Guess who's back from the grave? Your MUM!/SHOTSHOTSHOT- a friend of mine has been saying that as a response to everything lately. Hey, who's that? Your MUM! Who took my pencil? Your MUM! Where's my book? Your MU- PUNCH Stop it. Now. Anyways, I actually have been sick, not to mention the fact that I got braces AND a palette expander… I think that's what they call this torture device, anyways. I can't take this thing anymore, it is the worst. But I'm back, so you can all calm down in the comment section. Like… god, how desperate are you for the next chapter? (secretly enjoying the panic) Wait no more, I have a new chapter! Allyouhavetogivemeisyoursoulinreturn,mkay? Enjoy!
WARNING: Slight mentions of blood (Also, Umbridge is a discriminative piece of trash)
Chapter Ten: Blood Quills
Francis chuckled at the rather loud squeak Arthur just let out. Right in front of the entire class, too. Harry turned his head in Ron's direction and rose an eyebrow, earning a shrug in response. Before it processed in his brain, Arthur's temper forced itself forward, and the words just left his mouth. "FROG I SWEAR TO GOD, GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY TROUSERS AND STOP GROPING MY ARSE!" Arthur froze and went wide-eyed, his body seemingly arguing on whether his blood should drain from his face or rush to it. He settled for going pure white for a couple seconds, then went pure red as the whole class went silent. "U-Uhh… I-I-I… I just… H-He um… I-It's n-not…" He stuttered and stumbled over his words for a minute or two, before letting out an embarrassed 'Turn to page 362." The students slowly obliged, minds still attempting to wrap around what was just said. Francis was desperately trying not to laugh.
"Anyone remember what that was all about?" Ron asked stupidly as they left the classroom. Hermione shrugged, for once in her life not having an answer. "I didn't hear what he said, everyone was talking around me." Harry pondered it for a bit. "I think… Professor Bonnefoy groped Professor Kirkland's… well…. arse…" There was an awkward silence as the words began to sink in, only for three sets of eyes to widen almost simultaneously. Well, two sets of eyes. Ron took a bit longer to understand. Hermione suddenly gasped and had to cover her mouth with both hands to hide the huge grin spreading across her face. "Oh my Merlin! Do you think that Professor Bonnefoy and Professor Kirkland are….?" Harry's face lit up in realization, Ron's shriveled in disgust. Hermione narrowed her dark brown eyes at him. "What is with that face, Ronald Weasley? Harry is as well! Why can't the Professors be?" Harry nodded in agreement, although he was bisexual, so not exactly the same. Ron quickly put his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean it like that, 'Mione! And Draco and Harry is still weird. Sorry mate, but it is." Harry shrugged; he had a point. They had been enemies since the first year. "But the thought that two of my teachers are… well… might be…" "What Ronald, what?" "…Shagging…" The trio went silent, each slightly unnerved by the thought that Ron just put in their heads. … "Who do you thinks the 'Seme'?" "HARRY!" "Kidding, 'Mione, kidding!"
Arthur rushed to the library after his last class before Lunch, face still very red. The sound of footsteps behind him spurred him to walk faster. He really didn't need to deal with the bloody Frog's crap right now. He had been teasing him enough about it, completely unbothered by the fact that quite a few of Umbridge's little helpers might go blabbing to her about it. He stopped when he realized he had taken a wrong turn and had been led to a dead end. He groaned when he heard the footsteps stop right behind him. "Go away, Francis. I'm not in the mood for your antics. Not after what you just pulled. In front of the students, too…" Silence. "I don't care that we're in a relationship, we both agreed to keep quiet about it. You know Umbridge would throw a fit if she knew. And you need to learn to keep your hands to yourself." More silence. "Francis, you're being weird. Say something already." No response. Okay, now Arthur was ticked. The Brit quickly spun around to spit some rather harsh comments, only to freeze in place at the sight of a certain sweetly smiling witch.
"P-P-Professor U-Umbridge…" Umbridge grinned even wider and nodded. "What were you just talking about?" Arthur's heart stopped. Oh my god… she heard everything… "I-I-I-I…" "You what? Thought I was Francis?" Arthur gulped and started to back away. The ugly toad stepped closer. "What kind of relationship were you talking about? Surely, two male wizards would never go anywhere passed friendship, correct? Surely, I was mistaken when I heard you the first time, right?" Arthur just nodded quickly with a nervous chuckle. Umbridge raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Can you come with me please, Mr. Kirkland?" Arthur didn't have time to respond before he was grabbed by the arm and dragged off.
Harry walked into Umbridge's disgustingly pink office only to be met with the surprising sight of Professor Kirkland, rubbing his arm in pain. He noticed Umbridge out of the corner of his eye, putting a stack of papers with red handwriting in her desk. He caught a quick glimpse of the word 'homosexual' before the parchment disappeared from sight. Upon looking up and seeing him, the Professor's green eyes went wide before he turned to Umbridge with a shocked expression. "Surely you can't be serious?" Umbridge smiled sweetly once more. Arthur sent him one more panicked look before turning back to Umbridge. "He's just a boy, you can't do something like that to him! Harry, whatever punishment she's given you, I excuse you from your detention." Umbridge's eyes bulged as Professor Kirkland said this. "Now see here, Professor Kirkland. You have no right to intrude on my detention." Arthur drew himself up to his full height (which wasn't very much, but his threatening stance made up for it) and pointed an accusing finger at her. "I have all the right to intrude if it means protecting a student from harm. The other's may fear your power, but believe me, I don't. Come on Harry, before she decides to give us both detention." Harry would have laughed if he weren't so confused.
Francis blinked back angry tears as he gently washed the cuts on Arthur's arm. "I'm a filzy homosexual, Ha! Zat woman can't even come up wiz a good insult." Arthur frowned as the Frenchman once more tilted his head to hide his tears. He sighed as he brushed a strand of silky blonde hair out of his face. "Francis, Love, please don't let it bother you too much. She's just an arrogant toad who does what she wants because she believes she has the right to do so." Francis chuckled bitterly as he wrapped the wound in a clean bandage. "I know, it's just… I can't believe she would do zis to you…" He stopped and narrowed his blue eyes in suspicion as Arthur bit his lip. "What? Don't act innocent, you always bite your lip when you're hiding somezing." Arthur laced his fingers with Francis's and only now did he notice how much the younger nation was trembling. "Arthur? Mon Amour?" Arthur looked him in the eyes, feeling more and more nauseous with every passing second. "She was going to do the same thing to Harry…" Francis stared at the now openly quivering man. "… Oh, Arthur…" He quickly pulled him into a hug as the tears fell silently down his face.
"A child, Francis. A child. Who would do such a thing? This is almost as bad as-" he choked back a sob. He refused to even think of the horrible things the Dark Lord did during the first Wizarding War. He couldn't hold it in anymore, and broke down crying on Francis's shoulder. The Frenchman just held him tight, whispering comforting words into his ear. He vowed silently to himself to make Umbridge pay; for the stress she had put them through, for the things she tried to do to them and the students, for making Arthur remember things he had worked so hard to bury in the past, and for what she had done to Arthur, marking him for life.
"I think Umbridge is hurting Professor Kirkland."
McGonagall looked up from her paperwork. "What?" She asked in a confused tone of voice. "Umbridge called me in for detention. When I got there, Professor Kirkland was rubbing his arm in pain, and when he saw me, he freaked out. He started yelling at Umbridge about how she couldn't do something to me because I was just a kid. He was acting really nervous and told me that I was excused from detention. When Umbridge got mad at him for it and said he had no right to intrude, he told her "I have all the right to intrude if it means protecting a student from harm." I think she did something to him, something bad." Minerva blinked. "Thank you, Mr. Potter, you may return to the Great Hall for now." Harry nodded and left. McGonagall tapped at the desk nervously, worried for the safety of the young Professor.
There you go. This is what you get for now, so eat up. I won't be posting as often as before, sorry that I didn't say anything sooner. School, the plague that my siblings oh so graciously passed on to me, etc. etc. Also, raise your hand if you hate Umbridge even more now. .. okay, now unless you're a heartless Umbridge yourself, you can put your hand down now. #OverprotectiveMcGonagall