Three Week Trial - Andromeda/Frank
Name: Three Week Trial (008. Weeks)
Genre: Shameless fluff?
Characters: Andromeda/Frank; Andromeda Black, Frank Longbottom, Jasper Temple (briefly).
Rating: G
Word Count: 972
Summary/Author's Note: Written for trivalent.
Shaking Rabastan off her elbow after a minor incident of tripping over her own feet, Andromeda thanked the Lestrange and proceeded to ignore him as she started carefully stowing her books back into her bag. Another hand beat hers to the last book - a hand she recognised, to her mild irritation. Straightening up, she smiled briefly at the owner of said hand before taking her book back and filing it away between her Transfiguration textbook and the extra reading she had meant to return to the library last night.
“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” Frank began in earnest, though his sentence trailed off as he realised she was looking him over with an expression of mild disbelief.
“You slept in those clothes,” she stated, eyes drifting to the hair he had not yet tamed.
“True,” he wished she would just look at him. She was impossible to read without eye contact and that was mildly infuriating. “But I’ve been thinking about it, ‘Dromeda, and I do thin--”
“And you’re still drunk,” she cut in, her tone implying he should know better.
“No, I’m not. I’m just a little hungover,” Frank protested.
“You wouldn’t have approached me with whatever it was you were about to say if you were not still drunk,” she replied quite matter-of-factly.
Ah. That was quite possibly also true. It depended, really, on how easily he would have said it had he not been stopped mid-sentence. “You don’t know what I was about to say.”
“I have an idea,” she turned her attention to the strap of her book bag as she adjusted it on her shoulder.
“If you hadn’t interrupted me, this would be a lot easier.”
“Then, by all means, continue.“ It seemed he had hit some sort of nerve. Andromeda looked him square in the eye, her face reflecting her annoyance caused by any challenge to the authority the Black family believed they had over others. It was also an expression she could summon at will, but nevertheless. Frank made a mental note to point out what a bad habit that was, but this was not the time. “But while you have a free period, I have Transfiguration and your Head of House is not the most forgiving when it comes to tardiness.” And she was giving him the Evil Dictator voice.
“Andromeda,” he had lost her full attention again and he did not want to compete with her nails, “Andi.” Her eyes met his again and she watched him expectantly. “I like you.”
“I like you too,” she replied almost automatically and in an entirely platonic tone. A few seconds passed while Frank collected his thoughts, but Andromeda had lost her patience. With a roll of her eyes, she started up the stairs. “Was that it? I’m going to class, I’ll catch you later.”
Pushing past other Hufflepuffs to catch up with her, his hand reached her shoulder just as the staircase began to move. Someone a few stairs ahead swore in frustration, but Frank relaxed. Andromeda couldn’t run from him until the staircase settled again. Obviously annoyed, she turned around. Now if she wanted to get to class she needed to go back down and through the second floor.
“Go out with me.” It just fell out of his mouth. Not clumsily as it had nearly done many times before, but rather naturally despite its sudden appearance.
“What?” He watched the changing expressions on her face with uncertainty. The primary reaction seemed to be frustration, although that was mostly because she had no way of escaping for the moment. The open grin on Temple’s face warranted a glare and he quickly turned to pretend he hadn’t heard anything.
“Go out with me,” Frank repeated calmly. He’d said it once to her face, he could say it again.
“What?” She waited for his expression to falter to ascertain if this was a joke, but apparently not. “But you’re not-- I can not-- Never in a million years’--” Eventually she stopped cutting off her sentences and fell mute, though the silence was short-lived. “You want me to answer that in front of all these people?”
“If you had stayed still for a second you wouldn’t have to.”
“Nor would I if you had slept off your hangover like a normal person,” she shot back, though not unkindly.
“That wasn’t an answer.”
“You have yet to ask a question; you politely made a demand,” she pointed out.
Frank rubbed the back of his neck and lowered his eyes to her feet. She was stalling, he knew that. But asking a question seemed to make the chance she would refuse rather more obvious. “Will you say yes?” He looked up at her, keeping his head slightly lowered.
Andi gave a faint smile, “I probably won’t say no.” How many times had they had this conversation? And yet, this was the first time he had been sober enough to really play witness to it without having to get a third party to recount the tale. “This is my stop, Frank.” She signalled down the stairs, although she showed no intention of actually moving.
“Andromeda,” her name was always a good start, “Will you go out with me?” One part determination, two parts anxiety.
“Merlin, you make me sound like a chore,” she teased, shifting her bag. Although she had no doubt that she had proven to be quite a chore. Most of it was deliberate. She couldn’t like a man who was easily deterred. “Yes, I will,” she chimed as she brushed past, “But if you don’t relax more in the next week I shall swap you for Rosier.” Biting her lip, Andromeda left Frank to muse over that while she ran to Transfiguration. The exercise would explain the colour in her cheeks, at least.
Genre: Shameless fluff?
Characters: Andromeda/Frank; Andromeda Black, Frank Longbottom, Jasper Temple (briefly).
Rating: G
Word Count: 972
Summary/Author's Note: Written for trivalent.
Shaking Rabastan off her elbow after a minor incident of tripping over her own feet, Andromeda thanked the Lestrange and proceeded to ignore him as she started carefully stowing her books back into her bag. Another hand beat hers to the last book - a hand she recognised, to her mild irritation. Straightening up, she smiled briefly at the owner of said hand before taking her book back and filing it away between her Transfiguration textbook and the extra reading she had meant to return to the library last night.
“I’m sorry about what I said last night,” Frank began in earnest, though his sentence trailed off as he realised she was looking him over with an expression of mild disbelief.
“You slept in those clothes,” she stated, eyes drifting to the hair he had not yet tamed.
“True,” he wished she would just look at him. She was impossible to read without eye contact and that was mildly infuriating. “But I’ve been thinking about it, ‘Dromeda, and I do thin--”
“And you’re still drunk,” she cut in, her tone implying he should know better.
“No, I’m not. I’m just a little hungover,” Frank protested.
“You wouldn’t have approached me with whatever it was you were about to say if you were not still drunk,” she replied quite matter-of-factly.
Ah. That was quite possibly also true. It depended, really, on how easily he would have said it had he not been stopped mid-sentence. “You don’t know what I was about to say.”
“I have an idea,” she turned her attention to the strap of her book bag as she adjusted it on her shoulder.
“If you hadn’t interrupted me, this would be a lot easier.”
“Then, by all means, continue.“ It seemed he had hit some sort of nerve. Andromeda looked him square in the eye, her face reflecting her annoyance caused by any challenge to the authority the Black family believed they had over others. It was also an expression she could summon at will, but nevertheless. Frank made a mental note to point out what a bad habit that was, but this was not the time. “But while you have a free period, I have Transfiguration and your Head of House is not the most forgiving when it comes to tardiness.” And she was giving him the Evil Dictator voice.
“Andromeda,” he had lost her full attention again and he did not want to compete with her nails, “Andi.” Her eyes met his again and she watched him expectantly. “I like you.”
“I like you too,” she replied almost automatically and in an entirely platonic tone. A few seconds passed while Frank collected his thoughts, but Andromeda had lost her patience. With a roll of her eyes, she started up the stairs. “Was that it? I’m going to class, I’ll catch you later.”
Pushing past other Hufflepuffs to catch up with her, his hand reached her shoulder just as the staircase began to move. Someone a few stairs ahead swore in frustration, but Frank relaxed. Andromeda couldn’t run from him until the staircase settled again. Obviously annoyed, she turned around. Now if she wanted to get to class she needed to go back down and through the second floor.
“Go out with me.” It just fell out of his mouth. Not clumsily as it had nearly done many times before, but rather naturally despite its sudden appearance.
“What?” He watched the changing expressions on her face with uncertainty. The primary reaction seemed to be frustration, although that was mostly because she had no way of escaping for the moment. The open grin on Temple’s face warranted a glare and he quickly turned to pretend he hadn’t heard anything.
“Go out with me,” Frank repeated calmly. He’d said it once to her face, he could say it again.
“What?” She waited for his expression to falter to ascertain if this was a joke, but apparently not. “But you’re not-- I can not-- Never in a million years’--” Eventually she stopped cutting off her sentences and fell mute, though the silence was short-lived. “You want me to answer that in front of all these people?”
“If you had stayed still for a second you wouldn’t have to.”
“Nor would I if you had slept off your hangover like a normal person,” she shot back, though not unkindly.
“That wasn’t an answer.”
“You have yet to ask a question; you politely made a demand,” she pointed out.
Frank rubbed the back of his neck and lowered his eyes to her feet. She was stalling, he knew that. But asking a question seemed to make the chance she would refuse rather more obvious. “Will you say yes?” He looked up at her, keeping his head slightly lowered.
Andi gave a faint smile, “I probably won’t say no.” How many times had they had this conversation? And yet, this was the first time he had been sober enough to really play witness to it without having to get a third party to recount the tale. “This is my stop, Frank.” She signalled down the stairs, although she showed no intention of actually moving.
“Andromeda,” her name was always a good start, “Will you go out with me?” One part determination, two parts anxiety.
“Merlin, you make me sound like a chore,” she teased, shifting her bag. Although she had no doubt that she had proven to be quite a chore. Most of it was deliberate. She couldn’t like a man who was easily deterred. “Yes, I will,” she chimed as she brushed past, “But if you don’t relax more in the next week I shall swap you for Rosier.” Biting her lip, Andromeda left Frank to muse over that while she ran to Transfiguration. The exercise would explain the colour in her cheeks, at least.