She just woke up with the nagging feeling that today was going to be a bad day. Maybe it was for the fact that she stubbed her toe when using the bathroom earlier at 3 in the morning, but she couldn't be sure. The girl slowly fluttered her eyelids open and pushed the long, lanky arm off her stomach. Her blue eyes moved to the lump laying in bed next to her. A smile spread across her face and she danced her small hands up the arm onto the back attached to it. The body shrugged her hands off.

"It's early Vic, to back to sleep." Teddy mumbled, throwing his face the other way.

The girl frowned as she set herself up on her elbow. "Theres no reason to wake up so grumpy. And for your information it's 10:36 and we're due at The Burrow at 11:30."

"I don't want to go, I want to sleep all day."

"I already told them we were coming, love. Knowing Grandmum she probably already has a load of food cooking."

Teddy rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. "Can't you floo her and just say we're sick? Practice was really hard this week."

"I know this," Victoire started "but we can't not go. We always go to The Burrow on Sundays." The nagging feeling that the day was going to be a bad day was starting to creep itself back up as Teddy got out of bed.

"So we can't skip one bloody day? It's not like it's a birthday or holiday, it's a normal Sunday. Go if you want, I'm not going."

She got out of bed, knowing she was going to strike. "Merlin's pants, Teddy. Oh boo hoo, you had Quidditch practice 5 out of 7 days this week. If you care to notice, I went to school 6 out of 7 days this week. I took over 20 pages of notes, not to mention having to come home to you who decides to pick up the new act of whining over everything."

"Sorry Princess, but that makes you superior to me?" His hair tips started to turn red.

The girl sighed, dropping her hands to her sides. "I didn't say that. All I'm saying is that we both work hard during the week. Can you just do this? For me? I'm not asking much."

"I'll be in the shower." He simply said, grabbing clothes and slamming the bathroom door.

What a lovely day this was starting out to be.

--

Both Teddy and Victoire walked into The Burrow, oddly not holding hands as they did so. Victoire made her way straight through the house to the kitchen, not saying a word to anybody. As far as Teddy goes, he looked peeved and his hair had a bit of a red tint to it.

"What's wrong with you?" A voice asked.

Teddy looked from where the voice was coming from and saw Harry sitting on the couch along with Ron and George. All of them wearing a smirk.

"Nothing." He took a seat on the opposite couch, eyeing them. Hey, at least Bill wasn't in here.

"You always were a horrible liar." Harry said.

Teddy looked around. "I'm not lying about anything."

George laughed. "Little Victoire get under your skin, Teddy?"

He had a feeling his hair just went bright red, and he started picking at the couch. "Yeah, yeah maybe she did."

"Theres no need to lie. Your hair is brighter than a quaffle." Harry spoke.

The room went quiet, and Teddy sat in thoughts of what to say. He knew half of it was his fault. Okay, more than half.

He sighed, admitting defeat. "It's my fault. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She wanted to come over here, and I put up a fight, saying that I had a hard training week and I didn't want to come."

"D-Did you just admit defeat?" Ron said, stuttering. Teddy nodded. "Well, bloody hell." Everybody laughed.

The red was fading from his hair as he threw a pillow at Ron. "Does this mean I have to apologize first?"

An evil grin spread across George's face. "Why yes, yes it does."

Teddy groaned, and put his arms behind his head. "Can't I just wait for her to apologize? Or until she stops ignoring me and we can act like nothing happened?"

"Well, you could. But then you would be looking forward to about a month or two of sleeping on the couch." Harry piped up.

George looked far too happy for Teddy's current situation. "You know us Weasleys and our tempers."

Damn them Weasleys.

--

"What can I help with?" Victoire asked, walking into the kitchen.

Hermione, the younger Molly and Ginny all looked in her direction, obviously not knowing that she was standing there.

Molly looked at her, with a comforting expression on her face. "What's wrong? You look annoyed."

She brushed the blonde hair out of her eyes. "Nothing worth talking about. What can I help with?" Everybody stared at her. "Really, I assure you you don't want to hear about Teddy and I's little fights."

"What a tool. What'd he do this time?" Ginny asked, stealing pieces of celery as Hermione cut it.

"I appreciate the concern Aunt Ginny, but really. Now, anything I can help with?" Victoire stated, although strength was lacking in her words. Tears her forming in her eyes, and she had no choice but to blink.

Hermione took note of this first, charmed the knife to do the cutting on its own, and grabbed Victoire in a hug. "Believe me, after years with Ron I've learned that crying doesn't help anything. And usually, it's nothing to cry about." She let go of her with a smile. "Now what happened."

"He's just being a total bloody prat. Sorry about the language." She added, noticing the look on Hermione's face. "We had an argument about coming over here. Yes, we actually fought over something that stupid. I don't know what his deal is but he's really snappy and I didn't even do anything."

"He's a man. They don't need a reason to be snappy." Ginny said, still nibbling on the celery.

"Hey!" Hermione yelled, tapping Ginny's hand away. "Don't eat that!" They both laughed as Ginny grabbed one more peice.

Molly leaned on the counter, her head in her hands. "I'm not saying that you did anything to fuel the floo, but maybe you should just apologize just to get it over with."

"But if I do, he's going to walk around the flat all high and mighty thinking that he won."

Right then, Fleur graced her way in with a basket on her. "'Ello, bel enfant." She placed a kiss on her daughters cheek, and started taking the onions out of her basket. "Why so triste, eh?"

"Just Teddy problems. Where's Daddy?"

" 'E eez outside with your Grandmam." Victoire loved the way she said 'Grandmum'. "Now, what eez eet zat Teddy did?"

Victoire rolled her eyes. "We just had an argument about coming over here is all."

"When your done with those onions, Fleur, just put them in this pot." Hermione said, putting her cutting board and knife in the sink before charming it to wash them.

Fleur smiled. "Of course, 'Ermione. Maybe you two should just talk eet out. There ees no use een arguing. Love ees not a war zone, nobody weel be declared le vainqueur."

"I don't speak French, but Aunt Fleur, you make perfect sense." Molly said.

And from that everybody burst out laughing, and Victoire felt as ease.

--

The rest of the day the two ignored eachother, but in possibly the nicest way possible. There was no need to be hateful, and no need to bring up their relationship problems infront of everybody else. But, as things usually do throughout the Weasley family, everybody knew by the end of the day of the Teddy vs. Victoire fight. Nobody mentioned it, of course, but Teddy had a slight feeling that Bill was watching his every move. Things started to calm down around 7, and Victoire knew what was coming. The awkward apparation home, of course. They could apparate separately, but both were quite used to going it with the other person. Oddly enough, it was Teddy who talked first, softly telling Victoire, "We should probably get going". Victoire nodded, and they both made their rounds saying goodbye to everybody. She awkwardly looped her arm through his outside, and he spun on the spot.

They walked their way up the stairs to their tiny one-bedroom apartment, and made their way in without a word. Teddy made his way to the kitchen as Victoire locked the door. Who was going to speak first? Trying to make up her mind, Victoire made her way to the bedroom and changed out of her jeans and t shirt into a tank top and sweatpants. 'Nobody will be declared the winner'.

"Teddy, can you come in here when you're done?" She finally said, putting her dirty clothes in the hamper. There was no answer, but she figured if he wanted to talk he would come in. She wasn't going to force him into talking.

A few moments later, the blue-haired boy appeared. "Yes?"

"Hi." Victoire said, mentally slapping herself. 'Hi'? That's all she could do? "Can we talk?"

Teddy shook his head. "No. Theres no need to talk. I over reacted. I'm sorry." He immediately wrapped her up in a hug, setting his chin ontop of her head.

"I don't like when we fight."

He kissed her forehead and let go of her, holding her at arms length. "Me either. Merlin, I really was a prat. I really am sorry, you know."

A smile spread across her face. "You really were, you know. You're lucky that a Princess such as myself would forgive you." She took his hands in hers, swinging them from side to side.

"Oh, I know. I'm just ever so lucky that you grace me with your presense every day."

That earned him a swat from a hand, along with giggles.

"I love you." Teddy said, taking her face in his hands.

"I love you." Was the reply, and they finally kissed and made up. "But now, I must punish you." A grin spread across her face as she made her way to the bed.

Teddy's face lit up with excitement. "Yeah? Dare I say that I am sort of excited for this punishment?"

"Dare I say you should turn off the lights and join me already?"

Weither there are winners or not, she definitely won with that line.

Holy, it's been awhile! I finally got around to writing, yay! I hope you guys liked this. I'm fairly happy with it, seeing as it's been about 9 months since I've written anything.

This would take place during the beginning of 'The School Year Of The WPL Book'.

Also when Fleur says:

bel enfant- means 'beautiful child'

triste- means 'sad'

le vainqueur- means 'the winner'

Hope you enjoyed! (: