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a very important date: rosie & frank

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Rosemond giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she hopped off of his back. “Sorry I’m late, I had to feed Lucy.” Donning his hoodie, which was far too large on her, Rosie moved next to Frank and sidled up under his arm. “You’re warm,” she grinned. “So what did you have planned for us today? I do hope it involves butterbeer, because it’s a little more nippy out than I anticipated.” As It was, Rosie hated fall - she much preferred the warmer weather. Fall was only a reminder that winter was coming, which represented death and darkness in her mind. Yet this year, she found herself not dreading the depressing weather. 

In short, Rose was truly the happiest she’d ever been at Hogwarts. The brief month that the two dated felt more like years; never before had she known someone who so completely understood her, and never before had she cared so much for one person, save for her mother and barn owl. She and Frank seemed to balance one another out seamlessly, and she already found herself wondering if she was in love with him. Her feelings for Frank were an entirely new experience for her - she hadn’t even felt this way about her ex, for Merlin’s sake. Looking up at her boyfriend, Rosie felt a rush of euphoria and rested her head on the crook of his shoulder.

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“Is that where my hoodie went? I’ve been looking for it for ages.” Sighing at the thought of the countless hours spent in his suitcase, he smiled back down at her. Frank never could stay mad at her for very long. “If that’s what you want, then your wish is my command. I didn’t really have anything planned anyway. Just figured we could take advantage of the Hogsmeade trip.” Her nose was already turning pink and he leaned down to sneak a peck on it, then one on the forehead. “We should probably get you out of the cold, anyhow. How is it that you still look frozen even with your contraband clothing?”

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a very important date: rosie & frank

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Hogsmeade shone brightly under the burning sun, the cool air frigid despite the ferocity of the sky. November was too breezy for Frank, but it also meant Quidditch. You win some, you lose some, Frank thought to himself, shrugging. He wore a blazer with hat, gloves, and scarf to ward off the cold, but it was impossible for the wind to not penetrate his defenses. He hoped Rose had dressed warmer than him. She was always so careless that he seriously worried she’d get sick at any point when they were outside.

Speaking of his girlfriend, where was she? At this point, Frank no longer blushed at the word girlfriend, even when spoken in his head. Almost one month had passed since their awkward Halloween fiasco, but the Hufflepuff had been surprised what that night had turned into. When the school year started, he’d thought he’d be too busy for any sort of relationship, but he couldn’t just ignore that he liked Rose. Especially when he knew she liked him and they had slept together already. Honestly, he was beyond relieved that he had listened to the voice that told him to stop being a wanker and just go on a date because this was probably the happiest he’d been in the entirety of his school experience, albeit the most exhausting one.

Just as he began to worry that Rose wasn’t going to show, he was nearly toppled as the weight of someone smaller than him attached itself to his back. “Rosie,” he gasped. “I know I told you to stop tackling me.”

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Frank & Rosie

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The scene was silent, save for the rustling of the wind, the air was cool and crisp, and the sun blanketed Rosemond in warmth, which she found soothing to her current state. She felt as though her edges were being smoothed and rounded. That is, until Frank sat a decent yard-and-a-half to two yards away - there was just enough distance between the two to make things feel awkward, and Rose wondered if it was because he regretted the previous night. She suddenly felt a small pang of pain at the thought. Of course he’d regret it. We were wasted. I shouldn’t feel hurt - one night stands never go anywhere. What was I thinking? 

Rose’s lips curled into a smile at Frank’s polite response. Still, her eyes betrayed the bleak emotions circulating in her mind, and she braced herself for the impending rejection.

“I suppose we should. Of couse,” she finally said, staring at the grass and nibbling on a piece of toast. She suddenly wasn’t quite so hungry, as the contents of her stomach sat as heavily as rocks. Yet for this reason, Rosemond found herself looking up at the boy, surprised with his honest statement. After a moment, blushing because of his own flushed face, she added with an earnest expression, “Me neither. It was my first time too.” She scratched her head. “How, er… how are you feeling about it? You know, besides hung over.” Nerves ate away at Rose and her heart began racing in her chest once again.

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“The sex? That was great,” he blurted without knowing that he was speaking. It was like there was a ghost inside of him moving his lips in a way purposely to get him to want to kill himself. “Umm, yeah. I mean, I’m not complaining.” It was official. Frank Longbottom would never leave the Hufflepuff common room for as long as he lived.

“Erm… How do you feel? I know girls always want it to be with someone special. So sorry,” he mumbled, feeling both bad for her and himself at the same time.

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Take Me Away From Here: Frank & Open

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Peter nodded understandingly. “Yeah, Charms definitely is shitty right now, I dunno’ how I’ll survive without help. It’s kinda’ scary, really. And, er, yeah, I get wanting to study alone. I mean, my mates are really good at schoolwork, and I’m just…not.” He stopped abruptly, realizing that he’d just divulged something very personal to…Frank Longbottom, who he barely knew. It was nice, though, and Frank seemed to get it. “Essay-damn, I need to start that. What’s it on? Some law by that Golpalott bloke?”

It didn’t make sense. Surely Transfiguration with the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws had started precisely six minutes ago. Peter stared at Frank for a second, noticing that the Hufflepuff was trying not to laugh and was looking at him like he’d turned fuchsia, before it dawned on him. In his sixth year, he’d had Transfiguration at this time. In sixth year, it started at two o’clock. But in seventh year, he had a freaking free period! Peter blinked, then-

“FUCK!” 

“Oh, Merlin-so I’ve been running around for-nothing?”

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Finally unable to contain himself, Frank let out a burst of laughter, his hands coming to his sides to try and hold himself together. The expression on Peter’s face was just too much for him to take, and like a child he found himself crying from giggling. Any signs of self-deprication by the other lad were completely lost on him in this state. “You- you actually” he gasped. “You thought you had… class. Oh gosh. I’m sorry,” he chuckled, pulling himself mostly together.

“Yeah, that’s what it seems like,” he answered with a helpless grin. “Sorry, mate. At least you’ve still got most of it left, although I’m not sure what you’d do with it at this point.” Looking at his own books, his smile sobering a bit, he sighed inwardly. “You’re welcome to join me with the essay. We could work together.” His tone suggested just how little he wanted to attend to that precise activity at the moment. “What could possibly be more exciting than Inklin’s Law of Wandwork?”

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Frank & Rosie

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“Yeah, okay,” she spoke, her voice high and soft with nervousness. Frank didn’t appear too happy with the idea. He probably didn’t want to have a conversation with her. Granted, she didn’t expect him to be too chipper after what had happened, but his demeanor had shifted slightly. He must have hated the idea. “This place is rough on my head right now anyways,” she grinned weakly. Subsequently, she grabbed a plate, loaded it quite full - she felt as though she could eat an entire dragon - and made her way out of the Great Hall. That room made her ears ring in this state.

Rosemond felt her heart pounding in her throat, and she felt heat tingling from her face, all the way to her fingertips. She must have looked like a tomato as her confirmation of the previous night hung in the air. The fact that they had drunkenly slept together was out in the open, and there was no hiding it. She felt vulnerable. Why did she feel vulnerable? You can only feel vulnerable if you’re feeling ashamed and/or afraid, she thought to herself. Was she ashamed of what had happened? She pondered the question for a moment and decided she was not. Of course, she wouldn’t necessarily want her father finding out, but these sorts of things happen. Still, that meant she must have been afraid… what in Merlin’s name was she afraid of? Had she actually developed feelings for Frank? That would have explained why she couldn’t stop blushing. And she had always had a small crush on him…

Rosie tried desperately in her mind to shake off the thoughts, failing horribly. The feelings felt familiar, but foreign to her - as though she had discovered a box of treasures she’d packed away ages ago.

She led Frank out to a quiet, shaded nook out by the courtyard, plopped down on the ground, and took a swig of the coffee she’d brought with her. “I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but it’s a must when I’m hung over,” she smiled at the boy.

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Frank grabbed a plate and was right behind Rose in piling whatever he could find onto the platter. He found that he was ravenous and desperately craved as many carbs as possible. Although, he usually felt that way after a night of drinking. When he finished stacking foods, he trailed behind the younger girl, his nourishment swaying precariously at the quick pace she had set.

The bright light of the courtyard only made the situation worse as the sun directed a spotlight right on him in all his embarrassment. It was now quite clear to him that now that at the completion of the night, Rose must have woken up from whatever strange spell had overcome them. Frank just wished he could say the same for himself. Instead, with each new, tired step on the stone, he felt his heart drop further and further into his gut. He now understood what the saying ‘black mood’ meant.

When Rose sat down (why did she have to look so gorgeous in the sunshine?), he perched himself on a rock and tried to balance the plate on his knee. He knew he was being immature, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to sit down next to her. Something about the proximity would just overwhelm him in his current state. “Usually I’m addicted to the stuff, but I can’t stand it after drinking. It makes me feel queasy and gives me a headache. I settle for tea,” he told her, raising his own glass. Talking about coffee apparently counted as a safe enough subject that he didn’t feel uncomfortable. But whether he liked it or not, their conversation could not stay in safe waters.

“So I guess we should probably talk about what happened.” Deciding that facing the problem would solve it faster, Frank determined himself to get through it quickly and efficiently, with as few hurt feelings as possible. “I -umm. First, I just want you to know I’ve never done anything like that before. Like, anything like it,” he said, blushing furiously. That was as close to telling her he was a virgin as he would get.

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Frank & Rosie

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“I would certainly kill for a pair of sunnies right now,” she added, massaging her temples. “Though I suppose that would be a bit obvious, wouldn’t it?” Rosie noticed Frank tense up when she mentioned the hardness of the bed and immediately regretted saying anything, trying not to cringe at herself.

“I, er… I slept alright, all things considered. The Shrieking Shack isn’t an ideal place to spend the night, I suppose,” she laughed nervously. “Though I’m glad you-” Rosemond stopped altogether at the Badger’s abrupt question, jaw slightly ajar. Rubbing the back of her neck, her eyes wandered around the room. Say something, you idiot. Eyebrows knit, she brought her gaze back up to Frank’s more than slightly terrified expression and replied slowly, “I… uh… I… yes. We, er… we… we had sex.”

The Great Hall rang with chatter and the clanging of dishes around them as they stood between two tables, both parties appearing rather dumbstruck. Finally mustering up the courage to say something, Rosemond took a deep breath. “Would you maybe, ah… want to take breakfast to go and find someplace to talk?” She looked up at Frank earnestly and added with a small smile, “Perhaps someplace less well-lit and noisy.”

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Relief and panicked rushed through him in one horrible second, his limbs tingling and his head pounding uncomfortably. At least he hadn’t imagined anything, but that almost made it worse. How could she be so calm when he thought his insides were going to jump out of his body at the first available moment? “Well,” was all he managed.

So many students seemed to stand witness to the Ultimate Embarrassment of Frank Longbottom that he didn’t think he’d mind if a hippogriff were to fly out of nowhere and scoop him in its clutches. Of course she wouldn’t want to be seen with him in public after last night, considering what had happened. “We could- we could get something. Sure,” he grimaced, trying his best to not look as heartbroken as he felt. She must be wondering how to tell him that last night had been a mistake, that they should just forget it happened and avoid each other if possible. “I guess that it’d be better to get out of here,” he agreed half-heartedly.

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Frank & Rosie

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“Right,” she said uncomfortably, her gaze shifting between Frank and practically anything else to look at, guilt bubbling in her chest. “Alright,” Rosemond repeated. “Good, good. You’re alright.” As she spoke, her voice became higher and softer as she tried to convince herself that Frank was “alright.” Hell, Frank looked anything but alright. Rose gave him a look of genuine sympathy at the mention of his stiffness, and continued, “I… well. I’m… good. I’m good.” Offering a weak smile, she added, “Well, besides the nasty hangover. Just… grand.” Rosemond paused. “Although I am a bit stiff as well. The bed was as bad as the floor,” she spoke a little more freely with a hint of humor in her voice, but quickly blushed, internally cursing herself for her lack of control over the color of her face.

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“That’s..that’s good,” he mumbled. “Glad you’re alright. Yeah, that hangover’s pretty shite. But what can you expect, am I right?” He tried to smile, but thought it was probably more a grimace than anything else. At her comment about being stiff, he had to swallow the anger that rose to his throat at the thought of waking up on the ground. “Was it? I suppose I wouldn’t know.” No, Frank. Hold it in.

“Umm… so I take it you didn’t sleep well?” What was he saying? Did they have sex or not? They’d had sex, for Merlin’s sake. Why couldn’t Frank act just a little cooler, instead of being a total dork? “I mean, I slept alright, for being on the floor. Just to make sure didwehavesexorwasthatjustadream i’mreallysorry.” Sheer horror was not even strong enough to describe the emotion running through Frank’s veins as he finished speaking.

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Frank & Rosie

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He was probably grateful not to have to wake up next to me, she reassured herself. It would have been too awkward… Right? Of course. Still, she felt a surge of guilt since he had rolled onto the floor. Now that she thought of it, she could’ve put the sheet over him so he didn’t freeze to death. But what else was she supposed to do? She needed some time to herself to gather her bearings.

On her way down to breakfast, Rosemond paused with realization. That had been her first time. And she had been drunk. Real classy, Rose. The red head put her face in her hands. Yet despite the regrettable circumstances, she felt oddly happy that it had been Frank. No! One night stands never go anywhere, she chided herself. However, she couldn’t stop replaying the night in her mind. They were inexperienced, clumsy, and wasted, but… she recalled the raw emotions that were felt and reciprocated all through the night and the hungry longing in his hands and heartbeat. She recalled his gentleness, and fingers running through her hair…

Rose shook her head as to shake away the thoughts and entered the Great Hall, when another thought dawned on her. Had they used protection? She racked her brains to no avail. The whole thing had been such a whirlwind that it all sort of blended together. Rosemond groaned audibly and immediately hoped no one heard. She made a mental note to stop by the Hogsmeade apothecary after breakfast and find the equivalent of a muggle morning after pill. She couldn’t be too careful, whether or not they had actually used preventative measures. 

Should she speak to Frank? What would she say? Did he really even want to talk to her, or just forget everything? That was when she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a familiar voice. She turned around and tried to keep from blushing, failing miserably. “Frank,” she almost breathed. Rubbing the back of her neck with her hand, eyes flickering between him and the floor, she added after a moment of silence between the two in the noisy, bustling hall, “I’m sorry I left without leaving a note or anything. I, er… I needed some quiet to process things.” She bit her lip and asked after another moment, “I… uh - how are you?”

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“Oh, yeah. Er… Right.” It’s not like he didn’t understand her. After all, it made sense that she would be embarrassed. He sure was. Still, that didn’t make it hurt any less that he’d practically been abandoned in a cold, dreary shack without any sort of protection from the cold or from other students still milling about, hungover.

How are you? Now that was a loaded question, wasn’t it? “I’m alright,” he lied. “Little stiff, if I’m being honest. Umm… how’re you?”

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Frank & Rosie

Eyes still closed, Rosemond gave a yawn and a stretch and flipped over onto her side, head pounding from the ungodly amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before. It’s Saturday. I can sleep more. Bringing her blanket up over her shoulders and burying her face in her pillow, Rosemond paused. This didn’t feel like her blanket. And there was a draft. Why was it so cold? Her pajamas. Where in Merlin’s name were her pajamas?

She opened her eyes, and the events of the night before came flooding into her memory. Beams of light barely streamed through the shutters of the Shrieking Shack and highlighted the dust swirling in the air. Rose gaped at her costume, which had been strewn about the room.

Did I..? Oh… oh, Merlin. I… Frank. Rosemond scrambled out of the bed and quickly but quietly collected her clothes at the sight of the Hufflepuff, still soundly asleep. As soon as she closed the door to the Shrieking Shack, Rose sprinted across the dewy grounds, shoes in one hand and wings in the other, in the hopes that no one was in the mood for an early morning walk. Fortunately, all of her dorm mates were still sleeping as she stepped soundlessly into her room to gather her shower things.

The hot water was soothing. Her hands shook, and she wondered what she would tell her dorm mates. Perhaps she simply got too drunk and passed out at the Shack. That wasn’t entirely a lie. How would this affect her relationship with Frank? Could they ever go back to being friends? Then again… Rose had actually enjoyed the time she spent with the boy, between chatting and other certain activities… No. Nonsense. They had been drinking. Everything was more enjoyable when you were drunk. As she made her way back to her room, Rosemond was grateful that her dorm mates were too hung over to care about where she was last night. Subsequently, she finished getting ready in silence and reluctantly shuffled to the Great Hall, frequently massaging her temples.

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Coldness finally won the battle of what would wake Frank Longbottom up first, although the hard bed came in a tight second place. A breezy sheet barely covered him as he sat up, pooling in his lap and not even attempting to cover his freezing legs. Sleep glued his eyes shut, but after a bit of persistent rubbing he managed to open them fully and blink in the small beams of light that made it through the thin walls of the room. Where the hell was he? He felt like someone had bashed in his head with a pipe and then stuffed his mouth with cotton. And why was he sleeping on the floor instead of a bed, and why did his hip hurt so much? Why did he have so many questions about his current situation?

Then he remembered, and with the memories came a flood of embarrassment so large he thought he might drown in it. Nearly gasping for breath at the thought of everything he’d done the night before, he struggled out of the ratty sheet and grabbed for the toga strewn on the ground next to the bed. His hip hurt from falling out of the bed during the night, but he’d been too pissed to care at the time, so he’d just rolled over and fallen back to sleep.

Now that he thought about it, where was Rose? In a way, Frank was ridiculously relieved that the girl hadn’t been there when he’d awakened, since he had no clue how he would have reacted. But another part of him felt more than slightly hurt that she’d just up and left without even attempting to see how he’d fared. He was on the ground, for Merlin’s sake!

Sighing at the thought of Ted’s reaction to him walking in so early in the morning, he trudged out of the Shack and into the castle, casting glances around to make sure no one saw him in his sorry state. Just imagine some poor second-year Gryffindor girlie, finding him half-naked and hungover as all hell.

He snuck into the common room and found that there was no one in his room, or really anywhere. And come to think of it, he hadn’t run into anyone at all in the castle. It must be time for breakfast. Quietly, and carefully, changing his clothes, he slipped from the Hufflepuff common room and down to the Great Hall, hoping against hope he wouldn’t start puking.

An empty feeling gaped in his chest, and he was surprised to realize it was all due to a certain missing Ravenclaw. Although the events of the past night had all occurred while horribly intoxicated, it had still been Frank’s first time, and the memories flooded in, all hot breath and awkward rhythm. Even with the rushed frenzy of horny teenagers, and the insatiable hunger to explore every inch of body, Frank still recalled the tenderness of her touch and the softness of her. How could she just leave after that?

As if his thoughts conjured her, Frank suddenly found himself staring at the back of a familiar red head as he walked between two tables. Did he approach her? Or did he take her leaving to mean she didn’t want to ever address what had happened? Why were girls so damn difficult to understand? Fuck it, he was going for it. Approaching her from behind, he tapped on her shoulder lightly and asked in a low voice, “Rose?”

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Take Me Away From Here: Frank & Open

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Frank seemed bewildered to see him, which was just a testament to how late he was. Ugh. Peter noticed Frank trying (and failing) to be discreet about shoving his books to the side. “Nothing?” he said with a small, flustered, laugh. “Aren’t those textbooks? Mate, there’s no shame in studying, I wish I did it more often.” Frank was quite a studious student, from what Peter knew about him. 

“Er,” said Peter nervously, “No, actually. No pranks. I’m just trying to get to class, Transfiguration. By the way, d’ya have the time?” In the corner of his mind, he found it funny that Frank assumed that he was so ruffled because of a prank. He tried to take it in his stride, knowing the other Marauders would too. Under Frank’s scrutiny, he tried to smooth out his robes and mussed hair. Come to think of it, his breath was racing too. For a moment, he envied Frank; he had a free period, while Peter was in such a rush.

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Letting out a rush of embarrassed laughter, Frank nodded. “Yeah, they are. For Charms. It’s proving to be a bitch and everything is a mess right now, so I just didn’t want anyone to see it I guess.” Now that he said it aloud, it sounded even dumber than he’d imagined in his head. “If you’re curious about that essay that’s due, it’s a tough one,” he confided amicably.

Frank listened in blank confusion, not sure he’d heard what he thought he’d heard. “Transfiguration?” Staring at the Gryffindor as if the boy had suddenly sprouted wings and begun to fly, Frank tried to piece together Peter’s sentence. Where had his ears gone wrong? “It’s, er, two o’ six. But Pete, there aren’t any classes here this hour. Maybe you’ve got it next period?” So bewildered he didn’t even think about how wrong he’d been about the prank, it was all he could do to contain the laughter that threatened on his lips.

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Rosie & Open

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Rosemond was usually quite excellent at these sorts of games - her eyes were keen and she was very perceptive. What’s more, there certainly wasn’t a shortage of tongues in the room. Oh, no - she was simply distracted. Both tipsy and unable to focus, considering the fact that Frank kept looking at her as though she was the only other person in the room, and she kept catching whiffs of his cologne, the Ravenclaw was a bit disappointed with her results.

Just as she was recounting the number she wound up with, Frank was facing her and wobbling ever so slightly. Rosemond grinned and moved to support his arm, and blushed a bit when she found herself standing rather close to the boy wrapped in a bed sheet. On three, Rose blurted, “Thirteen!” She laughed lightheartedly. “Quite the pair, we are. Though I suppose I do win.” Bringing her finger to her lips, she pondered, “And I get one undeniable request? Well… I hadn’t really thought of anything in specific, but…” Rosie felt her face tingle with heat as her eyes flickered to an unoccupied room in the shack. Looking up at him with a tequila-induced confidence, she smiled, biting her lip once again, took his hands in her own and stepped slowly into the dark room, not thinking once about the morning to follow.

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“How’d you manage thirteen?” Frank asked grinning. “Looks like someone’s partner wasn’t quite as enthusiastic,” he added conspiratorially. Then she fixed her gaze on him and slipped her hands in his, each nerve in his limbs bursting into flame. Through her hooded, tequila-induced eyes, he could almost see a promise of unending pleasure, but then they were in darkness and he could barely see her at all. But he didn’t need to anymore and without a second thought let one foot slam the door closed.

FIN

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Rosie & Open

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Rosie was all smiles. Granted, she was usually a rather smiley, happy person to begin with. But tonight, her cheeks hurt and her heart fluttered in her chest. Looking up at Frank and raking her hand through her hair, she mused, “I would have to agree - competition is more pleasant in good company, anyhow.”

“To the alcohol!” she repeated, giggling and raising her free fist in the air. Rose followed with a grin as he pulled her over to the crowded keg. Oftentimes, she was the one coming up with ideas and dragging other people around to see them through. Needless to say, it was refreshing to speak to someone as enthusiastic as she was. Rosemond threw her head back and gave a singular burst of laughter when Frank made his way over to the firewhiskey through the tight crowd. “Impressive,” she grinned at the good-humored Hufflepuff and accepted the drink. “May the best set of eyes win.” Rose tapped her cup against his, tossed it back, and placed it down on the table next to her. “And now we begin,” she exclaimed, standing up a little straighter and already catching two tongues, belonging to a couple snogging in a dim hallway, out of the corner of her eye.

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The game passed quickly. Even accounting for the fact that the room brimmed full with horny teenagers, there were only so many tongues to be seen. On top of that, the fact that he could barely rip his eyes away from Rosie left him with a total of only twelve. Pitiful. Looked like he would be granting a wish, which was a shame, since he’d been looking forward to receiving his own request. After the last lap, he turned to face Rose with his whole body and tried to stare the number out of her. Considering his inebriation, however, the task of looking straight forward with tipping one way or the other a little challenged him quite a bit. Still, he brought himself to say, “Alright. Say how many you saw on three. One. Two. Three! Twelve.”

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Halloween party (Ted+open)

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“Food? You bloody idiot, you’ve been drinking senseless on an empty stomach, haven’t  you?” Ted scolded, an eyebrow raised in disapproval. The Hufflepuff was quite known for his rather motherly behavior towards his friends. Being the youngest in a family of eight boys meant that his eldest brothers never missed a single opportunity to remind him that he was ‘the baby’. Therefore, in Hogwarts, Ted enjoyed taking the role of the big brother for a change, even with his mates that were his age.

“What do you want to do? Puke all over the place?”  Snatching his friend’s nape, he turned him around to face a bigger table in the other corner of the room where snacks were sprawled out of their platters and containers. At least, they seemed hygienic enough.

“There’s the food” he pointed towards the table. “Lets get you to eat something before you empty the insides of your stomach on my feet”

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“Sorry, mum,” Frank sighed, stifling a grin. This situation seemed to repeat itself often, although Frank would never admit he rather enjoyed his best mate doting on him. “Although, it’s entirely your fault, so I don’t know where you get off with telling me off.”

“Yes, actually, however did you know?” When Frank got drunk, his wit multiplied, along with his sarcasm. Now his words practically dripped with the literary device, falling into the forming puddle of spiked butterbeer. Trying not to hurl at the sudden movement, Frank held onto to Ted for dear life.

Not bothering to thank the other Hufflepuff, Frank stumbled to the nearest platter, taken aback at his own intoxication, and started to shovel whatever was on the plate into his mouth. “‘S so guf,” he choked.

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Rosie & Open

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Never before had Rosemond spoken to someone who seemed to just understand. Every word, every joke, nuance, and right down to her body language. Speaking to Frank felt so familiar - as though the two had been friends for years. Rose simply laughed at Frank’s humorous compliment. “Well you certainly do know how to make a girl feel like a lady,” she stated, smiling at her companion.

Prickles running down her spine as he spoke into her ear, Rosemond half-grinned, biting her lip, while her eyes glimmered mischievously. “The mighty Lord Zeus is a gambler, it seems. You make an appealing offer… and I can never resist a bit of friendly competition,” she feigned hesitation with a small giggle. “Very well. Game on. I say we toast with firewhiskey shots to seal the deal and walk the perimeter of this room a few times, and after that reveal how many tongues we’ve counted. We’re both on our honor, here, Longbottom,” Rosemond winked.

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His eyes on her lips as she bit them, he hardly heard her next words. However, he managed to tear away his gaze long enough to focus as she smiled prettily at him and spoke with a feigned innocence that boiled his blood. It was as if he’d swallowed a love potion and would do anything and everything at her whim if only she would giggle like that again.

“Wonderful,” he nearly purred. Tomorrow he would hate himself, but tonight he would live. “Shall we walk together, or separately? I believe together would be more fair, since we’ll have the same amount of chances. It’ll be up to the one with the quickest eyes. But first,” he announced. “To the alcohol.” Towing her across the room, the arm that touched hers on fire from the contact, he led her to where a dwindling firewhiskey-filled keg stood, a crowd of students surrounding it. Not wanting to appear unmanly by trying to squeeze through, he threw caution to the wind and declared, “Out of the way for the mighty Lord Zeus, God of the Skies and ruler of Olympus!” To his surprise, people actually made way for him, although perhaps they just thought him insane. But at least he got libations for the lady. “Here you are,” he told Rose grandly, continuing his charade.

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Rosie & Open

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It had been far too long since anyone had been remotely interested in Rosemond - not counting the occasional letter she receive from her ex, begging her to give him another chance. She didn’t often meet very many new people, and most people at Hogwarts viewed her as a little sister since she had known them all since they were young. Needless to say, Rose was pleasantly surprised to be engaging in a witty tete-a-tete with Frank Longbottom, the boy she’d always had a very small crush on.

Rosemond bit her lip - the lighting of the room was quite dim, but she made out traces of pink on Frank’s cheeks. Still, she refrained from reacting so as not to embarrass him in his moment. Giving a genuine laugh at Frank’s bow, Rose stood up a little straighter. “Angels only appear to those they deem worthy, you know,” she mused with a pretend air of authority, grinning at the Hufflepuff.

In this moment, Rosie felt her heart beating a mile a minute and her face becoming flushed once again. Frank had never looked at her that way, let alone interacted with her entirely undistracted, and she felt as though a bright spotlight had been cast over her. Still, she couldn’t help but smile, especially while she wasn’t sober, as her eyes flickered between the floor, his exposed skin, and his gaze.

Rosemond’s heart skipped a beat when she looped her arm through Frank’s. “I believe it to be quite fitting,” she replied with a giggle. The mischeivous twinkle in Frank’s eyes secretly could have made Rose melt - especially considering the implications behind it. Yet to her own surprise, she managed to hold herself together. “You sound as though you have a few ideas. I would be most intrigued to see what you have in mind,” she quipped, looking up at him as they walked.

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Grinning at her response, he was glad when the heat in his cheeks abated. “I’ve never been so lucky to be worthy of something,” he joked easily. What a strange feeling, this dialogue. Frank began to feel that even without the drinks swirling in his system, he would still speak just as comfortably with Rose, which greatly surprised him. For all his life, every conversation appeared a puzzle in his mind, with pieces missing or bent out of shape. But here, now, the puzzle arranged itself with barely a hint of his effort.

Still smiling as they started off, he leaned in to whisper in her ear conspiratorially. “I know I’m not the Ravenclaw here, but I do have an idea. I propose a competition between us,” he declared quietly. “Here’s the game: whoever can count the most tongues in the room wins, but,” he clarified. “The tongues have to be out of their owners mouth.” Promiscuity filled the air and Frank’s mind, coming out in the form of a bold game. Now all that was left was to create high stakes to draw her completely in.

“Winner has the honor of requesting a single wish of the other, which the loser cannot refuse. What do you think?”

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Rosie & Open

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Rosemond wasn’t sure how she’d feel in the morning, and in fact probably wasn’t even thinking about the morning. Merlin, she could hardly keep straight all of the people she’d talked to within the past few hours, at this point. All she knew was that she was flirting with an attractive, witty Hufflepuff, whom she’d actually had the tiniest of crushes on for the past couple of months, and that was currently all she cared to think about.

Laughing when Frank struck a pose, and blushing slightly when he flexed his arms, Rosemond feigned awe and replied, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, mighty Lord Zeus.“ Rose gave Frank a humorous curtsy and quickly added with a grin, “I mean - Zeus.”

Keenly aware of the boy’s gaze over her costume, she subconsciously straightened her short dress, which actually was a shirt on most taller girls. Yet considering the fact that she was five feet tall, Rosemond could get away with wearing a longer shirt for a dress.

Raking her fingers through her hair, Rosie added, giggling, “Especially not in the middle of autumn. It’s key to survival in these frigid temperatures, after all. I would be delighted to take a turn about the Shrieking Shack with you.” Rosemond smiled and looped her arm through his own.

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The mood in the Shack was all but scary that night. In fact, there was a current going through it that felt like a shock, counteracting the spooky atmosphere. And Frank was helpless to the effect. The girl in front of him, whom he’d found himself thinking of as less of a sister and more as a girl, was talking to him like she found him attractive. It just didn’t get better than this!

Rose had a cute blush, which made him respond by also blushing, although he hoped the darkness would hide it. It wouldn’t do to blush while flexing, lest the effect be ruined. “And the greatest delightment it brings me to be in the presence of an angel, Miss Rosemond.” He bowed deep enough that he was staring at her heels, able to appreciate the wonderful - if somewhat short - view of her legs.

Although he saw her discomfort with his gaze, Frank was unable to look away from her. He’d never seen the younger Crow in anything but her robes, or infrequently in a set of rumpled pajamas. Not quite the same as the shift she was in tonight, which highlighted all the right parts of her. It also made him feel less self-conscious about his own conspicuous lack of proper clothing.

Re-knotting the bedsheet he’d tied around his legs, he offered Rose his arm. “How proper that the lord of the sky should parade around with an angel, isn’t it? I think we can find something to do along the way to keep off the cold.” A sparkle in his eyes carried a deeper meaning, although it would be up to her to read it.