HI :) Tedoire & 65. “Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!” Thank youuu
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65 - ‘Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!’
Victoire smiled at him fondly as she looked down at his hand and back to his deadly serious face. ‘Are you serious about this Teddy?’
‘Yes,’ he growled. ‘If we don’t walk in like that he’s never going to believe us. He’s all about evidence.’
Victoire rolled her beautiful eyes at him, the smirk still in place. ‘Uncle Harry won’t be that difficult, we didn’t even need to tell ma Mere and Dad, they just knew. He’s probably already been told.’
‘I haven’t told him yet,’ Teddy whispered quickly and cast a glance at the front door of his godfather’s house. The light was on in the living room and spilling out into the hallway. He could see it through the stained window glass he remembered watching Harry put in himself. The dim, welcoming light that signified everything about Harry Potter, husband, father, man, shined through the red and green glass beautifully.
‘So Uncle Harry won’t believe it until you tell him?’ Victoire asked with a more scoffing tone than before, where she was gently teasing. ‘Teddy, I know you share everything with him but he’s not going to ignore something he’s told. Especially not about you.’
… he didn’t really have an argument for that. Because yes, of course Harry had heard, unless everyone else in the Weasley family had decided not to tell him. If they could even manage to keep it from him. Victoire’s cousins Roxanne and Hugo did love to gossip about the massive family’s eventful lives.
But he just knew that until Harry had heard it from him … he wouldn’t believe Teddy and Victoire were a couple. Not fully. ‘Can you just …’ Teddy waggled his hand. ‘Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!’
Victoire took his hand happily, squeezing his fingers as they intertwined with hers. ‘You know we’ve been walking around holding hands since we were old enough to walk right?’
‘Victoire,’ Teddy said with a long suffering sigh.
‘Ooo, my full name. Check out Edward getting all aggravated.’ She nudged into him playfully as they walked up the pebble path. ‘How about I just snog you when he opens the door? That’ll be plenty convincing.’
Teddy ignored that and carried on, the short distance between the gate they’d lingered in for a good ten minutes and Harry’s front door covered way too quickly.
Now or never he supposed, as he looked up and down the beautifully crafted oak door.
‘Want me to knock babe?’ Victoire murmured as she squeezed his fingers. ‘You know he’s going to be ecstatic right?’
Teddy just nodded. He knew. Of course he knew, Harry had been the one convincing him to ask Victoire out for years. Ever since he’d first got Teddy to admit he fancied his best friend.
Teddy screwed up his courage and went to knock on the front door.
The door flew away from his fist and the way into Harry’s hall was revealed to them.
They shared a look and Victoire shrugged before urging them in and out of the night air.
‘So, Uncle Harry knows we’re here.’ Victoire laughed as she looked around the room. Probably expecting to see Harry or one of the munchkins hiding under the Invisibility Cloak. ‘Let’s play find a Potter?’
‘Living room oooo,’ a ghostly voice instructed … sounding immensely like a certain Mrs Potter. ‘Maybe they’re in the living roooooooooom.’
He didn’t need to turn to know Victoire was swallowing a smirk. She loved Mrs Potter’s sense of humour. It’s why she was the favourite non-blood related auntie.
‘Think Auntie Daphne might be in the living room?’ Victoire asked sarcastically.
‘Speaking about your elders disrespectfully will anger the Potter spirits. Ooooooo,’ Daphne called in her ghostly voice.
‘Come on babe,’ Teddy said with his own smirk. ‘Let’s just tell them we’re dating so they stop messing about.’
‘I fucking knew it!’ Harry’s voice bellowed from behind them, his grinning, stubbly face appearing in thin air from behind the door as both teens leapt in surprise, Teddy gripping at his chest. ‘Babe! I fucking knew it!’
A woman in her forties appeared by his side, her head resting just level with his shoulder and elbowed him in the ribs. ‘Language darling, the children already swear enough as it is.’
Teddy shook his head and ran a hand down his face as the closest thing he had to a father bickered with his wife about how now was one of the few occasions where he should be allowed to swear. As said wife swatted at his waving hands and tried to swallow a laugh every time the excitable Auror gestured approvingly at Teddy and Victoire still holding hands.
Fucking hell his family was weird.
