A/N: No, I don't own Harry Potter. I'm not JKR. Sorry for the disappointment.

Victoire Weasley sat in the Gryffindor common room, looking dejectedly into the roaring fire. Teddy Lupin cracked open a butterbeer and leaned against the wall, staring intently at her.

He'd heard the rumor, of course, and he didn't doubt that it was true. The story that Victoire Weasley, one quarter Veela, had left Robbie Wood under the mistletoe had been circulating since last evening, and Teddy was determined to get the story out of his fifteen-year-old best friend.

Teddy handed the drink wordlessly to his friend Evan and walked over to sit next to her. "So, Vic, why'd you do it?"

She looked at him with her big, blue eyes (that he'd been thinking about a little too much recently) and said, "Because I've never kissed anyone before."

"So?" This confused Teddy greatly. He'd kissed many people (well, he was quite an attractive seventeen-year-old boy, give him a break!) and it wasn't really that big a deal.

Victoire glared. "It would've been my first kiss. I don't want my first kiss to be some stupid forced thing just because I happened to be standing under a plant with an immature Beater who didn't even like me. It's supposed to be something really great that makes your toes curl and your brain melt and your hair stand on end, you know?"

His first kiss hadn't been like that. His had been with Marie Waters and she got paid five Galleons for it. It had been awkward and wet and he was thirteen. (He never could look at Marie the same after that.) Instead, he said, "Mine wasn't like that."

She sniffed and looked away. "It probably doesn't bother you. Girls just see stuff like that differently."

"No, I get it," he said. "You just want it to be really nice. But there's no guarantee you get to choose the perfect person and the perfect timing and the perfect placement of their lips on yours. It's a guessing game, my dear."

She looked down at her hands. "But I want a guarantee."

Teddy didn't know if it was the butterbeer or just spur-of-the-moment, but he suddenly felt bold. He turned to his best friend and held her cheek in one hand. "Here. I'll give you a guarantee, then. If that's what you want."

Victoire's eyes caught his, looking alarmed but curious. He moved his other hand up to her other cheek and cupped her heart-shaped face gently, as if it was made of porcelain. Carefully, Teddy laid his lips on hers, tenderly yet firmly, striving desperately to give his best friend the perfect first kiss she yearned for. Her breath filled his mouth, and he tasted her sweet flavor.

Her hands covered his, deepening the kiss, and it was then that Teddy realized: she hadn't pulled away. She hadn't pulled away. Was it possible that his love wasn't completely unrequited?

When he pulled away, Victoire's mouth broke out into the widest grin he'd ever seen. The freckles on her face danced as she wrinkled her nose, just like she always did when she was especially happy.

"Well? Was that as close to the toe-curling, brain-melting kiss you desired?" he asked, secretly anxious. Maybe if it wasn't, I can still keep the satisfaction that she didn't push me away, right?

"No."

Teddy's heart sank, but her smile grew. "It was better," she whispered, blue eyes sparkling in the firelight. "Now, Teddy. Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Can you find me a new brain?"