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something was bound to go right
something was bound to go right sometime today
all these broken pieces fit together to make a perfect picture of us- Daybreak, Snow Patrol
They're undeniably an event, because she's Victoire and this is just the way things happen. There's the first moment – breathe in, breathe out – and the tilt of the head and the slight pursing of the lips and the gentle winding of fair hair around a pale finger.
And then there's the second moment – breathe in, breathe out – and the boy is hers.
Just like that.
She's secretly kind of proud of it because she doesn't even use her Veela magnetism. It's there and it lurks in the depths of her like a disease, strangling her insides and her life with its radiant glow.
But she's Victoire, and she doesn't need it. She battles it down and keeps it contained and if it shows then that's it, show's over, it's time to leave. Dominique has the magnetism too, but she's always been a much more volatile mixture of Veela and Weasley than Victoire has and she needs it to feel… worth something, maybe.
Victoire doesn't understand that. But then she doesn't make much of an effort to. Because she's Victoire, and this life is hard enough without adding her little sister's worries to her own.
So Victoire battles onwards with her life, gliding in her own special glow with her hair always perfect and her eyes always just that little bit too knowing and really, the poor guy never had a chance.
It takes one afternoon cooped up in Lily's treehouse for him to start noticing her – really noticing.
He clambers up behind her baby cousin, extending a hand down to help her up, and really Victoire's heels aren't built for tree-climbing but this is Teddy and this sort of thing just happens around him. Especially when Lily's involved.
And soon enough the three of them are sitting, a little cramped, in the Potter's treehouse, and Teddy is shooting these looks at Victoire over Lily's fiery curls, and Victoire has known him long enough to know the meaning of these looks.
"Look, Teddy!" Lily suddenly exclaims, and suddenly the girl is rocketing out of his lap and diving to capture a butterfly as it beats its wings helplessly against the window. "He was stuck!"
"How do you know it's a he?" Teddy inquires, and Victoire watches as their two heads bend over the insect held in Lily's palms – one all firefirefire, the other some god-awful shade of Magenta – and for the first time in a while feels the desire to let all that Veela-magnetism rush out of her and incinerate Lily and still Teddy's soul and bring it to rest alongside hers.
But she's encountered this feeling before, and she's strong enough now to battle it down. Because Lily is her cousin, and she's seven, and really why is Victoire feeling like the child might be a … a rival, or something equally stupid.
"Lily," Victoire says suddenly, beckoning her cousin over and bending to whisper in her ear. "Do you think you could run and fetch James for me? I need to ask him something."
"Ask him what?" Lily inquires suspiciously, eyes narrowed, and Victoire taps the side of her nose and smiles.
"It's a secret."
"No fair! No secrets!" Lily wails, and when Victoire just smiles knowingly she runs over to Teddy and starts tugging on his shoulder. "C'mon, Ted, make her tell me! Please?"
She draws out the "e", but Teddy's been subject to this particular face/voice combo before, and he doesn't budge.
"Get James," he tells her with a slight smile to betray his amusement, and Lily pouts and stomps all the way over to the trap door.
"I hate James," she informs them right before she disappears from view, and then suddenly Victoire and Teddy are alone – breathe in, breathe out – and there's really almost no space between them at all and it would be the most natural thing in the world to just reach over and –
"That kid is crazy," Teddy comments as he leans out of the window to watch Lily's erratic progress across the lawn. "I don't know where she gets it from."
"Why do you like spending so much time with her, then?" Victoire inquires, edging slightly nearer so she can spell that special Teddy scent rolling off him – breathe in, breathe out – and fighting, all the time fighting, that Veela pull inside her.
"She's my friend," Teddy replies so defensively that Victoire gets the feeling he might get teased by his mates quite a lot about this. "I love her."
Victoire smiles, and suddenly she's close enough for her shoulder to be touching his. "I think it's lovely," she comments, nudging him gently and smiling when he finally turns to look at her. "You're her world."
Teddy smiles slightly then, looking at her – and then he's really looking and she's realised that the Veela gene has surfaced and she's letting it pull him in and –
"No, Teddy," she says as he gets a somewhat dazed look in his eyes, his hand wandering towards the bare skin of her arm. "Not like this."
He blinks a couple of times, and she sees the clarity in his gaze, and then suddenly he's pulling her towards him and at the touch of his hands on her skin she's burning and… it was always supposed to be her in control.
"Stop overthinking this," he complains with a hint of petulance, and then his lips are meeting hers in an explosion of fireworks and a million other clichéd things.
Breathe in, breathe out.
And it becomes the way, with them. Never really "involved", never really anything – just stolen kisses in private moments with his hands on her body and her arms around his neck and their lips moulding, moving, blazing raggedly against each other.
There's a sense that she gets, sometimes, that maybe he's just with her because… well, not because of her body, although that's happened before – but because he's waiting on something (somebody) that he can't have, not yet, and she'll be good for tiding him over.
She should resent it, she supposes, but in all honesty what she has with Teddy is negligible, something that she likes but not something she needs to survive. It's moments of passion tempered by days of disinterest, and for a girl like Victoire this just isn't enough.
So she keeps cool, plays the field, and most of all she learns a little more about how easy it is to just keep breathing, keep playing the game, keep surviving. To not do anything about your situation but give in to it, regardless of whether it's good for you or not.
She's Victoire, and this is how she lives.
Breathe in, breathe out. This is your life now.