it’s your third year, and the first year you’ve opted to stay at hogwarts over the holidays. it’s because of teddy. you won’t ever admit to anyone anymore, but he’s your best friend. no matter how much he manages to piss you off: snide comments about you and the boys you hang around with, the moments you catch him looking at you and he makes you feel like you’ve got something all over your face. but he’s your best friend, even if sometimes he does push you away when he’s talking to fit girls. that bothers you the most. the girls that he hangs around with aren’t anything special. they’re not too pretty, and usually spectacularly dumb. you can’t fathom how the girls he’s with can get dumber, and dumber, but each one surprises you. he always manages to find a brand new level of stupid. you haven’t hung out with him for a while, and that’s because you’re honestly terrified that their stupidity is contagious. another thing you notice, is that he’ll go for any girl in the world if they’re not blonde. he avoids blondes like the plague. you don’t know why, and that’s another thing that he does that bothers you. nevertheless, you’re excited to finally spend some time alone with him. you have so much to tell him. you have a boyfriend! you’re going out with a fourth year named adam, and you’re quite infatuated with him. you haven’t kissed him. you’ve never kissed anyone, contrary to the rumors. it just hasn’t been right with anyone yet. you can tell adam’s getting antsy. you want to tell teddy, you really do. you want to ask him for advice, you just know he’s going to be a complete wanker about it. you keep psyching yourself to man up and tell him, but you always find a reason on not to. things like “oh, i don’t want to ruin his mood,” or “he’s so tired, hoe won’t understand me anyways.” but you’re out here in the freezing cold with him, and you suddenly can’t find a reason not to. you’re lost in your thoughts until the end of his sentence pierces your thoughts.
“like rudolph.” he says, laughing at you.
you wrinkle your nose, casting him a death glare. if looks could kill, he’d be dead and gone.
you don’t like it. you know full well who rudolph is, thanks to uncle harry quite often drunkenly recounting muggle stories about christmas. you don’t like being called rudolph. you are so much cuter than some reindeer with a light up nose. you are not pleased, and teddy knows it. “wanker.” you mutter under your breath. you lean down and pack snow together between your two hands. hurtling a snowball at him seems like a fantastic idea, so you do it. and you hit him square in the chest. you’re furious, and you’re cold, which is truly a volatile combination for him. teddy best be careful - what he does in the next few moments will decide whether he’s getting punched in the face or begrudgingly forgive. you turn on your heel, trudging slowly back to the castle, and soon, you figure ‘hey, why not tell him about adam and piss him off?’ you turn around, not expecting him to be so close to you. “by the way, teddy,” you spit his name like it’s venom. “i have - oh.” your sentence is cut off by his lips crashing against yours. you don’t want to push him off, you don’t want to fight back. you should, but you don’t. you just sigh softly into the kiss, slipping your arms around his neck, and moving your body closer to his.
this is definitely not how you imagined getting warmer.
it ends all too fast for your liking, and you stumble back, confused and torn between slapping him and kissing him again. instead, you stand there, shock overtaking your system. “what’d you do that for?” you want to ask, but your voice is stuck in your throat. so you follow your instincts: your heart is pounding and you know you’re blushing way too hard for it to be considered cute anymore, but you slowly inch closer to him. his eyes - they look like yours. exactly like yours, actually. you raise an eyebrow at him, looking at him suspiciously. “i should really hit you right now.” you mutter, slipping your arms around his neck once more. instead, you move your body closer to his, standing on your tiptoes, and you press your lips against his once more.
suddenly all you want is more of him. just teddy, you want him to wrap you in his arms and carry you back to the castle and kiss you all day.
but wait - a small voice in your head utters - what about your boyfriend?
you pull back for a moment to catch your breath, and collect your thoughts. the moment doesn’t last long: his lips are against yours once more, his hand guiding your body closer to his. suddenly, all thoughts of adam are gone: teddy is the only name you want to hear.
