So even though I just started another Teddy/Victoire story, the idea for this one popped into my head and I had to start writing it.

I hope you like it.

I stared at the small white stick in my hand, the little pink plus sign staring back at me, taunting me.

Pregnant.

I moaned, tossing the stupid pregnancy test in the trash and lying down on my bed.

What was I going to do? Who was I supposed to tell?

I tried to imagine the look on my parent's faces if I told them I was pregnant.

My mum would probably start screaming at me in French. She always started shouting in French when she was angry. And it was never a pleasant experience, let me tell you. Fleur Weasley could be a scary woman when she wanted to be.

And then there would be my dad's reaction. He wouldn't yell at me. He'd never been much shouter. He would just look at me, disappointment etched all over his face.

I'd let them down. Pregnant at seventeen.

And right before my final year at Hogwarts, too. This definitely wasn't part of my plans. My seventh year was supposed to be amazing.

But that wasn't going to happen. Would I even be able to go back there? Were pregnant girls even allowed at Hogwarts?

I vaguely remembered there being a pregnant Ravenclaw when I was in my first year, so I supposed they were.

I decided I needed to tell the baby's father.

Colin was a muggle who lived in the nearby town. He'd been my boyfriend for two years. My parents hated him.

My dad hated him because he hated any boy who could potentially hurt his baby girl. My mum hated him because he had long hair, tattoos, and was in a rock band.

"'Victoire, 'e looks filthy," she told me, her nose wrinkled in distaste, after she met him the first time.

I reminded her that Dad used to have long hair.

She dismissed that fact with a wave of her hand.

"Yes, but it was much cleaner. And 'e had none of those 'ideous tattoos. Colin looks like a delinquent."

Yes, she would be thrilled that he was fathering her first grandchild.

I pulled myself up off my bed and headed downstairs.

My mum was in the kitchen, humming to herself, as she made dinner.

"Hey, Mum, I'm going into town. I won't be long."

She nodded absentmindedly. "Alright, darling."

The walk into town seemed longer than usual. The entire time I just kept running through different reactions Colin might have when I told him.

By the time I reached the small store that he worked at part time, My palms were sweating and I was shaking uncontrollably.

The bell chimed as I pushed open the door. Colin looked up from behind the counter and shot me a grin.

"Hey, babe," he said.

"Hey," I said, forcing myself to smile. It felt more like a grimace.

I approached the counter and leaned against it. "We need to talk," I told him. "It's important."

"I'm off in ten minutes," he replied.

Ten minutes later, we were standing outside the store.

Colin lit a cigarette. He took a long drag and I wrinkled my nose. I hated cigarettes.

"So what was it you wanted to talk about?" he asked.

"Let's go for a walk," I suggested.

"Okay," he agreed. "But only if this doesn't take long. I've got band practice soon."

He followed me to the beach, where I sat down on a log. He sat down next to me.

"Do you like kids?" I asked him.

He looked at me strangely. "I dunno," he said. "Why?"

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, I thought.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered.

I watched Colin's eyes widen. He sprang up from the log.

"How the hell are you pregnant?" he shouted. "You told me you were on birth control!"

"I am," I said. This wasn't technically true. But I had always used a contraceptive spell. I didn't know why it hadn't worked this time. It had always worked, until then, apparently.

He glared at me and I cringed.

"I can't deal with a baby right now," he snapped. "My band is on the verge of getting a record deal. We're about to hit it big."

I rolled my eyes. Yeah right. He was always saying that.

"This is more important than your stupid band, Colin."

"To you, maybe. But not to me," he said coldly. "I'm going to be a successful musician and some slutty girl and her stupid baby are not going to get in my way."

I felt like he'd ripped open my chest and torn my heart into pieces.

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I watched as he turned around and trudged away.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a loud sob and the tears started falling rapidly.

I stood up, but I couldn't muster up the energy to apparate back to my house, so I ended up falling down into the sand. I don't know how long I lie there crying. It might have been hours.

Eventually I heard someone calling my name. I opened my eyes and looked up at a tall figure with blue hair.

Teddy Lupin.

He was looking down at me. His eyes were filled with concerned.

"What happened to you, Vic?" he asked, his voice soothing.

"I don't want to talk about it now," I said, wiping my eyes on my sleeve.

He didn't press the subject, which I appreciated. Instead he held out his hand and pulled me up.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked him.

"My grandma and I are having dinner with you guys tonight. Didn't you get my owl?"

"Oh, yeah." I'd forgotten.

"The food smelled delicious," he told me. "You're mum's brilliant."

"Not as brilliant as Andromeda," I said, referring to grandmother's excellent cooking.

"I don't know," he said. "It's a close call."

I smiled, relieved that Teddy was with me. He never failed to make me feel better.

He grinned back.

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand.

A second later, we appeared outside Shell Cottage.

I was about to walk inside, when Teddy grabbed me.

"You'll tell me what happened later, won't you?" he asked, his eyes staring into mine.

I nodded and he let go of me. We headed inside.

My younger siblings, Dominique and Louis, were already seated at the dining room table.

"Finally!" exclaimed Louis loudly. "I'm starving!"

My parents and Andromeda came hurrying into the room.

"I found her," said Teddy.

"Victoire Fleur Weasley," my mother snapped. "Where in the world were you?"

"At the beach," I replied. "Lost track of time, sorry."

"Were you with that boy?" she asked.

"Only for a little bit," I replied. "He had band practice to get to."

She opened her mouth to say something else, when my dad cut her off.

"Let's discuss this later," he said. "The food will get cold."

I shoot him a grateful look, before sitting down next to Teddy.

After dinner, my parents and Teddy's grandma went off to talk, probably about us kids, and Dominique and Louis headed off to the beach with some friends, leaving me and Teddy alone.

We went out onto the porch and sat on the swing.

"So," he said. "You ready to talk?"

I nod. "You have to promise not to tell anyone though."

"I promise."

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out.

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?" he gasped.

I nodded. "And let's just say that Colin didn't take it too well."

"What'd he say?"

"Basically that he wants nothing to with me or the baby," I replied, feeling those stupid tears in my eyes again.

"Oh, Vic, I'm so sorry," he said, leaning in and wrapping his arms around me.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Me too," I whispered.

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