This is the first part of my entry for Dazzled-Midnight-Melody's 62 Hardships Competition :) Beta-ed by Jordan (MusicRises) - isn't she wonderful? I love her so much ^-^

I didn't actually like Teddy/Victoire before I wrote this but I'm slowly changing my mind ;) Enjoy!

Dearest Victoire,

So it would seem that our relationship is out in the open, not that I expected anything less after our goodbye on the platform. I knew James was watching, the nosy twat, but I don't care. Besides, you don't mind do you? I hope you don't, because it is about time people knew about us.

Speaking of James, I hope you weren't too harsh on him on the train. You know the odd boy can't control himself when he has the opportunity for a prank or some blackmail. Just let him know that if he tries to use it against you, he'll have me chucking him into the Black Lake or at the Whomping Willow.

Do you remember that time in your third year, and my fifth, when Fred got too close to that cursed tree on a dare to see if he could get into the Shrieking Shack? I swear I've never seen Angelina so furious. Angelina was so angry and George was just standing behind her trying his hardest to contain his laughter – it was absolutely hilarious. I swear I saw him give Fred a high five when Angelina went to talk to Madame Pomfrey. Of course, it was a careful high five due to Fred's broken arm and the nine inch gash running down his rib cage, but it was a high five nonetheless.

Enough reminiscing the old times. How's school going at the moment? I'd love to say I know how tough it is to be Head Girl and Quidditch Captain, but unfortunately I can't because I was never Head Girl. I'm absolutely certain that you'll be fine if you can cope with looking after your two younger siblings and dealing with your horde of admirers (which seems to get larger every time I visit, by the way.) You should be perfectly capable of helping run a school of 500 plus students. I have complete confidence in you.

I hope your subjects are going alright. You chose a tricky combination what with Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. You're just like your Aunt Hermione. How's McGonagall? I heard she's going slightly batty with old age but I honestly can't picture a woman like her going batty in any way. Then again, I guess I can get the answer myself in a few weeks when I come and visit you at Christmas Break.

I wish you'd come home, but I can understand that you're needed at the castle. I'm not saying I like it, but at least I can Apparate into Hogsmeade and come to see you. I might have to crash on one of the sofas in the Gryffindor common room, though. I'm completely broke after buying your Christmas present. You better be bloody happy with it! I need to get a decent job. You'd think working at the Leaky Cauldron would have a fairly decent pay, but let me tell you, it's terrible. Hannah's lovely though, she's fair and doesn't make me work too hard. She sends her love and would like to ask you to remind Neville to actually come home for Christmas this year. She appreciates that he loves his work and everything, but she'd like to see him once in a while, and she would ask him herself but she hates writing letters and Healer Thistle advised her not to Apparate or use the Floo Network when she's only two months away from having the baby.

Hannah's just mentioned that Hogwarts is having a Yule Ball this year? I really hope you already know this, because it would ruin the surprise if you didn't. You probably do, being Head Girl and all, but then again you might not. I should probably scratch out this sentence, but then the letter would look messy and I know how you hate messiness. And I am not going to write this entire thing out again, it's already taken up about twenty inches of parchment and I reckon you can survive if I let slip one little secret... Just don't tell anyone else!

I'm just going to stop talking about that now before I ruin anything else for you like the terrible boyfriend I am.

How's Quidditch going? Have you had try-outs yet? Well, of course you have, it's nearly the end of the first term and you'll have already had at least one match. Actually, I vaguely remember a letter where you told me about the first match but I've forgotten so you'll have to refresh my memory. I think I can at least remember your team, just give me a moment to think.

Right. You've got Oliver and Katie's daughter, Belle, as Keeper, Fred and Roxanne as your Beaters, Albus as your Seeker, and yourself, James and Dean's son Andrew as Chasers? I'm pretty sure that's right but I'm also pretty sure I'm going to get an angry Howler in French from you screaming something about how James is your Seeker and Albus isn't actually on the team because he's only a first year, though he'd probably make a brilliant Seeker.

Please don't send me one of those. I'm still recovering from the last one, and our kitchen table will always have that scorch mark on it.

Back on subject, good luck in your remaining matches. Of course you'll squish Slytherin into a pulp, right? Make sure to remind me when that match is so I can come and cheer you on. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn't there to cheer on my best girl at a very important Quidditch match? Well, a bad one, which I already am because they're all important and I've already missed at least one...

Right, I should probably say goodbye now before I embarrass myself further. You know how bad I am at writing letters without embarrassing myself. Besides, my break's over and Hannah's standing beside me with a mop in her hand. Her foot is tapping impatiently and she doesn't look too thrilled that I'm writing a detailed description of what she's doing. And now she's-

Sorry, Victoire, Teddy can't finish this letter right now as he's wrestling with a mop that's trying to strangle him. All the best –Hannah.

And now I'm back home, well I'm at the Potters, and Ginny is standing over me with her wand and a book on how to treat bruises. I'm sort of worried.

All my love,

Your Teddy.