he liked Victoire's honesty. There was something weirdly nice about being put in his place by her. It was what set her apart, what made her special to him.

Teddy suddenly felt a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Was he? Was he attracted to……no…… of course not….it was Victoire? He couldn't…but then again he had kissed her…and he liked it as well. But it's Victoire, Teddy thought stubbornly.

All thoughts were lost when he saw Bill Weasley's smiling face in the kitchen. Bill's face turned to concern when he saw Teddy's expression. "Are you ok, son?"

Please don't call me that, thought Teddy desperately. If only you knew what I was thinking.

"Teddy?"

"Huh?"

"You ok?"

"Yes, yes I am," said Teddy trying to sound confident. "I've finished tutoring Victoire for this week."

"How'd it go?" Bill asked as he made a cup of tea for the both of them. Bill's scarred face was full of apprehension. He was desperate for Victoire to pull up her grades. He didn't want to see his daughter's hopes of becoming an auror dashed because she couldn't get an E in Potions or Transfiguration.

"Well…" began Teddy, nodding in appreciation as Bill handed him a cup of tea, "She seemed a bit distracted."

"Typical!" Bill's face contorted in anger, "I bet she was too busy sending owls to that Mandy Wood, listening to Black Cauldron songs and thinking about boys. Doesn't she see those things don't mean a thing in the real world?"

" She'll be ok though, she is very clever Uncle Bill," said Teddy sipping his tea calmly, "I reckon she's one of these people who can't see the point in putting effort into something that's so far away."

"She can't leave it to the last minute Teddy," cried Bill, slamming his cup on the desk. "She's failing almost everything! Do you know what it's like to have someone who you know has so much potential but isn't using it? Professor Sprout called me last year to ask whether she was purposely failing. Purposely." He spat the word out like it was poison. "Ok, so she gets top marks in the end of year exams, but you and I both know they are nothing compared to O.W.L.S" Bill rubbed his head solemnly and took a deep breath. "Do you think she'll get prefect? It's not likely is it?"

"Well like you said, she gets top marks in the end of years, and she is very popular." said Teddy, hoping he had dodged the question successfully.

"Well at least we know who head boy is!" said Bill raising his mug in salute to Teddy.

Teddy hair flushed scarlet for a moment as did his cheeks. Everyone had been going on about Teddy being made head boy as if it had happened, although privately, Teddy couldn't think of a single reason why they shouldn't give it him. He was the best after all.

"I should go," said Teddy suddenly looking out through the window at the setting sun.

"Won't you stay for dinner? Fleur will be back in moment. She and Amelie went to pick up Claude-William from the train station."

"No, I better go; I promised Gran I'd fix the television. She's become obsessed with muggle soaps, so much for being a Black eh?"

Bill chuckled, "See you at Harry's 35th?"

"Yeah, should be good," And with a pop, Teddy disaapparated.

A/N - Proffessor Sprout is headmistress because Prof. McG is too old (according to J.K) and Neville is Herbology prof. hope that is clear.