Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest.
Characters: Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley
Overall Rating: PG
Summary: Victoire has had it with Teddy's antics. Written for nextgen_drabble Week 1. Prompt: The Burrow.
Length: Drabble, 350 words.
Teddy found it hard to suppress his laughter as his girlfriend was screeching at him.
“You tricked me!”
Victoire threw a book at his head, which he nimbly dodged. This wasn't terribly unusual, after all.
“I always trick you, sweetie, and you still love me.”
“I loved you in spite of it,” she said, nose in air.
Teddy frowned. He didn't like the sound of this. “Loved? Don't you think you're being dramatic?”
“Dramatic? You made me think that Al...my cousin...would...” Her voice died as she relived the horror of what she'd thought had been her cousin coming on to her in a very familiar fashion.
Teddy had spent weeks perfecting the morph to Al's face to do that prank. He'd known she'd be mad, but that usually ended in heating snogging, not theatrics.
He preferred the snogging.
“Maybe you're just disappointed that he didn't really,” he suggested, forcing himself to act detached and not beg her forgiveness. Nothing was forever, right? If she was going to dump him, then better now than later...right?
She let her arms drop. “Why are you doing this, Teddy? What do you have to prove?”
Teddy looked away. “You just can't take a joke.”
“It's not about that. You know I hate it when you impersonate others. Why can't you just relax here at the Burrow? It's only family, no need to be like this.”
“Not my family!” There, he'd said it.
Now cue orphan-pitying eyes.
But instead, her hands went to her hips. “So that's where this is coming from? Get over yourself!”
Teddy's eyes widened. He'd never thought his beautiful Victoire could be so cold. “Right,” he said, feeling his heart break a little where it had refused to before.
She shook her head and sighed. “What am I going to do with you, silly? We are your family. Only, me a little less than the others, all right? And we love you.”
“Love, not loved?” he asked, feeling his heart mend again with the warmth in her eyes.
She smiled. “Ok, maybe I was being a little dramatic there.”