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"Ted, your hair's purple again," James said, voice muffled by a mouthful of toast, the crumbs dribbling onto his shirt. Teddy sat up slightly, gripping his hair for a second before changing it back to turquoise.
"Crap. Tell me if it does that again, yeah?"
"Why does it even matter?" James-Sirius asked, peering suspiciously at Teddy through his overgrown hair. Teddy's eyes flitted over to Harry, who was looking at him with a small smirk. He regretted ever telling his godfather about what his hair meant, and he vowed to never ever tell him a secret again.
"Cause, purple's not my colour. Alright?" Teddy said, looking at the boy pointedly.
"What? And blue is?" Victoire snarked, sitting down in the chair opposite Teddy and smiling. Teddy felt weak, her smile was literally his weakness.
"Actually, Weasley— it's turquoise," Teddy quipped, enjoying as he watched the defiant glint appear in her eye. Victoire brought her tea to her lips, and Teddy knew for a fact that it was tea. She never drank coffee. She hated the bitter taste, in fact, he knew that she hated anything bitter.
"It's purple, Ted," Harry said this time, pointing at Teddy's head, that smug smile still plastered on his face. Merlin, Teddy really regretted telling him. He rolled his eyes, turning his hair back blue and standing up from the breakfast table. Trying and failing to ignore Victoire's eyes on him.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked, walking into the dining room, back from her morning run.
"Homework," Teddy said with a shrug, and Ginny nodded, her eyes scanning the table, landing on Victoire — before travelling back to Teddy. It was then he knew that Harry had told Ginny.
Oh, he was so dead.
"Homework? It's summer!" She said, folding her arms, her ponytail swishing.
"Um, yeah. If I'm going to be headboy next year, I need to be on my A-game, right?" Teddy said, allowing himself a glance at Victoire to see her reaction, and he wasn't disappointed.
Teddy watched happily as her face split into a knee-weakening smile, her beautiful pearly-white teeth on display for all to see.
"Headboy? Edweirdo, why didn't you tell me?" Victoire said, using her old nickname for Teddy. She stood up from the table and wrapped her arms around him, leaving Teddy completely awestruck as he slowly hugged her back, smiling.
Teddy looked up from over her shoulder, seeing his godfather point to his own crazy curls and mouth, 'purple.' Teddy silently thanked him and turned his hair back, pulling away, blushing at Victoire.
"Yeah, just got the letter, thanks," He stammered, "Well, I've got erm, homework." Teddy fled the dining room, leaving one super confused Weasley and a bunch of amused Potters.
"Out of the things you could've said that you were doing Lupin, you had to say homework," Teddy mumbled to himself, angrily flipping through his Transfiguration book, pretending to do his homework. While also pretending like he wasn't watching Victoire out of the corner of his ever-changing eyes.
Sitting underneath a shaded tree, he watched as Victoire Weasley, the girl of his dreams, wrestled with James-Sirius. He cursed the Potters for letting her stay this summer while her parents were in France, and he equally cursed himself for not staying at his Gran's.
Teddy adjusted the Muggle headphones on his head, deciding to brood instead. He flipped the pages of the dusty textbook, looking at the diagrams and refusing to read any of the descriptions.
He was so lost inside of his own moody thoughts that he didn't even notice as Victoire sat beside him.
"Pretending to do your homework?" She asked, lifting a headphone and talking into Teddy's hair, giving the metamorphmagus the biggest fright of his short-lived life.
"What the f—" Teddy shrieked, toning himself back a bit after he registered that it was Victoire, "Give a guy a warning, eh? You almost killed me, Weasley!"
Victoire laughed and crossed her legs, her summer dress flowing, the purple of the skirt matching the green of the grass. Teddy dragged his eyes back up, desperately trying to think about anything but the colour purple.
"You act like that wasn't my intention, Hufflepuff." Victoire tossed her long golden hair from her shoulder, and Teddy knew then that she meant it seriously. She really was going to kill him, if not with a wand then definitely with her beauty.
"Again with the Hufflepuff hate? I thought Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were mates," Teddy said, snapping his book shut. Officially giving up on pretending to do his work.
"Oh Edward, we are not mates," Victoire said, leaning forward. Her smile was almost painful to look at. It was that beautiful. Teddy felt a blush rising and willed it away.
He could've sworn from the look on Victoires eye that she was flirting. Was she? Or was he just doing some of his infamous wishful thinking?
"Your hair's purple," Victoire whispered, and Teddy shot back, scrambling in his brain to turn it back to normal. Crap.
Victoire looked at him with curiosity, as he shuffled back to his original position next to the tree.
"What does it mean? The purple hair?" She asked, tucking her knees up to her chest. Teddy froze for a moment, beginning to cook up a lie, but James-Sirius saved him, blurting out from behind him.
"I heard that it means he needs to do a poo," The 11-year-old lied, and Teddy stood up immediately, giving him a playful but meaningful shove.
"You liar! It doesn't mean that!"
Victoire watched Teddy and her cousin with a small smile, remembering her conversation with her uncle just moments ago.
"Uncle Harry?"
"Yes Vic?" Harry said, looking up from where he was doing the dishes.
"What— what does Teddy's purple hair mean?" She asked nervously, worried that it meant that the Lupin boy hated her. Harry smiled and looked up at her."It means he's in love."