The new month had ushered in the beginning of the cold weather with cold winds that whipped across the streets of London, howling loudly as though possessed. King's Cross Station was as busy as it always was at the start of September, as oddly dressed families carrying equally odd animals mixed in with the ordinary commuters.

Standing by the entrance to the grand station, two teenagers finally pulled away from their passionate embrace to come up for some much needed air. The girl, her cheeks tinged pink from the cold, smiled up at the boy.

"That better not have been my farewell kiss," she said, rubbing her hands together to keep them warm against the cold wind.

The boy, his spiky electric blue hair a stark contrast to her long blonde curls, slipped his gloves off and pushed them onto her smaller hands. "I told you you'd forget to pack something."

"They're way too big," she said, holding her hands up as the gloves slid down.

"They'll do 'til you get on the train, Vic."

She smiled and slipped her hand into his. "I'd better keep your hands warm then."

"How kind of you," he said with a smile as he bent down to peck her on the lips. Glancing at the clock, he said, "We'd better get to the platform before you miss the train. You don't want to end up like Fred and James after last year."

With a sigh she squeezed his hand then let go so he could push the trolley. Slowly they walked into the station.

"Are you nervous for next week?" she asked over the buzz of the crowds and loudspeakers, warning about train delays and ticket prices.

"Not really. It's grunt work mainly, nothing too challenging until I can make a good impression on someone and start rising up the ranks," he said with a smile, "What about you, nervous?"

"About being Head Girl? Not really," she echoed, catching sight of another family pushing trolleys laden with trunks and owls. "I've got the practice dealing with stubborn kids."

Teddy chuckled. "That you do."

She tucked her arm into his, a little awkwardly seeing as he was still pushing the trolley, and said softly, "You're not going to meet anyone at the Ministry while I'm away, are you?"

"Well I'm bound to meet someone eventually, unless I walk around with my eyes closed all day," he said and smiled when she elbowed him in the side. "Are you honestly worried I'm going to cheat on you?"

Victoire rolled her eyes as they neared the entrance to Platform 9 ¾. "I guess not."

"Your faith in me is comforting," he said raising his eyebrows, "What about you? How do I know you won't be sneaking off with the Head Boy after hours? Those late night corridor patrols can get-"

He was cut off as Victoire swatted at him with the too-big gloves, falling off her hands. "I get your point! And please, I have much better taste than Clem Macmillan. Too arrogant."

"Good, then I'll have nothing to worry about while I'm making mad, passionate love to every female employee in the office," he said, his face deadpan as he took off on his run for the barrier.

Her mouth open indignantly, Victoire let out a noise of exasperation and followed her boyfriend through. Emerging into the steam and busy chatter of students and families, the first thing she saw was Teddy's cheeky grin and she screwed her face up at him in a mock glare.

"That was rotten," she called over the noise.

"You know I was only joking," he said pulling her close, "The only girl I want to make mad, passionate love to is standing right here."

Victoire blushed and buried her face in his chest to hide it, knowing he would only tease her. "I'll miss you," she mumbled.

His arms tightened around her and she closed her eyes briefly, not wanting the moment to end.

"You'd better head off… before all the seats are gone and you end up sitting with James and Fred again," Teddy said with a smile that didn't quite reach his dark eyes. Sniffing a little, Victoire pulled away and managed a watery smile in return.

"Hey, don't get upset," he said softly, stroking an errant blonde curl away from her face, "Christmas will be here before you know it."

"You'll write?"

"All the time. So often that we'll have nothing to talk about when you do come back because you'll know everything that's been going on already," he promised.

"Guess we'll just have to spend our time in other ways," she said, the blush creeping up again.

Teddy grinned and pulled her in for a long kiss.

"Hey! What're you doing?!"

Rolling his eyes, he pulled away and frowned at James Potter, watching them wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Further along the platform, Victoire spied the rest of the Potters emerging through the barrier, Lily looking as tearful as she did every year since James had started.

"Seeing her off, what does it look like?" Teddy retorted, pulling Victoire close for another kiss.

"But what are you doing?!"

Pulling apart, the older teens both snapped "Go away!" and James scurried off, still looking as if his brain might implode.

"Well that's one way to let them know we're together," Victoire said ruefully as they separated for the last time. She sighed. "I'd better get on the train."

"Yeah, let me give you a hand." He hauled her trunk into the nearest compartment, Victoire following holding her cat basket. Turning to face her, Teddy gave her a final kiss then ducked back onto the platform as the whistle blew loudly. She scrambled to the window and pulled it open.

"Teddy, your gloves!" she called pushing them through the gap.

Laughing he called back, "Keep them for the carriage journey, it'll be freezing up north!"

"I'll miss you!"

"Miss you too, kid." Smirking at her annoyed expression, he gave a final wave and headed back through the crowds of anxious parents and jealous siblings staying behind and disappeared out of sight.

Sinking back into the seat, she tried to hold back tears. Only fourteen weeks left to go.