Dec10, Harry Potter, Victoire/Teddy, (Harry/Teddy UST), "Adorably Perverted"
Title: Adorably Perverted Author: train_tracks Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Victoire/Teddy, (Harry/Teddy UST, Victoire/Dean UST) Rating: PG Word Count: 430 Warnings: godfather/godson ust, cross-gen ust Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter. A/N: This is for sdk's prompt "Obsession looks good on you".
Victoire sat next to Teddy in the train car with a sigh.
"What are you looking at?" she asked when he didn't turn his gaze from the window.
He cleared his throat. "Nothing." He gave her a little smile. But then his eyes drifted back to the platform.
Victoire followed his trajectory. "Mmm," she said when it became obvious. Harry Potter was wrangling his kids, trying to keep them from getting too close to the tracks. She peered at her boyfriend. His lips were parted; he was barely breathing. She cast her gaze down his tense (beautiful) body, the way his hand gripped the window ledge.
She'd always known about Teddy's thing for his godfather. It wasn't as though she and he were exclusive or that *he* didn't know about her crush on Professor Thomas (Merlin, help her). It was that Victoire was becoming increasingly aware that Teddy himself didn't know about his thing for Harry Potter. Which was patently ridiculous. Because, well, look at him.
"Teddy," she said, more to end his suffering than berate him for something she found rather…adorably perverted.
"Hmm?" To his credit, he spared a small movement of his chin in her direction, though his eyes remained fixated.
She played with the hair along the back of his neck, and he shivered.
Finally, he turned to her.
She smiled at him. "Obsession looks good on you."
He blinked at her, somehow appalled that he'd been caught, as if it hadn't been bloody obvious.
"Oh, Teddy," she said. Then she took his chin and turned his head back toward the window. "He's waving at you."
She watched her boyfriend press his hand against the glass with a little in-sip of breath. His hair went dark purple in that moment, the same color as when they fooled around. Blimey.
She sighed. What could she do really? Who in their right mind *didn't* have a bit of a crush on the man who once was The Boy Who Lived? Yes, he was married to her aunt which, technically, made Harry her uncle, but her thought on that was who could really give a flip when he was so very attractive and heroic and *good* and all that?
The train blew its whistle and began to move. Victoire watched Harry watching Teddy, saw him mouth, "Owl me," and then touch his heart. She heard Teddy whisper, fogging the glass, "I will."
She shook her head and leaned it back against the seat. "Boys…" she sighed.
At Teddy's, "What?" she just smiled, allowing the supremely naughty images to fill her Slytherin head.