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02 November 2015 @ 10:00 am
FIC: Teammates (Dominique & Victoire Gen, PG-13)  
Title: Teammates
Author: enchantedteapot
Prompt: #G14 by leigh_adams
Pairing(s): Dominique Weasley, Victoire Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,300
Content/Warnings: [Spoiler (click to open)]Mild swearing, reference to sexual activity
Summary: Dominique's big sister catches her on the walk of shame.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my ever trusty beta H.E! And thanks to my prompter - I had a lot of fun toying with the sisterhood dynamic!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.

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Dominique felt like death warmed up.

Her hair was a virtual Hippogriff's nest; her tongue felt as though something furry may have died on it during the night and there was a strong, somewhat pungent odour emanating from her pores – a curious mixture of ethanol, cologne and steamed kebab meat.

Overall, she felt like she'd just gone ten rounds against the Elder Wand and – having never been one to weather a hangover well – she really rather looked like it too. In fact, all she wanted to do was make it the final few yards to her flat in peace, crawl into bed and possibly hibernate for the next century. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans.

"Well, well, well. Look what the Kneazle dragged in…"

The door to the cramped London flat had barely closed behind her when a perfectly coiffed blonde head shot up from behind the couch. Dominique dropped the broken shoe she'd been carrying with a heavy clunk, one that rather poetically symbolised the sudden sinking of her stomach.

The perfectly coiffed head – that was, in fact, attached to a freshly showered, clean-clothed body – draped itself over the back of the settee and fixed Dominique with a steadfast smirk, observant hazel eyes taking in the gloriously seedy sight in front of her.

"Morning, Vic," Dominique cleared her throat, sounding as gruff as her Uncle Charlie, and avoided her sister's all-seeing gaze.

"And my, oh my, what have we here?" A thin, blonde eyebrow arched knowingly skyward. "Bed unslept in, hair in missionary disarray, and yesterday's dress with today's shame all over it. My dress, I might add."
Dominique hid the glaring red wine stain with her battered old purse.

"'Can't imagine what you might be implying, Vic," she blushed, tugging at the hem of her outfit and wondering just when it had gotten so short. "Why are you up so early, anyway? 'Thought you needed at least fifteen hours of beauty sleep to maintain that dewy glow…"

Her sarcasm, as usual, was entirely lost on her sister, who swung her legs over the couch and came to circle Dominique in a manner somewhat reminiscent of a starving vulture.

"Well," Victoire smiled, gleefully, "when I realised my little sister had not come home and it was well past her bedtime, I was naturally concerned."

"Twenty-two year olds do not have a bedtime, Victoire."

"Could've fooled me," she grinned. Dominique offered her a withering stare; her typical lack of social life was one of Victoire's favourite talking points.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint but you'll have to get your daily dose of gossip from those horrible Witch Weekly columns you read. I stayed the night at Roxanne's, that's all." Dominique turned up her nose, only for Victoire to let out a very unladylike howl of a laugh.

"Oh, I don't think so! Roxy called the fireplace half an hour ago, asking where you were!"


Dominique flushed an unsightly shade of red and died a little internally. Desperately avoiding Victoire's triumphant look of glee, she tried – and failed – to think of something clever to say, before turning on her heel and stomping towards her bedroom. If she could just manage to get out of her sister's immediate line of sight, she thought, perhaps she might forget that she actually existed and leave her alone.

Obviously choosing not to take this subtle hint, Victoire – blessed with that Delacour grace that had so unfairly overlooked the middle child – danced merrily along behind her.

"So, then…" Victoire wiggled a pair of excited eyebrows, watching as her sister crawled into bed – fully clothed – and let out a rather sickly moan of exhaustion, "who's the lucky fellow?"

Dominique yanked the duvet up over her ears and opted for a response that had yet to have the desired effect in the history of the English language. "Mind your own business."

Victoire chuckled and plopped herself down, cross-legged, on the end of the bed. "Oh, but I dare say this is entirely my business. I mean, if you're going to start dragging our home into disrepute with such a scandalous display every morning-"

"Every morning?! Don't be so ridiculous-"

"Besides, I need to know what to tell Grandma Molly for our page in the family newsletter this month."

Dominique threw a decorative pillow at her head.

At this particular moment – and as was often the case – Dominique struggled to recall what on Earth had possessed her to agree to share a flat with her older sister and lifelong pain in the backside. She strongly suspected she may have been Confunded at the time – quite possibly by her mother, who had a vehement dislike for the notion of any of her three children doing anything unsupervised, even as the eldest was pushing twenty-six.

"At least tell me if it was actually a date? Or did you just pick up some random bloke at The Leaky like last time?"

"That man wasn't random!" Dominique's strawberry blonde curls emerged in outrage. "Patrick was my old Potions partner from school and he was very lovely – we've been through this!"

Victoire pretended to think for a moment. "Oh yes, I do remember now. All those heated looks over boiling frogspawn…" she grinned, teasingly. This earned her a kick from beneath the duvet. "So it was a date, then? Oh, come on, you can tell me!" she stuck out a pouting bottom lip. "I always tell you about my love life."

Dominique scowled. "That's because your love life has consisted purely of shagging Teddy Lupin sideways for the last six years. Which, I might add, I've never actually asked to hear about once!"

"Jealousy is a very unflattering emotion, little one." Victoire smirked, without the faintest hint of a blush. "Fine then. If you won't just tell me, I'll have to guess, won't I?"

Dominique rolled her eyes and buried her head back in the blankets with a groan.

"Let me see…" she tapped her chin, thoughtfully, and twirled a strand of hair, "Is it that chap that delivers my magazines? I definitely saw you say hello to him at the door once, and I recently found out that he wears that eye-patch due to a splinching accident – how exciting!"

Dominique chose to completely ignore this.

"I'll take that as a no," Victoire pursed her lips. "What about Uncle Ron's friend, Mr Finnigan? I hear he's newly divorced and has a bit of a thing for younger women…."

Dominique let out a muffled snort of amusement. "That sounds oddly suspicious. And absolutely, definitely not."

Victoire was not perturbed. "Ooh, I know! What about that Flint boy that used to ask you out at school all the time?" she interrupted herself with a frown. "Though I suppose they don't really let people out of Azkaban to take girls out for dinner, do they?"

Dominique stared at her sister in bewilderment. While Victoire certainly did have many impressive qualities – she would occasionally and grudgingly admit – common sense had never really been among them. And then another thought occurred to her…

"Why is it that the only people you seem to think I'm capable of dating are either twice my age, disfigured or in jail?"

Victoire waved a dismissive, freshly manicured hand. "Everyone knows the first rule of dating is to keep one's expectations low. Besides, you're not giving me an awful lot to go on here."

"Well, maybe," she grumbled, pushing herself up onto her elbows to deliver a proper scowl, "that's because I don't want you know who it is just yet. Maybe I'd like to have a little privacy in this one aspect of my life. And just maybe, I'd like to keep it a secret long enough to decide if we might at least have a second date, without you and the other five hundred members of our family getting involved!"

For an unusually long moment, Victoire didn’t say anything at all. She stared at her little sister thoughtfully, as if she were a new shade of lipstick that she wasn't quite sure suited her. Finally, she gave a slow nod and stretched out her long, dancer's legs as she moved to stand.

"Fine, I'll leave you alone. This wasn't any fun, anyway." She headed for the doorway and paused, hand on one hip. "One last question: Does this mystery man work with you at Gringotts?"

Dominique wasn't quite quick enough to hide the tell-tale bloom of colour at her cheeks or the startled look in her suddenly wide eyes.

"Aha!" Victoire cackled triumphantly, leaping back onto the bed. "A co-worker, ey? Very naughty. Now, let's think… Would this someone be slightly on the short side, perhaps? And maybe a little too fond of shiny, gold objects?"
Dominique blinked. "Are you asking me if I went out with a goblin?"

Victoire shrugged, innocently. "How would I know what sort of thing you're into?"

"Go away, Victoire. Now." she tried to make her voice sound as menacing as she possibly could. Unfortunately, her sister was too busy revelling in her discomfort to notice.

"This is brilliant!" Victoire clapped her hands together. "All joking aside though, which eligible young man could it be, I wonder? There's that somebody-Macmillan that works in accounts, or Gabriel Urquhart's really rather yummy. I mean there's Scorpius, of course, but that's ridiculous-," she stopped herself. Dominique had suddenly gone very very still beneath her quilt. Victoire frowned. "- Ridiculous… because he's Scorpius. Rosie's Scorpius. Rose's ex-boyfriend, Scorpius."

"Please don't call him that," Dominique's tiny muffled voice came back.

With a gasp, Victoire yanked back the duvet and stared at her sister with wide, astonished eyes. Dominique blinked up at her, guiltily.

"Merlin's bollocks, Dominique! Have you got a death wish?!"

"What- What do you mean?" she scrambled to sit upright, her big toe now poking through a hole in her tights.

"Because Rose is going to murder you the second she hears about this!"

Dominique flinched, but didn’t seem entirely surprised at this suggestion. Her blush was starting to creep down her neck. "I don't see what the issue is," she lied, unconvincingly. "They've not been together for years. And she broke things off with him, remember?"

The strange spluttering sounds that were now coming from Victoire made Dominique momentarily concerned that she might be choking on her own tongue. "Rose isn't going to care about all that! All she'll care about is that you're dating and -," Victoire gestured at her messy hair, her smeared make-up and grimaced, "- and having relations with Scorpius! You're not supposed to do that sort of thing with your cousin's ex-boyfriend. It's just a rule!"

"Well, who writes these stupid rules anyway?" Dominique swung herself out of bed and up to her full height with an audible huff, tossing her rat's nest of curls over her shoulder and starting to pace the length of her bedroom. "Why should it matter who anyone's dated in the past? Especially if that someone was horrid to them and left them for some second rate Quidditch player that no-one's ever heard of!"

Slightly startled by this sudden change in volume, Victoire watched her sister stomp across the carpet, arms swinging dramatically, and reminding her very much of the time their parents had told a six year old Dominique that she wouldn't be getting a pet Thestral for her birthday.

"And why should that mean that you just become someone's ex for the rest of your life?" Dominique continued, gesticulating wildly. "And that you're not allowed to get to know the nice, funny, if slightly clumsy girl at work – who may or may not happen to be your ex-girlfriend's cousin – and find that you actually have a lot in common? And that you actually really like each other, as more than just friends. Why does that have to be a rule?!"

"Dominique!" Victoire jumped in the moment her sister stopped for breath. "Get into bed!"

"What?!" Dominique scowled at her. "Why?"

"Because you look like you're about to be sick."

Dominique, who was suddenly – and rather queasily reminded of her blinding hangover, allowed Victoire to find her some more suitable pyjamas and usher her back beneath the covers. A few minutes later, when Victoire returned from the kitchen with one sickly looking Pepper Up potion and a frothy cappuccino, Dominique tentatively grabbed her hand.

"Are you going to tell on me? On us?"

Victoire frowned in confusion. "Tell on you?"

She cleared her throat. "Tell Rosie about Scorpius and me?"

"Well, of course I'm not!" Victoire scoffed, pulling the covers up over Dominique's shoulders and squeezing onto the bed beside her.

"Really?" Dominique asked, only mildly incredulous. She'd thought that if Victoire, with her notorious flair for gossip, were to find out then it would be nothing short of the next morning's Daily Prophet headlines.

"Really!" she laughed. "Why on Earth would I tell? We're teammates, you and me! And Louis, of course, if he ever gets bored of trying to 'find himself' on a beach somewhere and come home." Both girls snorted in amusement. "Besides," Victoire added with a smirk and a sip of her coffee, "I reckon it's about time that Rose 'Head-Girl of the Whole Entire Universe' Weasley had something not go her own way for once, don't you?"

Dominique couldn’t hold back her first true grin of the morning, though it was quickly replaced by a grimace and a splutter as she took a sip of Victoire's homemade hangover brew.

"Do you really like him, then?" Victoire muttered after a quiet moment, letting her head flop and rest against her sister's.

Dominique blushed. "I think I really do."

"And you don't think you're a bit too… blonde together?" A not-so-gentle elbow in the ribs told her that this was not in fact a concern they shared. "Well, one thing's for sure," Victoire grinned, "Sunday lunches at The Burrow are about to get a lot more interesting."

nerakrose: happiness isn't enoughnerak_rose on November 2nd, 2015 06:21 pm (UTC)
I SQUEALED OUT LOUD oh my gosh! This is SUPER adorable and I'm now completely sold on Dominique/Scorpius, that's brilliant ♥ loved the sisters here, all the teasing and fighting and fuck offs and sisterly taking care of one another ♥

This is lovely, thank you so much, MA :)
leontinabowieleontinabowie on November 2nd, 2015 06:38 pm (UTC)
Honestly, I was never a fan of Rose and Scorpius, but Dominique and Scorpius sounds much more fun.

I loved the sisterly bond in this, and you wrote Victoire just as I imagine her. Her and Dominique actually remind me a bit of Haley and Alex from Modern Family :)

Lovely story ♥
wicked smut goddess: HP: Hogwarts Housesgracerene on November 2nd, 2015 06:40 pm (UTC)
I enjoyed this fic so much! I loved the sisterly bond here, I thought you totally nailed that wonderful, loving, teasing, complex relationship. :D

I thought the idea of Dominique/Scorpius was adorable, and I really liked the added intrigue of the past Rose/Scorpius. And I definitely laughed aloud at Victoire's "And you don't think you're a bit too… blonde together?" Because I was thinking the same thing when Scorpius was mentioned! :D
katmarajadekatmarajade on November 2nd, 2015 06:47 pm (UTC)
This is delightful! Sister gen is one of my favorite things ever to read, and you really captured it perfectly! I love the snark and the barbs and the hitting where it hurts but then totally having her back when it's Dominique vs. anyone else. Just awesome. And the image of Louis on a beach somewhere trying to find himself just makes me laugh! That's brilliant! Very much enjoyed this, MA! Really loved how you wrote both these ladies.
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my_thestralmy_thestral on November 2nd, 2015 07:19 pm (UTC)
Oh, but this Dominique is totally adorable! :D I really love those very human characters with plenty of faults and this Dominique looks a bit of a Bridget Jones in the making - I bet Scorpius just fell head over heals for someone who's perhaps slightly less perfect, but with someone he can totally be himself with. :)
And the dynamics between the sisters is just precious - Victoire, as perfect as she is, reminds me a lot of Fleur and her decision to stick with Bill even when he was mauled by the werewolf: I think the Veela-offspring just sticks with their own through thick and thin and isn't that lovely! :)
This one definitely made me smile! :D
luvscharlieluvscharlie on November 2nd, 2015 07:33 pm (UTC)
What a great look at the relationship between sisters. I absolutely adored your Dominique!
welcome to villa cariño!capitu on November 2nd, 2015 10:00 pm (UTC)
That was brilliant fun. I love the dynamic between the sisters, how finally Victoire pulled the truth out of Dominique. Well, she didn't really, Dominique kind of gave herself away with ALL THAT GUESSING. Man! LOL I loved it, they are truly a team. And Louis, of course. Thank you! :D:D
Leigh: Beauxbatonsleigh_adams on November 3rd, 2015 03:55 am (UTC)
Oh. My. Gosh.

Words cannot describe how much I adore this! You took my humble little prompt and turned it into such a full, hysterical fic with sisterly shenanigans. I love it! I don't have a sister, but I really feel like you captured the older/younger sister dynamic perfectly. Your descriptors were spot on -- I really could picture the scene so vividly in my mind.

"Besides, I need to know what to tell Grandma Molly for our page in the family newsletter this month."

This. This is a thing now. Because OF COURSE the Weasleys need a monthly family newsletter!

And just maybe, I'd like to keep it a secret long enough to decide if we might at least have a second date, without you and the other five hundred members of our family getting involved!"

Given the size of my family, I empathize with Dom all too much here!

And the ending was just perfect. They're a team, Victoire and Dominique and Louis (even if he's off "finding himself" somewhere). Stickin' it to Rosie, that's what's up. :D

Thank you so much for claiming my prompt and writing this! It was practically perfect in every single way. ♥
candamiracandamira on November 3rd, 2015 10:33 am (UTC)
Both girls are adorable. :)
Victoire knows very well where to poke her sister to get some information out of her - really liked her innocent guessing if it was 'someone on the short side'! Hihi!
Their relationship pictures the dynamics of sisterhood perfectly. There's this teasing to the blood, but also the instant 'us against the rest'-spirit as soon as someone else would do that to one of them. Great work, MA! Thank you!
lee: Fleursnegurochka_lee on November 3rd, 2015 12:59 pm (UTC)
Aw, this was so charming. :)
anemonenanemonen on November 3rd, 2015 08:30 pm (UTC)
I LOVED this!! So adorable! Such a wonderful portrayal of the relationship between the two sisters. Also very different from most fics I've read, which was cool. The teasing and the affection and exasperation was so well done. I really fell for both the girls here. Really well done ♥
rzzmg: Draco Malfoy King of Slytherinrzzmg on November 3rd, 2015 08:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was wonderful! I loved the interplay between sisters. It's so good to see them a united team, rather than rivals, as these two are often pitted!

Love this line, especially:

"Bed unslept in, hair in missionary disarray, and yesterday's dress with today's shame all over it. My dress, I might add."

WAH! Hilarious way to describe it!

And yes, Dominique makes an excellent point about ex's. Why shouldn't she and Scor be happy together, if they're a better fit? Besides, Rose threw him away, so he's free to date whoever he wants. GO DOM!

Excellent fic! So much gen fun here.
쉘리 Unmistakably Oatmealsdkshelly on November 3rd, 2015 09:54 pm (UTC)
Would this someone be slightly on the short side, perhaps? And maybe a little too fond of shiny, gold objects?"
Dominique blinked. "Are you asking me if I went out with a goblin?"

Hahahaha, that line made me cackle out loud. Love the relationship you created between the sisters. This was delightful. :D
mollywheezy: ncis yaymollywheezy on November 5th, 2015 02:08 am (UTC)
What a fun fic! I loved your characterizations of both Victoire and Dominique. Great job! :)
Gelseygelsey on November 6th, 2015 03:41 am (UTC)

Oh this was so much fun! Very sisterly. Very well done. Excellent!

Keeper of the Cocks: Voyeurtorino10154 on November 6th, 2015 05:31 pm (UTC)
Fun fic! Definitely like a big sister to tease relentlessly but then have Dominique's back in the end. Very nicely done.
alisannealisanne on November 9th, 2015 12:33 am (UTC)
Oh that was fun!
You managed to sum up the complex sisterly relationship very well here. And I love how, in the end, Victoire had Dominique's back.
Great job!
cabinetcaligari: pic#124186080cabinetcaligari on November 9th, 2015 02:38 pm (UTC)
This is such a lovely fic! The banter between the sisters is spot on, and I love it how you portray the dynamics between eldest and youngest sister... Victoire pushing her, giving her almost no space while poor Dominique also struggles with her hangover and her feelings of guilt battling with love for Scorpius. But then, of course, Victoire is also protective, she may mock the shit out of Dominique, but if anybody else does she gets like a tiger. This is exactly how sisterhood is to me and it was such a joy to read :)
articcat621articcat621 on November 11th, 2015 11:57 pm (UTC)
This was seriously so effin' sweet. I loved Victoire's teasing of her little sister and the fact that Dominique tried to keep it a secret, but her blush gave her away. The dynamic between the two is just perfect, thank you so much for sharing <3
highsmith.dreamwidth.org on November 16th, 2015 10:48 pm (UTC)
Comment mirrored on AO3.
You've depicted their dynamic in a great way. It has a great balance of teasing, drama and humour. Siblings have a particular way of relating to each other, and I think you've really nailed that.

"And you don't think you're a bit too… blonde together?"

nrlcnscs: Lucrezianearlyconscious on November 23rd, 2015 06:56 pm (UTC)
Hahahahaha, oh this is so much fun!
I love the sisterly banter. You really write humour well, the rhythm is so good and you suggest so much of characterisation in not so many words. Kudos, I loved this!
lash_laruelash_larue on November 23rd, 2015 10:32 pm (UTC)
Here via a rec from Nearlyconscious. I normally don't read nextgen, but perhaps I should start if I have been missing gems like this.

Splendid story, I loved the exchanges between the sisters. Well done!


redblonde7redblonde7 on November 26th, 2015 11:20 am (UTC)
I loved this! Victoire and Dominique's relationship hit the perfect blend of sisterly affection and teasing and Victoire's comment about being teammates was perfect.

I really liked how you gave everyone such personality, not just Victoire and Dominique but Louis and Rose and Scorpius as well, just mentioning little quirks that come up every time you have a family as large as the Weasleys (the idea of a Weasley family newsletter made me laugh and it sounded very sensible at the same time).

I have never considered Dominique/Scorpius and Rose/Scorpius is not terribly interesting to me but you made them both work in this fic. Thank you for writing such an awesome fic!