September 1st, 2017

The barrier wall disappeared as Victoire pushed her trolley through it at a jogging pace. She smiled once she slowed down and glanced back at it. She had done it. For the last time, she had run through the barrier at Platform 9 ¾'s as a student on her first day of term. She could still remember the feeling of apprehension seven years previously as her father encouraged her to take it at a run. Now, she had done it for the last time.

Both Louis and Dominique caught up beside side her; their father and mother in tow as they slowly walked further onto the platform. The scarlet steam engine before them billowed smoke as they all paused.

"Have a good term, then," Bill said, hugging Dominique first while Fleur hugged Louis. "Be good and make sure you write."

"We always do," Dominique said. "Well, write that is. Not necessarily be good."

"No more hexing people in ze common room," Fleur said as she kissed Victoire on the cheek.

"I'll try," she joked. She turned and hugged her father.

"Enjoy it, kiddo," he said with his arm still around his eldest daughter as he looked down at her. "It's your last year and I promise you you'll miss it when it's all gone."

"I will, Dad." She grinned. "I really think I will." He kissed her on the top of her head just as she suddenly noticed Whit pushing her trolley towards the group of them.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Whit said brightly. Both Fleur and Bill smiled at her. "Hi everyone."

"'ello, Jane," Fleur said after Bill offered to help the kids with their trunks.

"I think we'll manage," Victoire said with an anxious glance around the platform.

"Well, I guess we'll be off, then," Bill said to Fleur. "We need to be getting back to the bank."

"I'll miss you all," their mother said as she once again kissed each one of her children, going even one further to kiss Whit on the cheek. She paused on Victoire and her eyes suddenly glistened with tears. "So grown up."

"If this is how she's like at the start of term, think about how she'll be come graduation," Dominique mumbled.

They all said their final goodbyes and watched as their father put his arm around their mother and walked off and out of sight. Victoire sighed and started searching the platform again.

"We've got a little over twenty minutes," Louis said, checking his watch. "Which is good because that means they'll be loads of open compartments."

"We should get our stuff on the train, then," Dominique said as she started pushing her trolley towards it. The rest of the group followed and quickly unloaded their things into the first empty compartment they could find. Victoire practically threw her trunk inside in an attempt to hurry back to the platform.

"Watch what you do with that thing," Louis said as he ducked. The trunk had just nearly missed his head.

"Sorry," she said before she turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Just popping out on to platform," she said, attempting to sound nonchalant. Louis stared at her skeptically, but Dominique had smiled and plopped down into a seat by the window.

"Wait, I'll come," Whit said. "I can keep and eye out for Jack."

"Tell your boyfriend I said hi," said Dominique.

"You can tell Jack yourself in like five minutes," Louis said. "Why would she?"

She smiled. "I wasn't talking to Whit."

"Wait, what?" Louis asked. Victoire chose that moment to shut the door and escape the compartment. She had the entire train ride and all of term to explain herself to him. She only had less than twenty minutes to take care of other matters.

"Your brother still doesn't know about Ted?" Whit asked once they both stepped back onto the platform and narrowly avoided a small group of girls who were trying to board.

"I don't think I mentioned it," she said casually, glancing up and down through the crowd.

"So, I take it you didn't tell your parents yet either?"

Victoire made an amused face. "I was thinking about telling them over Christmas."

She laughed. "Seriously?"

"It really is sort of strange to bring up," she said as she started hopping up and down to see over people's heads. "It's not as easy as you'd think."

Whit shook her head. "You're funny."

She shrugged. "We've both kept it a secret, to be honest. I mean, Ted tells my uncle everything and he still hasn't mentioned it to him because," she paused and smiled, "we've just sort of been enjoy the last month as our own."

It had been during that first night in the tent that Ted and Victoire had decided it was easier to keep their new relationship a secret rather than tell everyone right away. With Victoire only having one month in between then and when she was set to go back to school, they figured they could at least make the most of their time together without everyone else attempting to butt in. She knew the second her family found out, they were all bound to parade the pair of them around and gush and coo over how cute they were. This was something that neither of them were necessarily anticipating.

"And if someone finds out?" Ted had asked that night after the two of them emerged from the tent an hour after they had entered.

"Some people are bound to find out," she said with a glance around at everyone who were still talking and laughing around the campsite, "but we'll just do what we can."

"I'm going to have to tell Simon," he whispered. "If I don't, he's going to keep trying to fix me up with people."

She smiled at him as she noticed how messy his hair currently was. "Your hair is out of control."

"Oh, does it look like I've just spent the last hour fooling around in a tent?" he joked. "Because that's what it should look like."

"Yes, actually." She laughed as she reached up and attempted to straighten it out. "It looks just like that."

"Just so you know, your hair isn't much better," he whispered with a look that made Victoire suddenly wish they could go back inside the tent.

"Hey, there you are," said Louis's voice as Victoire immediately retracted her hand out of Ted's hair and turned towards where her brother and sister were walking towards them. "Where'd you two disappear off to?"

Ted glanced at Victoire, who shook her head. "Nowhere."

"Nowhere?" Dominique asked. "Nowhere for over an hour?"

"Just for a walk," Victoire said defensively. "Around the campsite and what not."

Louis nodded, but Dominique just stood there smirking at the pair of them.

"Well, are you almost ready to head back to camp?" Louis asked. "It's getting late."

"You have to come and talk to Simon with me," Ted said to Victoire before she could answer.

She glanced back at her siblings. "You guys just go on ahead."

"I'll walk her back," Ted offered, taking a few steps in the direction of where Simon was currently sitting.

"All right," Louis said as he turned and began walking in the opposite direction. Dominique, however, continued to stand there smirking.

"What?" Victoire asked in an attempt to sound casual.

"A walk around the campsite?"

She shrugged.

Dominique laughed before she glanced at Ted. "Right. Hey Lupin, your shirt's on inside out."

Ted quickly checked his shirt before looking back at up her. "No, it's not."

"Ugggg…" she groaned as she turned to walk away. "You had to check."

Victoire watched her go before she slowly turned to look at Ted. She smiled a little. "So much for keeping it a secret."

"Oh, she was bound to find out," he said defensively.

She walked over and patted him affectionately on the back. "I'll just have to blackmail her or bribe her not to tell everyone," she teased as they both walked towards where Simon was currently sitting and talking to a man she didn't know. As they approached, Simon threw his hand up in the air.

"About time," he said. "I was wondering when you two would be done talking."

Ted smirked at Victoire. "Well, in our defense, we finished talking ages ago."

"Then what took you so long?"

Both Ted and Victoire smiled at each other, before he shrugged. "We had some stuff we had to take care of. Anyway, what'd you want earlier?"

"I just wanted you to come out here and hang out instead of running off to hide," Simon said, trying to nonchalantly gesture to where several girls were currently sitting. "You know, get to know certain people. Perhaps things could happen…"

Ted smirked. "You are a man dedicated to the cause, mate."

"Vicki, will you do me a favor," Simon said turning towards her. "Maybe he'll listen to you. Tell him he needs to realize that work isn't everything, and that he needs to have a little fun."

She smiled and turned towards Ted, who was already grinning at her in anticipation of what he knew was coming. "Ted, you need to have a little fun."

"And," Simon continued, "that he needs to start dating again because he's been holing himself up for far too long."

Ted actually laughed as Victoire tried her best to hide her own laughter as she stood there and repeated, "And you need to start dating more. You've been holing yourself up for far too long."

"I wholeheartedly agree," Ted said before they both glanced back at Simon.

"Anything else?" Victoire asked him.

Simon sighed at stared at Ted. "I'm just looking out for you."

"I know you are." He smiled. "But I'm actually doing well. In fact," he glanced at Victoire, "the whole reason I'm not cooperating is that I'm already seeing someone."

"You're full of shit."

"Am I lying?" he asked Victoire. She shook her head.

"When did this happen, then?" he asked. "How long have you been keeping this a secret?"

Ted sighed. "You could say it was a long time coming."

"Years in fact," Victoire added.

"So, who is it?" Simon asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do I know her?"

Victoire smiled. "Quite well."

Simon continued to stare at Ted while waiting for an answer. Ted was staring at Simon as if he was trying to see if Simon could read his thoughts. When he continued to stare at him blankly, Ted nodded towards Victoire.

Simon looked at her. "He wants you to tell me."

"No." Ted laughed as he took a step closer to her and grabbed her hand. "No, it is her."

Victoire smiled as Simon's jaw dropped and his eyes practically bugged out of his head. "Shut the hell up."

They both nodded.

"I don't believe it."

"It's true," she said.

"Took us long enough, huh?" Ted asked cheerfully.

Simon continued to gawk at the pair of them. "But you two aren't allowed…" he muttered. "Wait, are you taking a piss?"

"No," Victoire said, shaking her head. "No, we wouldn't do that."

"Because Ted, if you want me to stop trying to fix you up, just say so," he continued. "You don't have to make up stuff."

"I swear to you that we are not kidding," Ted said as he dropped Victoire's hand and walked towards his friend. "We've been trying to work this out for some time now. I'm not making this up. I really am in love with her."

Victoire turned and looked at him. It was the first time he'd said anything about actually being in love with her. Hearing him actually say it made something inside of her suddenly feel very light and excited. Her smile began to grow wider the longer she stared at him.

"Prove it," Simon said.

"What?" Ted laughed. "Prove it how? What exactly do you expect us to do--?"

At that exact moment, overcome with what he had said just moments before and simply because she could, Victoire walked over and kissed him. She didn't care who was watching or what was going on. She barely knew these people and she certainly didn't care what they thought. As she pulled away, she looked at Simon. "That's about as much proof as I'm willing to give."

He gawked at them both, but Ted merely shrugged and smiled.

After the initial shock had worn off, Simon had managed to soften to the idea. In fact, at one point, he had even pulled Victoire aside and told her that he couldn't understand how he hadn't seen it sooner, and how obvious it should have been. He seemed genuinely happy for the pair of them, even making mention that he'd never seen either of them so ridiculously content before. That wasn't to say it didn't stop him from ribbing them and making jokes every chance he got, but as far being content was concerned, she had to agree. She'd never felt so content and happy with someone she was with. She hoped the feeling would never disappear.

"So," Whit began and she and Victoire continued to look up and down the platform. "Do you think your parents would have let you spend all that time with him had they known you were together?"

"I'm sure they would have let me spend the time with him," she said with a small smile. "It was the time alone with him at his flat that they may have had a problem with." She hopped up and down anxiously again. "Where is he?"

"He'll be here," Whit said as she continued looking as well. It was getting more and more crowded every second as children and their families started filing in to board the train.

Victoire frowned. "I hope he didn't get held up at work." She knew he had a huge presentation that day, but that was hours away. He had told her he would be there, even though she had told him he didn't have to. She had wanted to tell him goodbye the night before, fearing that he wouldn't be able to get down here fast enough. He hadn't let her, though. He swore he would be here.

"Oh, so what did you do last night for your big date night?" Whit asked as they walked a few steps forward and leaned against a large wall that offered them a better view of their surroundings.

"We stayed in at his place," she said. "We tried to cook, but apparently we're both terrible at that so it didn't turn out as well as we had planned. We ended up eating cold sandwiches."

Whit laughed.

"It was fun," she continued. "We talked and just sat around..."

"Just sat around, huh?" Whit grinned. "Now, is that code for…?"

Victoire blushed and attempted to hide her smile, but was unable to do it. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right…" she said as she nudged her playfully. "Look at how red you are!"

"It was just a really lovely evening and that's all I'm saying!" She laughed and playfully shoved her back.

"Well, I'm glad, then," Whit said before she suddenly nodded down the platform. "Wait, I think I see him. It's hard to tell when his hair is the same as everyone else's since I'm so used to seeing him stand out."

Victoire turned and stared in the direction Whit was now pointing. She immediately smiled as she noticed him walking along the platform, and took off at a jog through the crowd to catch him.

"Ted!" she yelled once she saw him turn to walk in the opposite direction. He stopped and smiled at her as he waited for her to get closer.

"I'm really sorry," he said as he made, what she found to be, an adorably apologetic face. "We were prepping for this afternoon and--"

"Shut up," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I don't care, I'm just happy you made it."

"Yeah, but I should have made it her earlier," he said in a frustrated manner before smiling at her. "You look cute."

"Me?" she said as she stepped back and took him as he was dressed nicer than he usually was given his presentation later that day "Look at you. All cleaned up and handsome for the dragon pox blokes, then?"

"I like to think I'm always handsome," he joked.

She smiled as she grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd to where she had been standing before. "Well, I'll certainly agree with that."

"Have I mentioned how I don't want you going back to school?" he asked as she leaned up against the wall and pulled him closer to her.

"About a hundred times," she said as she kissed him again. "At least as many times as I've mentioned that I wished Christmas holidays were closer."

"Yeah, me too," he said quietly. "But like I've said, it's just a couple months when you think about."

"A couple of very long months."

"Harry and Ginny did it." He grinned. "I asked him the other night how they worked that out and he said it's hard, but when you love someone, you make it work."

"Which we'll do," she said confidently, pulling him close again to kiss him. The entire world seemed to disappear as they stood their together, which was exactly the way she preferred it to be.

"Awwww," she heard Whit say as they broke apart and looked at her. She was standing with Jack, who grinned at the pair of them.

"Don't mind us," Jack said as he headed towards the train, pulling an amused Whit along with him.

"I probably deserve that after all the 'awwing' I've done to them over the last year," Victoire said before she kissed Ted once again, a little more passionately this time. She couldn't help but wish that she didn't have a train to catch, that he didn't have to go back to work, and they could just go off and--

"Teddy?" said a familiar voice.

Ted pulled back slightly and stared at Victoire. She noticed the instant recognition in his eyes as he blinked several times and reached up to rub his bottom lip before turning around slowly.

"Hey, James," Ted said as both he and Victoire took in James Potter standing their gawking at them.

"What are you doing here?" James asked.

"Um," he said with an awkward laugh. "I'm seeing Victoire off."

"By snogging her?" he asked in a doubtful tone. He glanced at Victoire.

"Well, yeah."

"Wait, are you two…?" he asked before he started giggling. "You were snogging!!"

"Nothing gets past you, buddy," Ted said as he grabbed James by the shoulders and turned him around on the spot. He ushered him forward a few steps. "Have a fantastic term, then. You don't want to miss the train, so you should get going."

James laughed once again before he took off running in the opposite direction. They watched him go before glancing back at each other. Ted shook his head. "He's going to tell everyone."

"You think so?"

"Oh, he's telling them right now," he said as he walked back over to her. "I know he is."

"I guess it was only a matter of time," she said. "I should probably write my parents before they find out from everyone else."

"So, I should be expecting a visit from your mum, then?" He grinned. "And you'll be way up at school safe and sound while I get to hear about it back here?"

She swatted him affectionately before she kissed him again in an attempt to utilize every second that they had left. They didn't break apart until the train's whistle blew and the steam began billowing heavily from the engine.

"Shit," he said. "You have to go."

"Christmas time," she mumbled.

"It'll be nothing," he said as he kissed her forehead. "I know it."

She grinned. "Just so you know, I might even write you."

He laughed. "I think I might consider writing you, too. We'll see."

"You better," she said as she made a motion to playfully punch him. He grabbed her arm as she did so and pulled her into one last kiss before letting go.

"Have fun, okay?" he said once she took a few steps towards the train. "I love you and all of the other mushy stuff that you hear me say when no one else is around."

She laughed as she stepped onto the train. "I love you, too."

The train gave a great lurch forward as she waved at him. He waved back and continued to do so until she could no longer see him. She sighed sadly as she glanced out at the cityscape that was now passing before her. Her seventh year was starting in just a few hours. The beginning of the end and the beginning of, what she hoped to be, so much more. She was looking forward to a drama free year what with no obnoxious girls to contend with and no real boy drama. She could concentrate on her friends, her school work, and having fun. She thought about how it definitely had the potential to be her best year yet as she pulled the compartment door open.

"YOU'RE DATING TED!?' Louis yelled as she entered. "ARE THEY SERIOUS??"

Dominique laughed loudly as Whit and Jack exchanged amused expressions. Victoire sighed as she sat across from her brother and shrugged at him.

"Are you really that surprised?"


A/N: The End :)

Now, onto Part 3! "The Spark!"