A/N: Wow, I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote Wotcher, Vic. I never planned on writing a sequel, but I got such overwhelming feedback on Wotcher, Vic that I decided to write one anyways. (Well, that and the fact that these two idiots are cute as heck and I can't stop writing them.)

You can find it on my profile under 'Shut Up, Ted'. Here's a snippet:

Teddy whips back around, breath caught in his throat. Dimly, he hears the sound of something(s) heavy hitting the ground, and a couple reproachful yelps. But Victoire's running at him full-speed, eyes shining. God, she's more beautiful than he remembers. Before he knows it, he's hurrying towards her—somehow, miraculously, without tripping. And then they're grabbing each other, Victoire hanging on to him with all limbs and him crushing her to his chest, and Teddy's breathing in her smell and there's a laugh bubbling up his throat and she's here. Back from Hogwarts. In his arms.

She's home.

Hope you enjoy!