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I'm Only Me When I'm With You by MsAnnaPotter

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,118
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, Ginny, Teddy, Victoire
Pairings: Teddy/Victoire, Bill/Fleur, Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 04/14/2010
Last Chapter: 04/30/2010
Last Updated: 04/30/2010

Summary:
 



Victoire Weasley has known Teddy Lupin for as long as she can remember...but what will happen when they start to grow up?
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Chapter 1: I'm Only Me When I'm With You
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   I smiled at various members of the huge extended family, who had come together at The Burrow for dinner, while I was gliding in and out of the kitchen with dishes of food. I felt my smile grow wider as I caught a glance of Teddy Lupin sitting on the couch with Uncle Harry and Grandpa Weasley. I’ve known him forever, he was one of the only people outside of the ‘family’ who I can’t remember the first time I saw him. I can remember playing with him during family get-togethers just like this one, the memories slowly growing less fuzzy as the years passed.





   Once I too had started at Hogwarts we had started spending more time together-I had been so desperate for a friendly face.  As I recalled the early days of the close friendship we have now, remembering how hard I’d worked to not scare off the slightly timid twelve year old boy. My family always crowed in whenever they were together, and that had been the hardest thing for me to do-keep a physical distance between us. But it had paid off, the friendship had taken root and shot off like a flower in the spring, and within the school year I hadn’t been trying so hard, it all just seemed to take care of itself. Teddy and Victoire, Victoire and Teddy, we became constants in each others lives.





   Now here we were, in their 5th and 6th years, almost adults….and neither of us has ever gone out with anyone. I don’t see the point in countless boyfriends, and while Teddy had girls falling all over him, he never seemed interested, more intimidated than anything by the gaggles of girls constantly trying to flirt with him.





   I was just slipping back into my thought of boys and how that involved a certain friend of mine when Grandma, Mère and all my aunts came poring out of the kitchen, announcing that “Dinner is ready!” As everyone trooped into the dinning room Teddy fell in beside me, a ‘normal’ which had started in the last year. I ended up between Dominique, who was convinced along with all of my female cousins, that my best friend and I were ‘made for each other’, and the object of their obsession, Teddy. As multiple conversations started up around the table Teddy and I got our food and started talking a mile a minute about everything and nothing, with Dom chiming in as the mood struck her.





   After dinner finished, as I was helping to clean up, my thoughts drifted again. I was so scared that…..it was so hard to put into words! I had had nightmares involving this problem, however-what would happen if when ‘we’ started dating…other people, of course. There was one where his grandmother was involved in my date, another where I went out with a boy, only to be constantly thinking “he is not Teddy….I don’t want to kiss him!!” I woke up so scared. It seemed like a lose-lose idea: seemingly the choice was my best friend or boyfriends. I could either stay in the warm safety of our friendship, or venture out into the unknown of dating, only, I am told, to have my heart broken by multiple boys. The other option that my sister and cousins loved to remind me of was even more terrifying (and thrilling): dating Teddy. But what if it didn’t work? Then I would loose my boyfriend and my best friend, no?





   I find myself wondering about the idea more and more, though. Teddy and I have grown up together, I know him better than anyone else, and only one other person knows me as well as Teddy:  my Mère. Our friendship constantly changed and evolved, resulting in us becoming ever closer as the years had gone by. In the last year, though, was when it seemed like things really had started to change. Teddy walked closer to me in the corridors, and he seemed to desire my full attention at times. I had caught him staring at me in the dinning hall and common room (thank Merlin we were bother sorted into Gryffindor! What would I have done without him in my house…) with a strange look in his eyes. At first I was very startled, Teddy had always been nice to me, and even sweet as our bond grew, but this was something new. I’ve grown used to it, but I still wonder what he’s thinking during those long seconds he’s watching me.





   I finish up in the kitchen and flit outside with the rest of the kids. As one of the oldest, I usually keep an eye out for the younger kids, but Uncle Harry came out with us, and I’m craving some peace and quiet, a commodity around the burrow. I settle down at the base of an old oak, but as I watch the beautiful bubbles Uncle Harry has coming out of his wand float towards the blue sky, I know it won’t be long before someone comes to bug...Er…talk to me.





 I close my eyes and remember that song that I found on the internet at Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry’s house. It was from that popular country-pop artist, Taylor Swift. I’m Only Me When I’m with You, that was it. I first heard it when I was fourteen, but even then it reminded me strongly of Teddy and I, made me think of the way we were together. I assumed that the girl and boy were friends, just like we were, but lately every time I bring out my MP3 player (thank you, Aunt Hermione! No one else got why I wanted it for me birthday, but she got one for me, over the befuddled questions of the rest of my family), and listen to it, I wonder “are they really just friends? Or is there something more going on there?” It was all Teddy’s fault, being so adorable. Sometimes he would fool the rest of our family or friends by changing his appearance, but I always knew. Either he let me in on it, with that look he gives me, the one that says “we know something know one else does” or I figure it out on my own. Even when he tries to fool me, I know it’s really my Teddy. He is so…





   “Hey Tori,” the object of my thoughts was standing in front of me, looking down with chocolate brown eyes at me. He was the only one who could get away with calling me Tori, it was one of the things that gave him away when he tries to fool me, because he almost always forgets to call me ‘Victoire’.





   “‘Hey’ yourself Ted,” I replied dryly. Everyone called him Ted now that he was older, so I did too most of the time, but I still enjoyed calling him Teddy…it made him feel more like mine, I have no idea why. And when I thought of him he was still ‘Teddy’ to me.





   “Want to have some fun?” he asks, eyes sparkling with that look he gets when he is going to do something…interesting.





   “What?” experience has taught me to be very careful with Teddy’s idea of ‘fun’.





   “Just a broom ride,’ he replies, trying to be nonchalant. I’m not thrilled with the idea of going up, but maybe, just maybe it’ll save me from my crazy family and give me a few extra minutes with Teddy and without my cousins.





   “On my own broom?” I ask hesitantly. I never go up by myself. My father, uncles and aunts used to take me up when I was younger, but once I got to school and continued to avoid brooms on my own, they stopped trying to cure me of my fear and left me alone about brooms.





   “No, of course not, with me.” That was the answer I wanted, but I wasn’t totally sure….“Don’t you trust me?” he continues to wheedle.





   “Alright,” I say, giving in. Teddy whoops and produces a broom which he had had behind his back but I had failed to notice.





   He swung his leg over it and looked over his shoulder at me, waiting for me to climb on behind him. I scrambled up and wrapped my arms around his waist…before I knew it he was taking off, up through the trees, speeding away from the burrow and towards the lake. The blue water shined and glinted in the sun as we raced ever faster to the shore.





   “Teddy!” I shrieked from my seat behind him, clutching him even tighter and pressing my cheek to his shoulder, his brown hair blowing in the wind, brush against my forehead. He didn’t slow down at all. “Just a little scared here!” I reminded him.





    “It’ll be fine! Don’t you trust me?” he asked for the second time in the last 10 minutes, “I won’t let you get hurt.”





   “Okaay….” I still wasn’t thrilled, but I felt safer.





   When we were almost there he finally slowed down, looping the lake once before landing by the dock. I climbed off on shaky legs and made my way to the end, kicking my shoes off on my way and plunging my feet into the cool water.





   I was feeling pleasantly warm from the sun on my face after a few minutes, but Teddy still hadn’t come down the dock. I turned around and didn’t see him anywhere, so I pulled my feet out of the water and started walking back up the dock.





   “Tori!” I heard him shout, he sounded high up, but his broom was where we’d left it, so I started scanning the bottoms of the trees. “Hey!” he shouted again and I finally found him, 2/3 of the way up a tree on the edge of the grove of trees.





   “Wow! Don’t hurt yourself…” I trailed off when the look he was giving me filtered down through the branches and hit me full force. I held my hands up in surrender, laughing like I only do when I’m with him. I never have to worry about what he thinks of me, he always knows what I mean, never thinks I’m a dip for laughing too much when I’m happy and…..is suddenly back down the tree, standing in front of me.





   I look at him, and he gazes back.





   “What?” he asks. Oops, was I staring?





   “Nothing!”  I say quickly. But his eye are still on me, soft with the new look that keeps being turned my way. He backs me up towards the tree trunk, then reaches up and pulls a branch down low, the leaves softly grazing my long hair. I laugh again, the giggles fizzing inside me before coming out and spreading across the clearing like so many bubbles. I look up and realize how close Teddy is to me, his head less than the length of textbook away from mine. My eyes drop down to his lips, and I can’t help but wonder what they would feel like. He plays with me like this all the time now, only he’s never been quite this close when we’re goofing around. I shut my eyes, trying to escape my thoughts and just enjoy what I have, right here, and right now.





   In the space of two heartbeats, my eyes still closed, I feel something warm and soft pressed against my lips. It’s over even before I can begin to process what is happening, and my eyes snap open. Teddy is gazing at me, his eyes still soft but now holding a question, too. He still has a hand on the branch above my head, but the leaves are a little farther away, and I’m distracted by his hair falling in his eyes. It is no longer brown, but the same shade of turquoise that it was when he was a small.





   “hi Teddy….” I say shyly, sliding closer to him and putting my arms around his middle.





    “hi Tori….” He replies into my hair, his arms coming down around me. I can feel his soft sigh of relief blowing into my hair and I smile.





   It occurs to me that I might should worry about what this will mean when my sister and cousins find out, when my parents and friends find out. But I can’t bring myself to fret about the future when the present is so sweet and feels so perfect.





 





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I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground...
...And I'm only me when I'm with you

-Taylor Swift, I'm Only Me When I'm With You


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