Frollo began to descend the stair case with an odd feeling as he began to recall the way she briefly addressed him by his first name. He kept his gaze onto his neatly wrapped finger tips; he locked her in a church and she still found it in her heart to help him… He sneered, it was most likely another trick. No matter how hard he tried to dismiss her behavior as "treachery" he couldn't stop thinking about her smile.

The Archdeacon met up with Frollo from below, noticing the bandages.

"Frollo, what happened?"

The Minister looked up from his trance like state, his eyes were... dare he say bright. It was odd.

"I..I cut my fingers upon some rough wood and the Gypsy mended them." His cold, hard stare came back. "It is of little importance what she does, she's still a prisoner. A few bandages won't do much… Such an insolent girl."

The Archdeacon sighed and rolled his eyes. Frollo wasn't that moved it seemed. Although as he saw the Minister walk away, he noticed his gaze fall back to his fingertips, a small smile graced his defined lips. The Archdeacon wondered if Esmeralda actually had the potential to change him… it was a silly thought as you could never truly change a person, but you could try… Waving off the idea he went back to the cloisters to pray for the poor girl.

"May God have mercy on her."

Above in the bell tower, Esmeralda was found helping Quasimodo paint his latest pieces: the blacksmith and baker. She found him staring at her every so often, blushing whenever she caught him. The Gypsy smiled to herself, Quasimodo was such a kind soul, she was truly flattered, yet also saddened… She was probably the only woman he had ever talked to, let alone met. Esmeralda felt guilty. She knew his heart was pure and golden, with a personality that matched; some fair maiden would fall for him, they had to…At the back of her mind she despaired, what if no one looked past his deformities? What if he would never know true love? Her heart ached at the thought of him alone forever, never to know the bliss of being loved back and cared for. Esmeralda began to wonder if she could possibly provide some experience for him. A kiss, something… Her culture encouraged courting and experimenting with different men. The thought seemed more logical from the Romani perspective and she couldn't …deprive him. Esmeralda's breathing rate increased and she poured her heart out to the bellringer, just one kiss…

Quasimodo began to notice her ragged breathing and looked up from his work.

"Es-Esmeral-"

Quasimodo was rendered silent as she lunged and pulled him in for a deep kiss. The bellringer's eyes shot wide open. His breathing quickened and his arms were suspended unknowing what to do. Esmeralda guided him softly, grazing her teeth along his quivering lip. Quasimodo shut his eyes, inexperienced as he was, he reciprocated getting lost in her succulent kiss. He gasped for air when he could, and finally took initiative, as he held her beautiful face in his large hands. The caress seemed to grow deeper and deeper sending the hunchback reeling. When she pulled away, Quasimodo was half lidded and gasping.

"Esmeralda…I, w-what was…oh God.."

He held his head in his large hand looking back up at her completely dazed.

"That felt so good…" He quietly admitted.

Esmeralda lightly blushed.

"..It's supposed to. I-I'm glad you liked it."

"Heaven's light." Quasimodo breathed.

Esmeralda cocked her head not quite catching what he meant. For being inexperienced, he learned quickly. She suddenly felt herself being lifted onto the table as he rose.

"The 1 o'clock mass starts soon, I-I must go ring." He walked away from her reluctantly, running a hand through his shock of red hair. Turning his back from her, a massive grin breached his entire face as he seemed to float up to the rafters. Hugo broke his stoic stance and punched the bellringers arm. Quasi rubbed it gingerly as he laughed at the exhilarating sensation she gave him. The bells rung with such glory that afternoon, some Parisians wondered what the special occasion was.

Back at the Palace of Justice, Frollo was in the middle of hearings… well sort of. The Judge's attention remained on the Gypsy girl's handiwork. It wasn't until the sound of a guard addressing him that Claude Frollo broke off from his immersive daydreaming, growing stark once again.

"—Yes, yes, I sentence one week in the gallows." The Judge rolled his eyes wanting the day to be over with. Never had he been so eager to finish work and go back to the church for supper. He wondered what she liked…should he honestly care? She should be thankful for whatever he brings her. And if she was not, she could find herself eating communion wafers for the rest of her days. He silently chuckled at the thought. As he lost himself in his thoughts once again, he failed to notice the entire courtroom staring at him. Looking up, he shrunk back into his throne. What in the devil were they gazing at?! Feeling offended, his voice bellowed in the echoing hall.

"May I ask what exactly is so intriguing? It seems as though everyone wants to see a couple more hangings this evening…"

A thieve gulped, whatever had the Judge preoccupied was no longer of importance as he shot through the trials like a canon. Surprising himself, he had managed to finish early.

"Court dismissed."

Rushing out of the courtroom, he ignored the calls after him as he glided upstairs to his quarters. He locked the door and collapsed onto his massive bed, a bit of sleep wouldn't hurt, he'd want to look much more presentable for that evening…Perhaps bathe and change his robes into something more appealing. He smirked finding sleep came much easier that late afternoon. Waking up he began to freshen up, finally looking at himself in the mirror. The dark circles under his eyes were less noticeable. Frollo then began to sift through his wardrobe searching for something much more dare he say it…dashing? He sneered at the thought, he was trying to impress a Gypsy of all people. A dark grin crossed his features as he pulled out his riding attire. The carriage wouldn't be necessary that evening, Snowball deserved some time with his master. Picking up the basket from the kitchen, Minister Frollo set off back to the bell tower for a nice evening with Esmeralda…and Quasimodo.

Upon arrival he saw Esmeralda sitting upon the table in her common attire…though still radiant as ever. Quasimodo was whittling away, exchanging low giggles with Esmeralda. Frollo squinted his eyes slightly at the light conversation, they didn't even notice him enter.

"Good evening."

Esmeralda whipped her head around quickly.

"Oh-oh you look…rested." The Gypsy eyed his uniform, and back up to him. He did look much better from that morning, even his voice wasn't as irritated. Quietly she rose clearing some of the wood shavings from the table.

A small smile breached over the Minister's face as he nodded to the beautiful Gypsy woman.

"Yes, well thank you. I brought an assortment for the both of you, take what you please. Quasimodo, I do apologize for this morning, but shall we review your alphabet?"

Esmeralda looked intrigued.

"Oh! Y-yes Master, I would like that very much." Quasimodo was surprised he even remembered.

"A."

"Abomination."

"B.

"Blasphe-"

"Balstrade!"

Both the Judge and bellringer looked astonished at Esmeralda.

"…yes?"

Frollo looked intrigued.

"You are literate." He calmly stated.

Esmeralda looked at him questioningly. "Well, yes, my sister taught me. Not all Gypsy's are oblivious."

"Ah…" Her diverted her jab. "… how old is she?"

"She would have been…" Esmeralda began to count on her fingers. "-31 this March." Her demeanor changed as she looked downcast remembering the tragic death. Not wanting to press on, Frollo kept silent, internally hoping it was not he that kill her sister, there were so many Gypsy's… He cleared his throat as he continued until he saw Esmeralda silently place her head atop her hands. She tried not thinking of such things… it had been 15 years, but it still hurt. Quasimodo noticed her downcast look and tore away from the lecture.

"Esmeralda, I'm sorry."

Frollo kept quiet as he observed the exchange.

"…It was many years ago, but thank you."

Not wanting to dwell on the past she began to sift through the basket.

"Let's see what you brought this evening…hmm grapes, delicious, cheese-", She sniffed it momentarily. "-Brie. Ah! More wine, who could protest? Bread, and…mm roast duck? Wow, I feel like a queen. Quasi, would you ever see the day a Gypsy was being served a feast by this guy?" She jerked her thumb at the Judge jokingly, although deep down she was truly curious…

Frollo beamed internally, but his face remained placid and unamused.

"Such a vivid imagination Esmeralda…Well as they say, 'if it helps you sleep at night'…" He gave her an all knowing smirk. Esmeralda glowered as she took a bite of bread, rolling her eyes.

"Imagination, you mean like when you groped m-" Frollo suddenly clasped an iron hand over her mouth, and bore his slate grey eyes into her soul.

"…don't you dare."

Quasimodo arose with anger in his eyes. He could easily kill the Judge with his powerful strength.

"Master Frollo! What are you doing!? Unhand her, she has done nothing!" Esmeralda's frightened eyes looked over at Quasimodo.

Frollo sneered, removing his grip as he stared at the bellringer bitterly. Without another word, he turned his back on them and disappeared.

Esmeralda gingerly felt her jaw. "Asshole." She muttered.

Quasimodo quickly hobbled to her side, holding her face in his large hand.

"I-I can't believe he did that to you! Esmeralda, are you alright? He's been acting so strange…I just..I don't know what's happening."

Carefully he held her in his large arms and carried her back to his sleeping nook. Esmeralda laughed softly.

"He grabbed my face, not my legs, but thank you." He set her down and sighed. The bellringer was at a lost for words. Frollo had reprimanded him as a child, of course. But what stung the bellringer were his harsh and cruel words. Seeing the man become so physically aggressive scared him. It was not in the Judge's tactful nature to do something so impulsive. Everything was always thought out, planned. Slowly, he leaned in laying a kiss upon Esmeralda's forehead. Oh how he longed for her lips again, but… now wasn't the time. He sighed bidding her a good night as he arose back to the rafters above.

Laverne approached the bellringer shocked, clutching him softly.

"What in the world happened down there? Frollo…he's changed."

Victor sadly hopped over. "I've never seen him so aggressive, he's become completely mad! How could he just grab the poor girl?"

For once Hugo piped in with something insightful. "What was she trying to say?"

Quasi, Laverne and Victor all turned their heads. "Think about about it! He hushed her for something…"

Quasi looked down at Esmeralda's curled body and his eyes lowered.

"I need to talk to her…somethings not right."

Claude Frollo barged into his room running a hand through his silvery hair. His face was of pure anguish…however nobody was to blame but himself. Passing by the mirror, he glowered. He was so ugly, his beady eyes, his hollow face…He would never experience her love, never! Out of blind rage, he struck his fist against the glass. Blood dripped down from his knuckles as he hissed in pain. Frollo slumped down defeated onto the floor. A broken sob escaped his well defined lips as the tears did not stop trickling down his face. He hadn't experienced this kind of dread since Jehan's death. He saw himself through the shards of glass on the floor. They were disfigured, much like his soul. He could barely recognize the man he was becoming.

"A monster…" He quietly stated.

Composing himself once more, he neatly removed his clothes, putting them away. Frollo inhaled with a ragged breath as he took off his chemise, exposing his marred back. He silently grabbed the cat o' nine tails. Kneeling in front of the fireplace and inhaled deeply.

"Deus meus, ex toto corde pænitet me ómnium meórum peccatórum…"

He suddenly struck his back, feeling each leather strand slice into his scarred flesh that created a new layer.

"…éaque detéstor, quia peccándo, non solum pœnas a te iuste statútasproméritus sum …"

He winced in pain, the tears running down his face again as he remembered those frightened emerald eyes.

"sed præsértim quia offéndi te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super ómnia diligáris."

He whipped himself again, trying his hardest to constrain his screams. Taking another deep breath he whipped again, and again, and again until it stung so much he collapsed.

" …Ídeo fírmiter propóno… adiuvánte grátia tua, de cétero me non peccatúrum peccandíque occasiónes próximas fugitúrum… Amen"

He writhed as he felt his wounds to assess the damage. His alabaster hand came back a crimson red. Focusing his gaze onto the fire, his tears glistened. He hated her and yet he loved her. Clenching his teeth he rose and quietly reached his desk where he grabbed a vile and spat out the cork. He doused his back with the concoction he worked on the night before. He slowly wrapped himself concealing his torso and grabbed his chemise strewn on the floor. Carefully dressing himself once more, he climbed into bed and gritted his teeth at the stinging sensation. Lying onto his pillow he gasped, falling into a dreamless sleep.

*A/N

Hey guys! Alright here is the prayer translation:

"O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen."

I just wanted to say that Esmeralda's sister is actual Disney canon. There was a book published called "The Story of Esmeralda" where she had an older sister named Kira. Kira was about 16 and Esmeralda a young girl. Kira was really good with herbal medicines and she went to go help a wounded guard. The wounds were too infected and he died. The other's hunted her down saying she cast a gypsy spell on him and the rest of the guards chased her into a river where she drowned in front of Esmeralda. Yes, this is a Disney children's book.

Anyway I've decided, and it will be Fresme. But…I can't help but add some Quasme in there. I feel so bad for him. I did not like the second movie, but I did really love Madellaine (HINT HINT)

Thanks so much for the feedback! I really appreciate it!