Author's Notes (though I wouldn't really call myself an author)

It's been a while. This one has been tucked away in my laptop for quite some time now, inspired by an artist on deviantArt that draws this couple amazingly. I thought I would never write a second generation fic, but here it is.

Of course I don't own the characters or the world, J.K Rowling does

As a side note, seeing as I have not read any second generation fics, and J.K has not written anything about their characters I have interpreted them as I see fit so please, if you dislike how I portray them please politely evacuate the fic. But a part from that enjoy.

Chapter 1 – First Year

"Why do you change your hair every day?" the voice of the young Weasley rang out after him.

"Because I can." Why wouldn't the girl stop bothering him? He understood that now they were in the same school that he would have to see her more often, but that didn't mean he had to pretend to know her when he saw her.

"Hey, wait up," she cried after him, the tiniest clip of a French accent emphasised. He felt the tug of her hand on his shoulder and he whirled round, a flicker of anger crossed his face and the girl faltered. "Why do you keep ignoring me Ted?"

Ted hesitated. He had to think quickly and come up with a witty come back so he could walk on and no one would suspect a thing. "Because being at home and at school are two very different things, now if you don't mind I have class to get to." He turned once more, but he met restraint.

"I'm not letting go till you give me a proper reason," Victoire demanded, stubbornly looking up into Ted's eyes. Ted sighed and took the first-year by her shoulders and led her out of the busy corridor and into an empty classroom.

"What do you want?" he asked, knowing several of the questions she was going to ask.

"Why are you so different from how you're like at home? And why are you always ignoring me?" she asked, her voice whined a bit. She stared adamantly at Ted.

"Same reason as I said before, at home I am one thing, at school I am another. I'm different at school because I don't have the adults always breathing down the back of my neck and hissing in my ear. I don't have irritating cousins pestering me all the time and I don't like being pestered by them here!" Ted realised that as he had been explaining his reasons he had also been raising his voice. Victoire stood in front of him, eyes wide with trepidation. Ted immediately felt the guilt trickle through him. "I didn't mean it like that," he began to explain but Victoire interrupted him.

"Of course you did!" she exclaimed, the French twang becoming more announced. "If it's what you want I'll stop pestering you, I'm leaving!" Victoire turned away from the third-year and stormed out of the room. She hesitated at the door and swiftly spun around to face him. "I'm glad you're not a part of my real family!"

Ted felt the blow of the comment and flinched as the first-year disappeared from sight. As if on cue Professor McGonagall strode through the door, a class of second-years behind her. "Theodore, I had no knowledge that you would be joining my second-year class today," her stern voice shrilled throughout the room.

"I wasn't..." but Ted didn't get to finish his excuse.

"Seeing as you're here and you need to improve your grade, I will let you sit in as extra-credit." Professor McGonagall continued on her way to the front of the class. Ted found no way of exiting the room so he sat down at a desk at the back and snoozed throughout the lecture.

Victoire sat in the Ravenclaw common room. She was finishing writing up an assignment for Herbology class. So far this was her favourite lesson because she knew Professor Longbottom and they would often have everlasting conversations about the magical plants that they were studying. She found this relaxing and it took her mind off of certain places and certain people. Victoire couldn't help frowning when she thought about Ted. He was such an arrogant guy, even though they weren't really related by blood, he was still part of her family and she knew what she had said to him must have hurt.

She scribbled the last couple of sentences and made her way up to the girl's dormitory. Thinking about Ted would not stop her sleeping at night, anyway he was two years her senior, he could handle himself.

How was it? I hope not too bad. The following chapters will change from really short to quite long, I've written 6 so far. Also there are a lot of time skips, but don't worry, I shall write in the Author's Note how much time has lapsed etc. I thought that the fic would be way too long if I described every term in detail.

Well I hope you liked it? Please leave a review with your thoughts, and hopefully the next chapter shall be up in a week or so depending on the feedback.

Happy Wednesday (all 15 minutes that are left of it)!