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FICLET: Nineteen Years Later (James/Teddy)
Title: Nineteen Years Later
Character Pairing: James/Teddy (one-sided), Teddy/Victoire
Prompt: downtrodden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 746
Summary: @ Platform 9 3/4: James is young, angsty, and quite jealous of his cousin.
Author's Notes: The rest of these are going to take place five years from this one... I guess you could've found that out later, but I'm just putting it out there o_O
Link to Prompt Table: (table!)
“Just like his Uncle Ron!” James heard his mother teasing, followed by amiable laughter from the other adults. “Hasn’t the foggiest notion of privacy!”
Their amused tittering lingered in his ears as he stormed off to sulk. He slammed his trunk down, and took a seat on top of it, and glumly pondered how the morning had gone from so exciting to so miserable so quickly. He squeezed his eyes shut as he strained to repress the image that savagely raked and clawed at his brain. Teddy was supposed to be his friend – like a brother, James told himself. Why was he doing ‘that’ with Victwerp? Would he have to hang out with her as well now, if he wanted to hang out with Teddy? Would he be able to hang around him at all now, or would Teddy want to spend all his time snogging her?
Adding to the cruelty of the situation, James was furious at himself. He was plagued by the years that divided him from Teddy – leaving the void open for Victoire. Still, the situation had resulted in his regressing, which only exacerbated the situation! He had been driven to tattling and pouting. Even now, he was quietly grunting and clearing his throat in order to stave off tears of frustration brought on by the futility of his predicament. He cringed as he imagined Teddy’s reaction if he were to uncover James’s crush. A silly little boy, that seemed to be all Teddy would see him for, encumbered as he was by the years between them. James found himself overwhelmed by a sense of utter emptiness. How unfair it was for nothingness to feel so uncomfortably tangible and lodged in his chest.
James noticed the traitor sauntering gracefully toward him. Gracefully, that is, for the approximately five steps he’d taken before stumbling over someone’s abandoned luggage. Teddy stumbled, but did not fall. He brushed himself off nonchalantly, and continued forward. Serves him right, James snickered to himself before deliberately fixing his eyes on his sneakers as Teddy drew near.
“What are you so sullen about?” the soft voice asked once he’d reached James’s self-designated brooding area.
James looked up to meet Teddy’s stare, warm and golden. He tried to force a lighter, more humorous tone as he replied, “My cousin is stealing you away from me, right under my nose. And there’s not a thing I can do about it.”
Teddy laughed, and at that sound James immediately felt the perceived hardship of his own existence begin to diffuse. “Bit dramatic, init?”
James shrugged and smiled slightly, “Is it? She’s half Veela, mate. You’ve got to be careful.”
“You exaggerate,” Teddy chortled, “she’s only an eighth Veela. But at least you understand that it's not completely my fault.” Teddy reached out a hand to help James to his feet. “No matter what happens between the Veela and me, things between us won’t change. I promise.”
James sighed audibly, and privately mourned the hopes that Teddy had unwittingly dashed. Nothing would change between them.
Teddy shook his head, smiled, and said with a wink “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
I already understand, James told himself. Then he silently promised Teddy, Once I’m older, you’ll understand.
Teddy swiftly changed subjects, making James promise to owl him all the time; with news of Al’s sorting, and of Quidditch tryouts.
“I’ll be there for every game,” he promised. “But if you’re playing against Hufflepuff,” he added, inviting a challenge, “I’ll be sorry to have to root against you.”
James rolled his eyes, but was suddenly caught off guard as Teddy leaned in to give him a good-bye hug. James’s immediate response was embarrassment – caught in the embrace of another bloke in front of who knew how many classmates. But the embrace was warm, and irresistible; and before he knew it he was wrapping his arms tightly around Teddy’s waist. Teddy smelled of old parchment and spices, like someone had planted an herb garden in a library. It was the best scent James had ever breathed. He wanted to bottle it and take it with him.
If he’d known he’d be rewarded for such childish behavior, he’d have made an Albus-worthy habit of it. Come to that, Al usually needed more consoling around Aunt Fleur. He glanced over Teddy’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of Aunt Hermione crouched down to soothingly pat Al’s head, rested against her bosom. He didn’t seem distraught at all, the sneaky charlatan!
Character Pairing: James/Teddy (one-sided), Teddy/Victoire
Prompt: downtrodden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 746
Summary: @ Platform 9 3/4: James is young, angsty, and quite jealous of his cousin.
Author's Notes: The rest of these are going to take place five years from this one... I guess you could've found that out later, but I'm just putting it out there o_O
Link to Prompt Table: (table!)
“Just like his Uncle Ron!” James heard his mother teasing, followed by amiable laughter from the other adults. “Hasn’t the foggiest notion of privacy!”
Their amused tittering lingered in his ears as he stormed off to sulk. He slammed his trunk down, and took a seat on top of it, and glumly pondered how the morning had gone from so exciting to so miserable so quickly. He squeezed his eyes shut as he strained to repress the image that savagely raked and clawed at his brain. Teddy was supposed to be his friend – like a brother, James told himself. Why was he doing ‘that’ with Victwerp? Would he have to hang out with her as well now, if he wanted to hang out with Teddy? Would he be able to hang around him at all now, or would Teddy want to spend all his time snogging her?
Adding to the cruelty of the situation, James was furious at himself. He was plagued by the years that divided him from Teddy – leaving the void open for Victoire. Still, the situation had resulted in his regressing, which only exacerbated the situation! He had been driven to tattling and pouting. Even now, he was quietly grunting and clearing his throat in order to stave off tears of frustration brought on by the futility of his predicament. He cringed as he imagined Teddy’s reaction if he were to uncover James’s crush. A silly little boy, that seemed to be all Teddy would see him for, encumbered as he was by the years between them. James found himself overwhelmed by a sense of utter emptiness. How unfair it was for nothingness to feel so uncomfortably tangible and lodged in his chest.
James noticed the traitor sauntering gracefully toward him. Gracefully, that is, for the approximately five steps he’d taken before stumbling over someone’s abandoned luggage. Teddy stumbled, but did not fall. He brushed himself off nonchalantly, and continued forward. Serves him right, James snickered to himself before deliberately fixing his eyes on his sneakers as Teddy drew near.
“What are you so sullen about?” the soft voice asked once he’d reached James’s self-designated brooding area.
James looked up to meet Teddy’s stare, warm and golden. He tried to force a lighter, more humorous tone as he replied, “My cousin is stealing you away from me, right under my nose. And there’s not a thing I can do about it.”
Teddy laughed, and at that sound James immediately felt the perceived hardship of his own existence begin to diffuse. “Bit dramatic, init?”
James shrugged and smiled slightly, “Is it? She’s half Veela, mate. You’ve got to be careful.”
“You exaggerate,” Teddy chortled, “she’s only an eighth Veela. But at least you understand that it's not completely my fault.” Teddy reached out a hand to help James to his feet. “No matter what happens between the Veela and me, things between us won’t change. I promise.”
James sighed audibly, and privately mourned the hopes that Teddy had unwittingly dashed. Nothing would change between them.
Teddy shook his head, smiled, and said with a wink “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
I already understand, James told himself. Then he silently promised Teddy, Once I’m older, you’ll understand.
Teddy swiftly changed subjects, making James promise to owl him all the time; with news of Al’s sorting, and of Quidditch tryouts.
“I’ll be there for every game,” he promised. “But if you’re playing against Hufflepuff,” he added, inviting a challenge, “I’ll be sorry to have to root against you.”
James rolled his eyes, but was suddenly caught off guard as Teddy leaned in to give him a good-bye hug. James’s immediate response was embarrassment – caught in the embrace of another bloke in front of who knew how many classmates. But the embrace was warm, and irresistible; and before he knew it he was wrapping his arms tightly around Teddy’s waist. Teddy smelled of old parchment and spices, like someone had planted an herb garden in a library. It was the best scent James had ever breathed. He wanted to bottle it and take it with him.
If he’d known he’d be rewarded for such childish behavior, he’d have made an Albus-worthy habit of it. Come to that, Al usually needed more consoling around Aunt Fleur. He glanced over Teddy’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of Aunt Hermione crouched down to soothingly pat Al’s head, rested against her bosom. He didn’t seem distraught at all, the sneaky charlatan!