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Arthur, after spending all day in the library, is feeling a little restless. When Francis comes into the library just to bug him, Arthur has no choice but to deal with the frog once and for all.
Arthur lifted his head, after finishing the book in his hands, watching Francis saunter towards him. He groaned internally, rolling his eyes. Setting the book down, he stood up, hoping to slip out before the obnoxious frog caught him.
“Bonjour, mon petit mouton noir. What are you doing on this lovely day? Why are you spending it in this crusty library when you should be out enjoying the sunshine with moi?” Francis winked at the boy with the bushy eyebrows and the choppy dirty blond hair. Francis’ moves were elegant and stunning just as his personality and his looks were.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he turned on his heels, facing him. “Because it would be with you.” Arthur replied dryly, forcing a pained smile onto his face. “Besides, I had work to do.” he said, beginning to turn once again.
But the French boy was persistent, moving to get closer to the Brit. “Come on, mon cher, why do you have to be so rude to me? Is it just your nature? Or are you covering something up?” He teased, pressing his back towards Arthur’s back and making it so that it seemed that he was laying on him.
He sighed, shaking his head. “In your dreams, Frog.” he murmured, smirking a bit. “Besides, most people would be rude when a strange man was coming onto them.” he countered, turning around and facing him.
“Who, moi?” Francis fell forward at Arthur’s sudden turn, making the older boy fall onto the younger’s lap. “Oh look at that, I’ve seem to have fallen for you and I can’t get up. Would you care to assist me, mon cher?”
He let out a small yelp as Francis fell on top of him. Stunned for a moment as Francis said his stupid pickup line, he sat up and shoved him off. “Come on, you're 17. Pick yourself up off the ground.” He said, climbing up himself and brushing off his robes.
The golden blond pouts at Arthur who is scowling down at him. Mumbling something about playing hard to get, Francis stood back up with a seductive smirk on his face. For hours now he had been looking for Arthur for a little fun, just something to get his mind off the daily life of school and he had to do something to keep the short-tempered boy from storming off as he usually would. “So, what are you up to, mon ami?”
“I was reading, I was just about to leave.” He said, short and to the point.
“That sounds fascinating!” Not the reading, but the leaving part. “Where are we going to now?”
“We?” he asked, chuckling slightly. “I’m sorry, I was going to head back to my dorm…” he said apathetically, grabbing his wand off the table and beginning to start off.
“Alright! Then I’ll just follow you.” Francis said super cheerfully, following the Brit’s every steps.
“You do realize you’re not allowed in, right?” he asked, stopping and turning to look at him once again. He stood up straight, looking into his blue eyes.
“I’ve gotten in trouble for much less than this, mon cher. Now what do you say? Do you object to having me in your,” He wiggled his eyebrows seductively and leaned forward, “Room?”
“Yes!” he replied, shoving him back lightly and huffing. “Of course I object, you git!” he said, turning and walking quickly up the stairs to the Ravenclaw dorm, hurrying both to make sure that Francis couldn’t keep pestering him and so the stairs didn’t change on him.
But Francis didn’t give up. He couldn’t. Now it was personal. “Come back here, mon petit eyebrows!” The blond avoided the changing staircases by going up some that were completely opposite to the ones Arthur has managed to step on. When Arthur turned around to see if Francis was still following him, he was glad to see that the frog obviously wasn’t. However, it turns out that Francis was leaning on the doorway… Well, close to it.
Arthur panted as he jogged up the staircase, finally reaching the door. He bent over, before standing up again and letting out an exasperated sigh as he saw the Frenchman leaning next to the door. “How in the world did you get up here so fast?!”
“I am a man of many skills, cher. I could show them to you, if you so desired.” The golden blond said with a seductive lick of his pink, plump lips. Every moment of his life was devoted to making the adorable little angry boy even more irritated at him, just for fun. Oh, and the fact that it made the Brit even more adorable than he already was… if that was even possible.
“Oh shove off!” he said, stepping past him to get to the door, whispering its riddle in his ear. What came first, the phoenix or the flame? it asked, requiring an answer to get into the room. “A circle has no beginning.” he murmured, as not to let Francis hear. The door opened and he quickly stepped inside, shutting it quickly.
Francis gazed at the door, after the boy he so adored. Just for the effects, “Playing hard to get now, aren’t you, mon seul amour.” He listened for a reply, but heard nothing. The door even laughed at his desperation.