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tamingthemuseTitle: Butterflies with Black Hair
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #499 – Squalor
Warnings: None
Pairings: Frank/Alice
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 546
Summary: Frank didn't care but Alice did.
Frank grinned, and he knew heat rose to Alice's face. He couldn't help but wonder what other places were a rosy hue. He might be a gentleman, but he was still a guy.
Whenever Alice was around, Frank felt something spectacular. It was a feeling he had never experienced with anyone else. Whenever he saw her familiar head of black hair, butterflies swarmed in his stomach.
And he never wanted Alice to doubt the depth of his feelings for her.
"Alice," he sighed.
Alice looked into his eyes. "Yes?"
"I need you to know something, something important."
Alice nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"I'm going to borrow a quote from someone else, but the words are true for me. To be your friend was all I ever wanted; to be your lover was all I ever dreamed."
Tears came to her eyes. "That was beautiful." She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back, she couldn't help the laugh the bubbled out of her mouth.
"What?" he asked.
"I left you a little present on your cheek. Some lipstick. Let me get it for you." She licked her thumb and then pressed it to his cheek, hoping to rid his face of the evidence of her lips.
Just as she was finishing up, the door to Frank's sitting room crashed open with a bang, and they both turned to see a frowning Augusta Longbottom.
Frank frowned as well but for a whole other reason. His mothered tended to act like a tyrant and her dislike of Alice was no secret. Alice didn't live in squalor, but she wasn't a rich Pure-blood either, and Augusta was a bit of a snob. She didn't even try to be polite, and that rubbed Frank the wrong. "Mother."
"What is this girl doing here? Augusta snarled.
"We're in the sitting room, spending time together. There is nothing wrong with that, is there?"
Augusta's eyes were glued to Frank's cheek that still had a trace of lipstick. "I would prefer if she wasn't anywhere near the bedroom," she huffed disapprovingly.
"As I'm seventeen, I think that should be up to me."
"Maybe I should go," Alice trailed off.
Frank held his hand even as Augusta agreed, "Yes, go."
"No," Frank argued. "I want you to stay."
Alice looked back and forth between the two, obviously torn between escaping the tense atmosphere and her desire to spend more time with Frank.
Frank's eyes softened. "I have an idea. How about we go to your house? Do you think you're parents would mind?"
"They're always begging me to bring you by so I don't think so," she laughed.
Right in front of his mother's twitching eyes, he kissed Alice on the nose before pulling her out of the sitting room and away from Augusta's toxic presence.
"Do you think she will ever like me?" Alice asked.
His heart hurt, knowing Alice was upset that his mother didn't approve of them together. "I don't know; she can be pretty stubborn. Hopefully, she's come around. And if she doesn't, oh well. As long as I have you, everything will be fine."
Alice nodded, but he knew her mind was working out ways to earn his mother's approval.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #499 – Squalor
Warnings: None
Pairings: Frank/Alice
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 546
Summary: Frank didn't care but Alice did.
Frank grinned, and he knew heat rose to Alice's face. He couldn't help but wonder what other places were a rosy hue. He might be a gentleman, but he was still a guy.
Whenever Alice was around, Frank felt something spectacular. It was a feeling he had never experienced with anyone else. Whenever he saw her familiar head of black hair, butterflies swarmed in his stomach.
And he never wanted Alice to doubt the depth of his feelings for her.
"Alice," he sighed.
Alice looked into his eyes. "Yes?"
"I need you to know something, something important."
Alice nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"I'm going to borrow a quote from someone else, but the words are true for me. To be your friend was all I ever wanted; to be your lover was all I ever dreamed."
Tears came to her eyes. "That was beautiful." She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulled back, she couldn't help the laugh the bubbled out of her mouth.
"What?" he asked.
"I left you a little present on your cheek. Some lipstick. Let me get it for you." She licked her thumb and then pressed it to his cheek, hoping to rid his face of the evidence of her lips.
Just as she was finishing up, the door to Frank's sitting room crashed open with a bang, and they both turned to see a frowning Augusta Longbottom.
Frank frowned as well but for a whole other reason. His mothered tended to act like a tyrant and her dislike of Alice was no secret. Alice didn't live in squalor, but she wasn't a rich Pure-blood either, and Augusta was a bit of a snob. She didn't even try to be polite, and that rubbed Frank the wrong. "Mother."
"What is this girl doing here? Augusta snarled.
"We're in the sitting room, spending time together. There is nothing wrong with that, is there?"
Augusta's eyes were glued to Frank's cheek that still had a trace of lipstick. "I would prefer if she wasn't anywhere near the bedroom," she huffed disapprovingly.
"As I'm seventeen, I think that should be up to me."
"Maybe I should go," Alice trailed off.
Frank held his hand even as Augusta agreed, "Yes, go."
"No," Frank argued. "I want you to stay."
Alice looked back and forth between the two, obviously torn between escaping the tense atmosphere and her desire to spend more time with Frank.
Frank's eyes softened. "I have an idea. How about we go to your house? Do you think you're parents would mind?"
"They're always begging me to bring you by so I don't think so," she laughed.
Right in front of his mother's twitching eyes, he kissed Alice on the nose before pulling her out of the sitting room and away from Augusta's toxic presence.
"Do you think she will ever like me?" Alice asked.
His heart hurt, knowing Alice was upset that his mother didn't approve of them together. "I don't know; she can be pretty stubborn. Hopefully, she's come around. And if she doesn't, oh well. As long as I have you, everything will be fine."
Alice nodded, but he knew her mind was working out ways to earn his mother's approval.
